62. Levi #2
All thoughts of Azrael evaporate.
She lets out a whimper as I reward her by finally circling her clit.
“My good fucking girl…”
Capturing her mouth with mine, I crowd Violette against my desk, careful of those delicate wings, as I lift the backs of her thighs to sit her on the edge of it.
Something wraps around my thigh, squeezing, and I look down to find Violette’s tail coiling around it.
That small action alone makes my heart squeeze.
Guiding her legs over my shoulders, Violette leans back on the heels of her hands, eyes locked to where my thumbs part her to fully expose her pink, glistening flesh.
A guttural groan rumbles out of me at the sight of her.
“Goddamn it, Vi. Look how fucking perfect this pussy is.”
My thumb sweeps through her folds before circling her clit again, and she gives me a needy, breathless sigh that makes my cock throb.
“Promise me you’ll let me earn you back. That you’ll come with me on this road trip.”
Violette nods absent-mindedly, focus fixated on where I’m teasing her pussy.
My hand collars her throat, forefinger and thumb cradling her jaw to guide her gaze back to mine; eyes widening slightly with both surprise and defiance.
I get the distinct impression that the submissive position she’s in is new to her.
“Give me your words, princess.”
I feel her throat dip against my palm as her eyes, filled with both hesitation and desire, search mine.
“Fine, but if you piss me off?—”
“I won’t.”
“—I’ll be gone before you can even try to stop me.”
I swallow back some of the emotion swelling in my chest.
“As you should.”
My gaze holds hers as my middle and ring fingers glide vertically over the hood of her clit. Her eyes roll back slightly as she gives a soft moan.
My heart feels like it could burst watching her surrender to me like this. A tendril of fear winds around my heart. This woman is my ruin.
Mia rovina.
I may have walked through life wielding a vow to never open myself up to the kind of heartbreak my mother experienced, but now that I have Violette in the palm of my hands, I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. I would gladly die for her. Sacrifice anything she asked of me.
My gaze lowers momentarily to watch as two of my fingers slide slowly inside of her. How the delicate pink petals of her pussy part, just for me. Her breath hitches softly, and I find her watching, an unmasked expression of need tensing her features.
Both of us are transfixed by the sight of my fingers languorously working in and out, and my thumb massaging the slick, pouty little bud above her entrance.
Her head tips back on a whimpered moan as her eyes slip shut.
“Oh, fuck... Levi.”
Goddamn, the sound of my name on this woman’s lips feels like being called towards heaven. And watching her come completely undone—slowly, with gentle strokes under my firm control... It’s more than I can handle.
“Take my cock out, Vi.”
Her head snaps up to look at me, brow hardening even as her hips begin to rock in counter to my measured movements.
“No.”
I huff a laugh. “Oh, don’t worry. You don’t get this dick yet. But I sure as fuck am gonna cum.”
She scowls. Hips working a little faster, her breath a little shorter. “You don’t deserve to cum.”
For some twisted reason, my cock hardens further at that. Between that, the feel of her, the look of her, and the wet sounds coming from her drenched pussy, I can already feel the very beginning of an orgasm desperate to build at the base of my spine.
“You’re right. I don’t... But there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to stop myself while I’m watching you come apart like this.”
Her eyes narrow, hesitating.
“Please. You don’t even have to touch me. I just don’t wanna cum in my pants.”
She gives me a haughty look. “You’re pathetic.”
Fuck, why is that so hot?
“For you? Yes. Pathetic. Deranged. Desperate. Always.”
Her eyes turn heavy-lidded again, pupils blowing wide as her back arches.
This is how she wants me.
Needy and submissive for her.
Even when I’m physically dominating her.
And I never knew just how much I’ve always needed exactly that dynamic until now. Yet another reason why every sexual encounter was so wildly subpar by comparison.
My body shudders, and relief suffuses me as her magic whispers against my skin. An unseen hand undoes my belt buckle, unzips my pants, and tugs down my boxers and jeans.
My dick springs free; thick, hard, heavy, and weeping. I have to angle my hips backwards to keep from brushing against the pussy I so desperately long to stretch and fill.
A bead of pre-cum swells from my tip and drips down my crown, towards my shaft. Since meeting her, I swear the amount of fluid my balls produce is at least triple the norm.
More of my arousal follows, building until a thick string reaches for the floor. Violette’s eyes follow it, and I catch her licking her lips. Mesmerized, my ministrations slow and my cock twitches.
The action severs the string of arousal. It hits the floor between us with a barely audible plap.
“You remember when you left me that note? And your squirt and panties on my bed?”
Her eyes lift to mine. She replies with a groan, head tipping back further, as her body tightens on the precipice of orgasm.
“Yes.”
Drawing upon a ball of saliva, I let it fall from my lips to her clit. The hand on her throat drops to spread it over her clit, passing gently back and forth in teasing strokes while the middle and ring fingers of my other hand pick up the pace to pump firmly in and out of her.
“I wanted you so badly I fucked the wet spot on my bed while I fucked my hand with your panties.”
Her lips part as she holds my gaze, and every muscle in her body tightens. “You were that desperate for me?”
I nod, feeling the sensation mirrored so strongly in my own body that my admission is spoken through half-gritted teeth.
“I think I came in all of thirty seconds.”
Violette’s pussy spasms firmly around my fingers, giving me a taste of just how perfectly she’ll hug my cock.
She cums on a keening cry, and in the same moment, my own climax shoots up my spine and down my dick.
I attempt politeness by keeping my hips drawn away from her pussy.
It’s a vain effort, and I fail to stifle the immense satisfaction at the sight of my cum painting her pussy and stomach with thick ropes.
Violette’s upper body sags against the wall as she catches her breath.
Gently withdrawing my fingers from her, my words are a reverent murmur. “Fuck, princess. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”
As she comes down from her climax, her eyes narrow vaguely with suspicion. “Why do you call me that?”
I’m mildly taken off guard by the question. “Because that’s how I see you. It’s what you are to me. Someone powerful, yet soft. Someone who deserves to be spoiled. Held with reverence and adoration… ”
Her throat dips, brows tensing with emotion even as my fingers sweep up some of my cum to tease her clit with it. Her hips jerk, but she doesn’t protest. Instead, she listens and remains pliant under my reverent hands.
“I want to spoil you, Violette. Devote myself to serving you. Worshipping you.”
Violette’s breath catches as her hips begin to rock.
“Would you like that, princess?”
Her hesitation is fleeting. She nods, biting her lip as she whimpers.
“Not to mention, you’re as haughty as one.”
A breathless laugh escapes her. “You love it.”
My heart swells at just how true those words are. A grin tilts my lips as I relish this rare, vulnerable moment with her.
“More than you know.”
I lean forward to brush a kiss against her lips as my free hand teases one nipple. She lets out a soft moan each time I tug gently and pinch, all while I luxuriate in teasing her cum-drenched clit with featherlight strokes.
Her breath hitches as her body tenses, and she breaks our kiss, breathing her words in the intimate space between us.
“Gods, I’m cumming again…”
I nod against her. “Soulbond or not, Violette, I cherish you too much to let you go. I’m gonna spend every day earning my place beside you.”
Her back arches as a soft, keening moan escapes her, and she writhes beneath me. I pepper her face and throat with kisses.
“Mia rovina... So fucking sweet. So fucking perfect.”
Moments pass, and soon her body slackens beneath me as her hips jerk against the slowing ministrations of my fingers.
Violette presses a swift kiss to my lips before moving her leg from my shoulder and sliding out from under one of my arms. She flashes me a smug look as her hand wraps around my cock, administering one languid stroke that makes my balls tighten before she turns and pulls me, by the dick, towards my bathroom.
Hope and excitement spark inside my chest.
I’ve been promoted back to pet.