how blessed was he, that the way to forgiveness was precisely the thing which ezra most wanted? already his hand is sliding up her back, fingers combing through her dark locks and gripping tight. "easy," he says, tugging to tip her head back and expose the bare skin of her neck. he had a hunger for her that was insatiable, ravenous, and because of that he tried his best to be gentle, lest he split her apart, break her in some way. she was too delicate, too precious for him to do such a thing, but if that's what she wanted, that's what she's getting. who was he, anyway, to deprive his heart, his whole fucking world of what she so deeply desired? his free hand slides down from her waist to rub languidly at her core, wanting to feel her panties soak through before he continues. "are you sure you can handle it, darling?" his nose rubs against her cheek, his breath hot on her face. "you really gonna let daddy just take what he wants from you?" he hisses, lips curling upwards into a smirk. "christ. such a good girl for me, aren't you? my sweet girl. all for me."