Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 52: More Than A Kiss (Suggestive)

Ezra pressed in, his body flush against Oberyn's, drawn irresistibly into the Nephilim. Their breaths synced up, hot and heavy, and their kisses grew hungrier by the second.

Oberyn's fingers wrapped and wound themselves through Ezra's thick black hair, gripping tight, pulling him even closer, needing more. He was starving for everything Ezra had to give, even if he couldn't yet admit it out loud.

Ezra slid his hands down Oberyn's back as they continued making out, tracing the delicate curve of his waist before finally wrapping his strong, possessive hands firmly around the Nephilim's hips.

Oberyn gasped, fingers digging into Ezra's shoulders as pleasure invaded every fiber of his being.

"Ezra..." His voice came out breathless, half a whisper, half a plea.

Ezra's teeth grazed the soft skin just beneath Oberyn's ear, then sucked, leaving a faint mark. The sound Oberyn made in response sent a pulse of need surging through Ezra's veins. He needed to hear it again - so he did it again. Lower, on the Nephilim's neck, and rougher, more demanding. Oberyn melted into it, panting and moaning like he was in heat.

Oberyn's hands roamed over Ezra's torso, throwing the human's shirt away and, tracing the sharp lines of his muscular frame. His skin was warm - too warm, as though the heat between them had ignited something deeper than desire. The lines on Oberyn's back, where his wings emerge, twitched behind him, an unconscious shiver of sensation as Ezra sucked and bit at his neck and chest, his body pressed hard against the dresser.

For Ezra, it wasn't just kissing; he was taking him, claiming him.

Oberyn whimpered - a submissive sound, weak and wanting—his body arching into Ezra, as if Ezra alone could fill some aching void inside him.

"Ezra..." Oberyn murmured, voice trembling, but whether it was from desire or uncertainty, even he didn't know.

Ezra's grip tightened at the sound of his name. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough..

"E-Ezra!"

Ezra wasn't gentle anymore - not with the way Oberyn moaned his name. He devoured Oberyn, his tongue pressing deep, claiming him, demanding every ounce of air left in his lungs. The desperate whimpers that escaped from Oberyn's throat sent passionate fire racing through Ezra's veins, emboldening him further and further.

"You like that," Ezra murmured against his skin, his voice dark with realization. He liked the kissing, but he loved the biting.

Oberyn couldn't help it - didn't even realize what he was doing as his nails dug into Ezra's shoulder blades, pressing into firm muscle. His breaths came shaky, his body thrumming with heat.

Oberyn felt dizzy. Weak. But it wasn't from exhaustion - it was from the intensity of the moment. He couldn't so much as take a breath without tasting Ezra on his tongue.

Ezra's hands drifted lower, pressing into the warmth of his bare skin. Every touch garnered a visible reaction from the timid Nephilim. Even as Oberyn tried to maintain a semblance of control, his body betrayed him with animalistic desire.

Something inside him snapped. He grabbed Oberyn's chin between his fingers, forcing him to look at him, to meet his eyes - his pupils blown wide, his expression blank with euphoria.

"You're mine," Ezra murmured, the words enveloping Oberyn in a new normal. "All of you. And I'm yours, Oby."

Oberyn stared back at him, not knowing what to say. What remained of his rational mind was screaming in defiance - 'I'm free. I belong to nobody'.

And yet, even though he thought the words, he didn't believe them - didn't even want to believe them. This was true surrender, Oberyn realized. And he craved it. He wanted nothing more than to give in to Ezra's every whim and desire.

"That's right," Oberyn said, the words passing out of him before he could comprehend them. "I belong to you, Ez."

The words he was so afraid to say suddenly rang clear - his deepest truth. No internal conflict, no feelings of uncertainty. He and Ezra belonged together.

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Ezra's restraint snapped like a thread pulled too tight. He grabbed Oberyn's hips, lifting him up and carrying him over to the bed. He threw Oberyn down, and he landed with a gasp as Ezra leapt on top of him. The human pressed him firmly into the bed, caging him there with his arms and legs. Oberyn curled around him instinctively.

Oberyn never felt so defenseless. But he didn't care - not one bit. In front of Ezra, being weak was a good thing. In Ezra's arms, he needed no protection - only Ezra.

Oberyn's hands grasped Ezra's shoulders, clutching onto him as if he would float away if he didn't. His body burned, every nerve alight, every inch of him hyperaware of Ezra - his hands, his breath, the heat radiating between them.

Ezra kissed him again, hard, teeth grazing his lower lip before sucking it between his own, coaxing another sound from deep in Oberyn's throat. Oberyn arched into him, his breath shuddering as Ezra's tongue invaded his mouth again, deliberate, claiming every inch of space like he had every right to it.

And maybe he did.

"Ezra," Oberyn gasped his name, his voice wrecked and breathless..

Ezra dragged his tongue along Oberyn's torso, causing the Nephilim to squirm uncontrollably. Anything Ezra did with his mouth drove Oberyn rabid.

"You're so cute when you say my name like that."

Ezra's lips hovered just over Oberyn's throat, teasing him but not quite touching.

Oberyn let out a sharp, frustrated whimper, his fingers twisting into Ezra's hair, pulling him closer, demanding more.

Ezra obliged.

His mouth latched onto Oberyn's neck, biting, sucking, marking, making sure Oberyn would feel this for hours, maybe days. The instant his teeth pressed into soft skin, Oberyn's back arched, his entire body shuddering violently in response.

Ezra felt it all.

Every reaction. Every sound. Every uncontrollable movement.

He pressed harder, his hips slotting perfectly against Oberyn's, his grip bruising.

"Ezra," Oberyn gasped again, voice trembling, his golden eyes fluttering shut, his body completely unraveling. He could feel the hard rod inside Ezra's pants grinding against him, driving him mad.

Ezra smirked against his skin, his breath hot against the mark he had just made on Oberyn's soft flesh like a brand.

"Ezra, don't stop. I - I need you. All of you."