Chapter 22 —Lev #2
“Jesus Christ, Lev! What the hell?” She spread out her arms, glancing down at her soaked dress.
In an instant, she was on her feet, brushing the back of her fingers over the affected area.
An abrupt laugh fell from my mouth as I watched her struggle to get a grip on herself.
She set the glass back on the table and glared at me. “It’s not funny.”
“It kinda is.” My lips twisted into a faint grin.
She paused and exhaled sharply, then straightened her spine, her gaze locked on mine. “How long have you been standing there anyway?”
“Long enough.”
She wore a plastic scowl, her brows knitting together. “So what, you’re spying on me now?”
“That’s one way to put it,” I answered. “I prefer to say I’m checking on you.”
Her eyes squinted, suspicion creeping into her gaze. “That’s a first.”
I scoffed, casually brushing my thumb over my nose. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” She wiped a palm through her hair. “So, I decided to keep my mind busy.”
“Hmm.” My eyes darted to the damp fabric tracing the delicate curve of her breast.
She cleared her throat conspicuously. “Uh…my face is up here.” She pointed a finger toward it, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
She’d caught me. I should be embarrassed. But I wasn’t. Instead, I stepped forward with a hand in my pocket, my movement slow and reverent.
“In case you didn’t realize, I wasn’t looking at your face,” I said, teasing her with a small grin.
“Oh, yeah?” She yanked up her brows, a faint grin tugging at her lips. “What were you looking at?”
“Something I’ve always wanted to touch, to feel,” I answered, closing the distance between us.
She hesitated for a moment, tilting her head up to meet my eyes. “What’s that? Does it have a name?”
I towered over her, holding her seductive gaze, my heart steadying in my chest. Hers was heaving slowly, and I could tell that her breath was hitched. Her mask of defiance slipped a little, revealing the desire simmering beneath the surface.
Quietly, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to myself without breaking eye contact. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and I felt the subtle tremble of her body beneath my grip. I held her close, refusing to let go or take my eyes off her.
In the silence that stretched between us, I watched her mask of defiance completely slip away, leaving her vulnerable. I saw the longing in her eyes, highlighted by the quiver of her lips when I ran my thumb along the curve of her mouth.
She held my gaze as if searching my eyes for answers to questions she was yet to ask. I held her more tightly, her gentle curves pressing against my chest—soft and tender. My arousal brushed against her thighs teasingly, and my hand slid down her back.
Despite all this, she didn’t pull away or push me back. Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes and asked, her voice barely above a whisper, “What’re you doing?”
I paused for a moment, watching the rise and fall of her chest. “What I should’ve done a long time ago.”
Her breathing became jagged, and I could almost hear the sound of her racing heart. I slid my hands to her chest, and with my thumbs, I dared to caress her hard nipples.
Again, she didn’t stop me or withdraw. Instead, she let out a soft purr and bit her lower lip, as if she’d been waiting for this a long time.
I mirrored her face, her breath warm against my skin.
She leaned in until our mouths were inches apart.
And then, without a moment of hesitation, our lips collided in a slow, hot kiss that stole our breath.
Heads tilted sideways, tongues invaded our mouths in a split second, and a cold shiver ran down my spine.
My hand cradled the back of her neck, fingers digging into her flesh in a massaging motion. The kiss was so good it left me unraveled—wanting more and more. I could taste the wine on her lips, the sweetness lingering on my tongue.
With my free hand, I pinched her nipple deliciously and cupped her breast in my palm. I felt the wetness of her soaked fabric beneath my skin as I fondled that breast, squeezing gently.
Before things could spiral out of control, she broke the kiss so suddenly and took a step back. Her chest was heaving with anticipation, her face dark with desire. She swallowed hard, watching me in silence as if struggling with her desire.
I recognized the look on her face—she was listening to the voices in her head, unsure of which one to obey. Her expression was a mask of confusion and need. She wanted me. I could see it in her eyes, in the way her lips quivered in ecstasy.
The kiss had ignited a fire within, one she couldn’t quench by just pulling away from me. She was deep in thought—calculating, wondering if this was a mistake worth making. She knew for sure that once she crossed that line, there’d be no coming back.
Her reluctance was understandable, but judging by the pleasure on her face, she could only resist the urge for so long.
I didn’t move, just stood there, waiting for her to come around—to give in to the temptation. And she did.
“Fuck it,” Ravyn murmured under her breath and lunged at me.
She reclaimed my lips, and this time, it wasn’t gentle—it was rough, messy, and heated. We devoured each other’s lips like two hungry beasts on a rampage. She struggled to take my shirt off, her manicured fingers deftly undoing the buttons.
As the kiss deepened, my hand tangled in her hair, anchoring her in place. Fresh out of patience, she ripped my buttons apart with a kind of strength I didn’t know she had. Her hands caressed my torso, fingers tracing the ridges of my abs.
Ravyn gasped in my mouth when I lowered my hand and dared to travel up her thigh. My fingers located her underpants and slipped underneath them.
She moaned again, refusing to break our kiss. But that defiance didn’t last long because the second I dipped my finger inside her wet pussy, she withdrew her lips from mine and cried out.
I watched the expression on her face—the pleasure and excitement that fueled my desire. I dug deeper and deeper, basking in the sweet sound of her moans. I braced the back of her neck with my free hand, steadying her posture as I fingered her cunt.
She was soaking wet and slippery, and each penetration drew her closer to the edge. I pushed her towards the table, her ass leaning against it as she gripped the edge tightly.
Her legs parted for easy access, and the more I reveled in the sexy expression on her face, the more effective my finger movement became.
She gripped the edge tighter, her teeth grazing her lower lip, only to let go with a shaky cry.
When my thumb circled just right, her body trembled in response, her brows pinching together.
Her face was contorted in pleasure, her head dipped backward with fluttering lashes. She clearly couldn’t decide whether to close her eyes or keep on locked on me. I drank in every sound, every shiver, and every squeeze of her face. Her surrender was my reward, and I basked in it.
“Ohhh—fuck—” she murmured, biting her lips.
I leaned in, reached for her spaghetti strap, and slid it off her left shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast.
Beautiful.
I pinched her nipple with one hand while simultaneously working on her pussy. Each flick of my finger made her hips jerk, her thighs trembling beneath my touch.
“Look at you,” I whispered in her face, staring deeply into her eyes. “Falling apart on my fingers.” My voice was low and roughened by control; my breathing quickened.
“I hate you,” she whispered, her hand snapping out to grip my shoulder for support. “I hate that you can do this to me.” Her expression darkened with desire, and a throaty moan escaped her lips.
My lips curled into a mischievous grin. “You’re mine.”
Her moans spilled freely, low and husky—those little guttural cries rising higher as I worked her open. “I’m not…I’m not—fuck, yes!”
My smirk grew more crooked by the second as I watched her unravel before me. The more she tried to stiffen her moan, to hold them back in, the louder they tore out of her, raw and unrestrained.
I didn’t stop, even when my fingers were soaked with her wetness. No. I dug deeper, each thrust wringing short, desperate gasps out of her until she whimpered my name between ragged breaths.
“Lev—Oh, Lev….”
The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, mixing with the slick rhythm of my fingers moving inside her.
Pleased by her reaction, I quickened my pace, reveling in the sweet sound of her moans drenched in hunger and need.
“Yes, right there,” she cried out, her voice laced with desperation. “Don’t stop—don’t you fuckin’ stop!”
She likes the speed and the spot. Alright.
Her wish was my command, and so I did as she wanted—I worked on her G-spot, maintaining the same rhythm. I watched her eyes roll backward, her legs trembling beneath her as though her dam was about to explode.
She gripped the edge of the table more tightly as I squeezed her exposed breast. “Damn you, Lev.” Her voice quivered under the weight of the pleasure coursing through her blood.
“Your body’s begging, yet you’re still acting all tough.” I snickered, flicking my fingers more effectively. “I know you wanna come. So just come already and stop torturing yourself.”
“No.” She shook her head, her face a mask of pleasure.
I leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Your cunt’s even more honest than you; it’s begging you to let go.” I looked into her eyes again. “Don’t be shy, do it. Come for me.”
She shook like a leaf, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, even as her juice dripped all over my hand.
“Do it,” I urged her, my voice deep and husky. “No one else will ever make you come like this, so quit fighting it.”
Her face burned, shame prickling her skin as her lips parted in a silent scream. Veins lined her forehead, and her eyes squeezed shut to hide her humiliation. She locked her jaw, trying so hard to choke back her moans, but they tore out anyway—raw and needy.