What the hell’s wrong with these males?!
Inside the room, Zeke stilled right behind the woman. His head facing over his shoulder and his eyes were trained at the closed door.
He looked as though he was trying to sense something in the silence. Then he looked back at the woman who was begging for him again, wiggling her ass impatiently.
Ezekiel ran his fingers that were covered with a pair of black gloves over the woman's spine. She moaned as if just that simple contact alone gave her an immense out of this world pleasure until Ezekiel's hand reached her neck.
His hand moved like a black snake and curled around her neck and in one swift and precise move. With one strong yank, she was pulled up from kneeling on her knees, her back now flushed against his powerful body. She closed her eyes, eyelids trembling in anticipation as her breath puffed out in shallow pants, waiting for him to kiss her nape as his gloved hand cupped her neck.