Chapter 14 #5
“After this you’ll be mine, Lavender. Be very sure.” A demand rings in his tone, and something else, something that should warn me away, but I’m too far gone to care.
Because I’m burning and he’s the only one who can extinguish the unfamiliar yet addicting fire.
“Yes!”
I’ll agree to anything as long as he…
My scream fills the room when he drives into me hard, his pelvis pushing into mine and holding me still while I try to shove him away.
It feels like something tore inside me and the idea of him moving right now makes me cut my nails into his shoulders. I hiss, “If you move I’m going to kill you.”
His cock pulses inside me, stretching my walls over his length, and it causes a less-than-pleasant ache to spread through me. “Breathe, moy cvetochek, breathe.”
His soothing voice does nothing to calm me down, in fact, I find it annoying all things considered! “If this is sex then I can go without it for the next thirty years.”
I’ll take the foreplay over this every single time. Why did no one warn me it might hurt this much? All the books just mentioned a slight discomfort followed by great experiences.
Liars.
“You have to get used to me first. The pain will go away shortly.” A tear slides down my cheek and he leans down, swiping it away with his tongue before he drifts his mouth to my neck, showering it with attention and slowly soothing me.
The hair on his chest rubs against my pointed nipples, the touch sending electricity straight to my clit, and my thighs clamp around him, allowing him to sink deeper into me. I gasp, but this time the pain is almost nonexistent.
In fact his complete lack of movement no longer works for me and my arms circle his neck again as he pushes back, only to thrust into me hard.
Warmth along with pleasure rush through me this time. “Oh.” I whimper when he props one of my legs on his hips, opening me for his deeper thrusts, each movement of his hips deliberate and precise, as if he wishes to permanently brand me with his cock.
He licks my scarred and puckered collarbone before trailing his mouth toward mine and linking us in yet another kiss as our tongues connect and brush against each other’s. He drives into me, the hard and deep strokes almost unbearable.
Heat zips through me, sending lustful flames into my cells as he deepens his strokes further, still keeping the agonizing slow pace that makes me feel every inch of him inside me.
The hunger in the pit of my belly rakes at me, racing toward something in the distance that promises me bliss if I just jump off the cliff and let all these maddening needs envelop me.
My nails cut into his nape. He groans into the kiss and I arch my back, angling my head. The raw kiss adds to the sensations spreading through me in waves as he thrusts into me over and over again.
My core clenches tighter and tighter around him until finally, something tangible in me breaks into tiny little pieces, and these pieces fill me with pleasure so strong, I fall back on the pillow and cry out.
Gasping for breath, Levi hooks my thighs over his forearms and really starts to thrust into me with hard, fast strokes, his thick length pulsing inside me.
A thrill rushes through me when I watch him use my body to chase his own pleasure; the idea of this man getting off on me almost makes me orgasm again while my core contracts and he spills into the condom, his fingers digging into my skin so much I know he’ll leave bruises.
Oddly enough, I do not mind. In fact, I’d love to have a little reminder of tonight once all of this would be over.
He falls on me, and I hug him, our sweaty bodies glued together while we catch our breaths and our combined scents float in the air, and the temperature seems to drop several degrees as the cold AC air registers in my mind.
And thus destroying all my illusions.
I couldn’t have imagined a better first time.
To want and be wanted in return is a dream I thought I could never have.
Why then does my naive and stupid heart weep?
Levi rises a little, removing his weight from me then the condom before he moves onto his back, dragging me right with him so I settle on top of him. He palms my face. “Are you okay, Lavender?” Concern and confusion coats his voice, so different to his usual confidence.
I force a smile because this man has been perfect, but like anything perfect in this world?
It can’t last for long.
“Yes.”
He looks at me for what seems like eternity, studying me intently before resting my face against his neck, and whispers, “Sleep, moy cvetochek, and don’t think too much right now.
” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head and I swallow through the tightens in my throat.
“And we can continue our lessons.” Another soft kiss.
“Prepare to be my only and favorite student, Lavender.”
All we have is today and tonight, and then no more “lessons”.
Closing my eyes, I allow the exhaustion to overtake me as Levi’s heartbeat lulls me to sleep.
Levi
“No, no,” Lavender whispers in her sleep, her nails digging into my bicep as she shifts on my chest, a crease forming between her brows while she shakes her head.
“No. Don’t!” she almost shouts, and rolls to the side, burrowing into the pillow.
“Do not touch me!” She grips the blanket, tugging at it and trying to cover herself up from head to toe.
“Don’t!” she shouts again, her voice sounding terrified while her whole body trembles.
Her distress and nightmare awaken a different kind of rage in me that dictates for me to demolish all sources of her pain.
She hasn’t had a nightmare in a while, and based on her sessions with Dr. King usually something overwhelming or stressful triggers them, bringing her back to a time when Jade hurt her.
I wish I could rip his body apart bit by agonizing bit in my dungeon, but the fucker is dead, so all I can do is protect my woman in the only way I know how.
“Shhh, moy cvetochek.” I free the blanket from her deadly grip, and bring her back to lay on my chest as another sob escapes her and I run my fingers over her hair, soothing her.
Gradually her breathing evens out. She hides her face in the crock of my neck and hikes her leg over my hips.
“I’m here,” I continue to murmur, waiting until she finally falls asleep.
And from now on, I’ll be here and no longer watching from the shadows and keeping my distance.
No one will hurt my woman, not even him.
Her hatred for me once she discovers the whole truth is a given.
But I’ll make sure to show her what my obsession truly entails so she will never have a doubt about me.
I won’t let her go.
She’s forever stuck with me.