29. Lev
LEV
Fuck.
It was happening.
I’d never forget this unexpected moment of walking in to see what was taking her so long to show up for dinner and finding her zoning out and so pensive in the closet.
She was submitting. Maybe not fully, but she was opening up to me. Letting me in. Allowing me to see her.
And I couldn’t stand the pangs of hurt in my heart that came with the idea of her never having anyone in her life. Of always being alone and rejected, sold and bartered off as though she wasn’t an exquisite and strong woman but rather a thing to discard for a sale price.
“I will always mean it, Mila.” I pulled her head down toward mine and relished the soft plumpness of her lips against mine.
I coaxed her to lean into me, kissing her like I’d always need her more than I’d need air.
Brushing my mouth over hers and parting my lips under the insistent press of hers, I let out a growl.
Of delight. Of surprise that no matter how many times we kissed, no matter how many times she gave me a chance to explore like this with her, every single time we met in the middle somehow felt more magical and potent than the last.
It was only better each time.
More passionate.
Raw and primitive with a carnal connection I never wanted to sizzle out.
When I touched her—like with my possessive hands on the back of her head and I guided her to straddle me—I felt like I was burning up from the inside out with lust.
When I stroked my tongue alongside hers—like I did now with those low growls of guttural desire—I tasted the pure fire of her interest in me.
But when I shoved her towel out of the way and exposed her for me to see and caress—like what the impatient flick of my fingers resulted in—I relished how she shivered with the excitement of my seeing her. Truly seeing her. And still wanting more.
All the scars that proved she’d had a hard life. All the marks of her most recent endeavor that she bravely stepped up for.
This woman was my siren. My goddess. But she would always be a warrior and survivor first.
She was mine.
“I will always care, Mila,” I growled. “I need you to understand that.”
She licked her lips and stared at me, almost as if she were praying that eyes were the gateways to the soul and I could witness what my words did to her.
“I need you to feel how badly I mean that,” I explained, pulling her back down to kiss me.
Angling up so she could grind down against me, she made me groan as I slid my hands up her hips.
Fuck.
This was going too fast.
I need to savor this.
I had to embrace every second of her opening up to me like this, not only sexually but with a deeper, unspoken intimacy neither of us could deny. Stilling her with a grip on her hips, I turned my mouth away from her.
“Get my dick out and see for yourself,” I ordered.
This sweet, seductive moment couldn’t be rushed. If it took my being dominant and taking control of how this would play out, then that was how it would go. If she needed me to be the boss and in charge, then that was what I’d do.
She watched me after my order, and I reveled in the darker intensity of her bright-blue gaze on me.
It wasn’t an instruction but a command. And it was one she seemed to want to obey instantly. Leaning against me for leverage, she kissed me and lowered her hands until she reached my pants.
“Now, Mila. Feel how you make me hard. How you drive me fucking insane for you.” I wasn’t idle, kissing her back and hurrying through unbuttoning my shirt.
She fumbled at first, but once she unzipped me and began pushing my pants and boxers down my thighs, she seemed to rely on the rush of lust and adrenaline coursing through her.
Because from how she panted and whimpered with impatience, she was experiencing the same race to fuck like I was, that urgency I had to temper and control.
“Feel how much I need to sink into your sweet pussy,” I taunted, letting this white-hot, molten need to be naked with her charge me to command her. To dictate what she had to do.
She nodded, submitting to me as we worked together to get my pants and boxers off.
The second the garments fell to my ankles, I pushed her higher on her knees. It brought her breasts to my face, and I didn’t lose a second to cup her ass and push her closer.
“Give me that tit,” I growled, urging her to smash her chest to my face.
She did, and while I sucked and nipped at her sweet flesh, I used one hand to finger her.
Kicking my pants off took some shifting, but so long as she kept her decadent nipples near my mouth and her cunt within reach of my hand, we could continue to savor the rub of our naked bodies flush together.
“Lev…” She panted it, a sexy, breathless wisp of my name that made me harder. “I need… I need…”
“You need this.” I sucked in air, staring at the dazzling blue gleam of desire in her eyes. Pushing her down so she’d bump her entrance against the tip of my cock, I gritted my teeth and willed myself to wait.
She lowered so slowly, her face twisted with frustration. But she obeyed me, following my lead.
My dick stood up stiff, a rigid shaft and throbbing with missing her.
Precum leaked out the tip, but I knew that once she seated herself on me, she’d be soaking me with all that arousal and cream that I could smell already.
That tangy, sweet essence of her that I was already addicted to having coated on my cock and in my mouth.
“Sit on me,” I told her, keeping my voice firm. “You take that dick into your pussy right now, Mila. Suck me in. Take it.”
She nodded, setting her hands on my shoulders as she lowered.
Lining me up to her entrance took a second, but she didn’t falter.
Under my orders, she thrived. She blossomed.
She let go of all that heaviness she held in her heart, the secrets and past that she’d finally felt comfortable to share with me.
“Take my dick,” I ordered, trying not to grab the armrests and thrust my hips up into her, desperate to come. “Take it, Mila. Take my cock like a good girl.”
She moaned, kissing my lips with the most accuracy she could probably afford. Driven by lust, sinking under the pressure of an orgasm coming quickly, she was reduced to feeling—not thinking. She was only able to ride me—not hide herself.
Up and down, she leveraged herself on my shaft.
She squeezed around me with that tight fit that I’d never tire of.
Over and over, she bounced on my dick and arched her back.
With every rise and fall, she rubbed her breasts over my chest, dragging the hard buds of her nipples over my skin.
Along with each push down on me, she ground herself against me and got that friction she sought with her clit needing something more.
“You’re going to fuck me until you come, Mila.
You’re going to ride me right now and feel how much I care.
” I dug my fingers into her ass, urging her to lean back a little instead of making out with me and getting so desperate to breathe.
Like this, with a few inches between us, I could recline and push my hips out more so she’d get more of the impact of slamming down on me.
And like this, with her partly back from me, I could feast my eyes on her.
Bouncing on my lap. Dancing on my dick. The sight of her breasts jiggling and swaying taunted me, pushing me closer to shooting my load in her and letting go.
“Lev,” she whined slightly, wincing with impatience again. “I need—”
“You need my dick deep inside you, don’t you?”
She moaned, slumping against me to kiss me again.
I caught her, wrapping my arms around her and scooting forward in the chair.
“Fuck this,” I muttered as I slid forward, hugging her to me. “It’s about fucking time I fuck you in a bed for once.”
She might have laughed. It wasn’t easy to tell as I kept my cock inside of her all while I stood and held her in my arms. Walking her to the bed felt like a mile-long trek, but once I lowered her to the mattress, never slipping out, I pinned her to the blankets fully.
“It’s about time I pound into your needy little cunt on a bed, huh?”
She framed my face, letting me feel the start of a smile on her lips as she kissed me. As much as I loved her being on time, I couldn’t ignore this need to take control now.
Setting up a hard rhythm of thrusting into her, I stared into her eyes and knew that what I saw in those blue orbs was something I’d always cherish. A phenomenon I’d never forget.
She was submitting to me sexually, following my orders and taking my dick like this. But in her mesmerizing gaze, I reveled in how she was submitting to me with something else.
With her heart.
With who she really was.
Fuck.
It wasn’t supposed to be this serious. I’d taken her from the desert all so I could be distracted. She’d intrigued me, so defiant and strong, but in all these weeks she’d been here, she’d gotten under my skin.
“You’re going to come for me, Mila,” I growled as I rammed into her harder, holding her leg up to give us a deeper fit. Her pussy hugged me, swallowing me in with the clench of her slippery inner walls.
She nodded, her face contorted with lust.
“You’re going to fucking soak my dick and milk me dry,” I ordered.
Another nod and a gasp, too.
Watching her shatter and come apart, crying out and then gaping at me with her lips parted, I knew there wasn’t any hope of holding out anymore.
She came, so beautiful and vulnerable as she submitted and let go. I sealed my mouth over hers, kissing her deeply as I struggled internally with how much this hit me. How hard it impacted me.
Warring in my head and heart with the concept that I loved her, I tried to stay in the moment. To stay with her as she gripped me tight and forced me to come. Flooding her with my cum, I cinched my arms around her and held on tight.
I loved this defiant woman.
I loved her.
But letting my heart get twisted in with hers wasn’t a simple matter of romance.
Loving her would put her in the crosshairs of all that I was dealing with.
She’d be my woman, my love, and that would make her collateral in this war starting up with Gregori.
She was already involved as a participant in spying for us, but if any enemy were to know she was the one woman I’d give my heart to, that would make her more of a person of interest versus her being a slave I bought or an employee I’d recruited.
Right now, though, as I hugged her tight and we rode out the aftershocks and all the waves of bliss from coming together and coming so hard, I closed my eyes and vowed to stay in control of this narrative.
She’d be mine, and the world would know it…
I only needed to ensure that she would accept it, too, and never have a reason to leave me when I would be the only one to protect her and keep her safe.
In my world, many things were all or nothing, and Mila fit into that perspective as well.