Chapter 12 #4
A raspy breath escapes me when he leans forward, our mouths inches apart while the glass vibrates behind me from the loud music playing outside.
The unfamiliar yet addicting tension drumming inside me increases, demanding something I have no idea about.
“Moy cvetochek,” he whispers as my fingers curl on his shirt, and while I should shove him away, I’m too mesmerized by the husky pitch of his voice to do anything.
It almost repulses me to succumb to my inner hunger and explore this newfound need to indulge in the vices that pollute this space and soak them in darkness so strong, it gives all the sins free rein.
And this darkness shelters me against my never-resting anxiety poisoning my mind.
“You’re a very bad liar.” His palm drifts upward to my throat where he brushes his fingers over my scarred and puckered flesh, sending electric volts all over my nerve endings because his touch there is so unexpected and… gentle.
And painful too, for it reminds me he could never be attracted to someone like me.
I’m damaged beyond repair and don’t fit in this perfect and glittering world of his where only beauty resides.
“I’m not a liar.” Gripping his shirt tighter, I push at his chest again despite the lust and anger simmering between us that wish for me to remove his offensive clothes that hide his gorgeous physique from me. What would it be like to feel his bare skin against mine?
He’d probably be very warm and that warmth might have the power to forever chase my coldness away.
And that’s why his close proximity is a thread to my sanity.
Shaking my head from the lustful thoughts that have no place between us, I try to step to the side only to gasp when he wraps his hand around my throat, stilling my movements, and my pulse beats wildly against his thumb.
The action causes a rippling effect on my body as the pressure inside me grows, demanding an outlet and wiping any common sense away. “Levi, stop this.”
At least one of us should think rationally, and sadly I’m not that person.
My words don’t even sound convincing to me, so it’s no wonder amusement coats his eyes when he replies.
“Yes, you are. But you know what else you are?” Tension polluting the air becomes so thick I can barely breathe when he places his mouth on one of my scars, the angry red slash that trails from my collarbone to my neck, and whispers over my tarnished skin, “Beautiful.”
He presses his lips to my puckered flesh, and a pant escapes me as this dominant yet soft connection awakens every cell in my body, sending sensual impulses straight to my core.
It only adds to the pressure akin to the volcano building within that promises to erupt within me and destroy me from the inside out.
“Mine. This makes you irresistible and irreplaceable to me.” He licks my skin, sending tingling sensations all over me at the foreign yet so sweet contact while he slides his lips upward, leaving burning sensations in his wake and staking invisible claims all over me because nothing and no one would be able to wipe this moment away from my mind.
He settles his mouth on another scar, this one deeper than the one on my neck, and delivers almost a butterfly-like kiss as if trying to atone for something he hasn’t done.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, moy cvetochek.
” He reaches my earlobe and bites on it only to soothe the sting with a stroke of his tongue.
“I’m here now.” His free hand falls to my waist and he grips my hip, his hold so possessive, everything in me reacts to his touch, for it promises to protect me from the evilness this world has to offer.
No one would dare to hurt what’s his because men like Levi would burn the world for what’s theirs.
No, no, no.
I should yell and kick him away, do everything to stop this insanity. Such secret encounters have the most catastrophic consequences because they are led only by our cravings and emotions.
And emotions cannot stop you from entertaining your vices, driving you deeper into its clutches until only your perished soul remains.
I won’t be able to hide myself from Levi and in this, he’s way more fatal to my life than anyone else.
“This is a mistake,” I whisper, resting my head against the glass wall as he trails his lips to my chin, gracing it lightly with this teeth until our breaths mingle together and our gazes meet, his devilish and possessive while mine is probably terrified.
For I understand with clarity that there is no running away from this because the impossible man has already decided our fate and we will play it according to his rules.
The thought should unsettle me, instead it halts all my anxiety and replaces it with anticipation so strong, it sends trepidation and desire through me as I swallow hard, waiting for what he might do next.
“Let go, moy cvetochek. You don’t have to be strong anymore,” he whispers into my ear while his hand skims up and he traps my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting my head back, and he thrusts forward, my core clenching when the thick bulge hidden by the zipper on his pants digs into me.
Instantly I miss something I haven’t even experienced, wanting him to push farther to bring relief to this unbearable pulsing.
“Your man is here.” He presses his thumb on my chin until my mouth opens and we share a breath. “I’m here.”
No, no, no.
What?
He cannot say these things to me that confuse and anger me, however, they have a different kind of effect on me as my whole body soars.
His words bring calmness to my mind and cause for my heart to flutter.
All the while my body pleads for me to stop resisting the temptation so we can experience this overpowering heat threatening to swallow us whole.
“You’re not my—”
He catches my lower lip between his teeth, the sting so sudden I jolt only for him to suck on it, the lust washing over me, and I tug at his shirt, bringing him closer to me, despising any distance between us because maybe in this forbidden and sinful place I can pretend.
Pretend for a moment in time that this man truly wants me and I can trust him with my body and soul without being afraid he’s going to taint them for his own gratification.
In his presence my insides burst in flames, painting carnal images in my head, and I close my eyes when I hear someone moaning in the distance, the carnality of it all making me wonder.
Wonder what it is like to moan when someone gives you so much pleasure, you do not care where you are and who might hear it.
Although I’m doing all this inside a club in a room where anyone can walk in at any time. Maybe I’ve already reached the point of no return.
“Levi.”
“My beautiful, beautiful yet confused woman.” He moves back only to sway forward again and on instinct, I hook my right leg above his hip, giving him better access to me, and we both groan at the connection when he shoves more roughly into me.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?
” He nips on my chin before licking my lips, and I chase his mouth only to frown when he denies it to me.
“I’ll teach you everything. This body.” His hand flexes around my hip and I gravitate toward him, whimpering when his hard-on presses into my clit and creates friction that shoots zipping arrows straight to my center.
“Will learn to love and need my touch so much, you’ll wonder how you lived without it all this time.
My tongue and dick will become your favorite place to sit on and you will experience withdrawals if you go without them for too long.
” His hand glides upward until he cups one of my breasts through the dress, squeezing it and brushing his finger against a nipple, sending tingles all over me.
Why did no one tell me that breasts could be so sensitive? And what would it feel like to have his mouth on them?
His crude words should make me want to punch him or something, instead the images he paints in my head urge me to participate in this madness longer to discover if he can really do all these things to me.
What would it be like to have a man like Levi on his knees for me?
Earth-shattering because my knees grow weak just at the thought of it.
“Ask for it, Lavender,” he whispers against my lips, the touch increasing the newfound hunger demanding to be fed, and I grasp his shirt and shift closer to him, a moan escaping me at the contact with his erection.
“I can’t.”
Speaking about my emotions is a weakness that will get me in trouble.
This is wrong. So, so wrong.
Why does it feel so right then?
He chooses this moment to drive harder and I almost see stars when he abandons my breast, his arm circling my waist, and he hikes me up until both of my legs are wrapped around him.
We both groan at the action, and he repeats, “Ask for it, Lavender.”
This request unlocks the restraints around my disturbed mind and my emotions pour to the surface, no longer satisfied to be contained. “Kiss me, Levi.”
At once he covers my mouth with his, locking us in a passionate and desperate kiss as his tongue enters me and roams inside, seeking mine, and when they finally touch we both moan and he slams me hard against the glass.
It’s like we’re having a different kind of conversation altogether as each lick seems to conquer the newfound territory and warning everyone in advance to stay away.
The deep and addicting strokes show me in all its glory that no matter how much I would try in the future, I’d never be able to run away from this connection, for Levi placed invisible silks over me, keeping me forever chained to him.
I might have kissed only a few people in my life and it has been more than a decade ago, still I recognize that Levi is a phenomenal kisser because he owns your mouth and dominates it in ways that makes you feel as if you’re the most precious thing to him.