Ezra wasn't sure exactly what to do when she started unbuttoning his shirt, but his mind didn't seem to need to work all that hard as his hands moved on their own helping her to undress him from the waste up. Her lips were soft and a little warm against his skin and when she kissed his scars he could feel his body tingle in response. His heart was beating faster, but then she pulled away all too soon. He had heard her words clear that night. They were not going to be broken so easily no matter his doubts, or concerns. His brain couldn't seem to form words as he felt his cheeks turn red. Before he knew exactly what he was doing his hands were sliding up her dress and he was pulling her to straddle his waist.

"You are my life," he whispered as he brought her face down to his meet his own in the kind of kiss that should only be reserved for husband and wife.

He found his lips wondering from her jaw lawn to her neck and his hands gripped her waist, his fingers slowly moving up her back. He felt her body tremble underneath his hands and it sparked something inside of himself that he'd never felt before. He pushed his waist up a little feeling his pants become more constricting. His lips found their way to her collar bone and he bit her softly. 

Pulling away slowly his face bright red, "I'm sorry. I don't...I don't know what's come over me," he gasped wincing slightly at the rapid rise and fall of his chest. 

He found himself kissing her again though, his hands moved from underneath her clothes into her hair and he held her close wanting nothing more than the fabric between them to disappear, but as her hips moved slowly against him through their clothes he let out a soft groan and began to slow himself down. He wanted to continue, but he couldn't let their first time be with him half injured and wincing in pain through every kiss or every thrust. His hands fell down to her thighs, smooth like the rest of her and he kept her dress hiked up so that her panties showed and he messed with the underwear band pulling it away from her skin in temptation and letting it slowly go back against her hip. His pants still kept the tightness and he felt a little embarrassed at having been so rough with her. He was pretty sure she could feel the issue he was having pressed up against her, but he didn't push her off. He laid his head back and laugh slightly.

"I'm so sorry, Marta. Forgive me for my behavior," he said with a smile.