His Voice Alone

Chapter 30

Leia’s POV

I woke up slow, heavy, and fucked open. The sheets clung to my skin, damp with sweat and slick with the remnants of last night. My whole body pulsed, not with pain, but with memory.

Every shift dragged across a bruise or pulled at a bite. My throat was raw, my inner thighs sticky, my ass aching. None of it felt wrong. It felt earned.

There was no clock on the wall, no buzzing phone beside me, no background noise to fill the space. No obligations, no other voices, just his.

Always his, that was the point. That was what freedom looked like now.

I stayed still, letting the silence press in, until I heard the faint sounds of him moving in the kitchen. Water ran, a drawer opened, slow and clean. A pan clicked gently onto the stove, even his cooking had discipline.

Ezra didn’t slam, didn’t fumble. He didn’t make noise unless he meant to. He made the room listen.

This place, his place, wasn’t just off-grid. It was off-reality. Concrete walls, dim lights, no windows, no signals, no way out unless he opened the door. He built it for us.

For this, for me. He came back without warning. No kiss, no good morning. Just one word. “Leia.”

That was enough. My name in his voice, command, possession, gravity.

I slid from the bed without thought. Knees hit the cold floor, posture straight, head bowed. I didn’t think about the soreness between my legs or the bruises hidden beneath my ribs.

I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t need permission.

Ezra moved around me like a shadow. Bare feet silent, presence loud. I could feel him circling, behind me, beside me, above me, like thunder waiting to break.

His voice landed low and sure against my spine. “You were always meant for this.”

My breath caught as he crouched behind me. Fingers twisted into my hair, firm, and unrelenting. “And look how beautiful you are now.”

He yanked me up and dragged me to the bed with no question, and no warning. I didn’t resist, not needing to. My body had already answered him, long before he laid a hand on me.

Every time I opened for him without a word, every time I begged without a sound, that was my answer, and he knew it.

He didn’t ask what I wanted, he didn’t have to. He shoved me face-down into the mattress, no delay. He slid inside me in one hard thrust, like he hadn’t left, like my body was still shaped around him.

I screamed into the sheets. Not from pain, not fear, something deeper. Reverence. Ruin.

His hips pounded into me, fast and hard, like he wanted to break something. Maybe he already had. His fist stayed knotted in my hair, yanking back until my throat stretched and my moans shredded into sobs. I didn’t care how loud I was.

Let him hear it. Let him own every sound.

“You open like a fucking gift now,” he growled into my ear. “You’re mine. Every last nerve ending.”

I broke under him. Legs shaking, knees slipping, drool on my chin and slick between my thighs. He bit into my shoulder, sharp enough to bruise. “You’ll never belong to anyone else again. Say it.”

“I won’t,” I gasped, voice barely hanging on. “I can’t. I belong to you.”

His hand curled around my throat. Not enough to cut off air, just enough to remind me what I was, his. The world tunneled down to that single moment. His cock, his hand, his voice.

“Louder.”

“I belong to you, always.”

He squeezed harder, and my scream vanished into the mattress. My vision blurred, not from fear, but from how much I needed it.

How much I wanted it, but because it was real, and because it was mine.

Then he let go. Air rushed in, sharp and burning. My lungs clawed for it, my voice came out low, rough.

“I love you,” I said again, this time without being told.

Not because he asked, not to earn anything, just because I needed him to hear it. He paused, just for a second, like the words cut through everything.

Then his mouth found mine, slow and warm and devastating.

“I love you too, firefly.”

The word curled inside me, soft as ash, heavy as steel. Out there, they’d call this obsession, madness, something broken. But out there doesn’t exist anymore. Not for us.

Here, there's only one truth. One law, his voice, and the way my body and mind obeys.