Chapter 12 #5
The confident and feverish strokes consume me and trap me in the prison of his creation where he’s the absolute ruler.
The idea of other women experiencing what it is like to kiss him fuels my blood with irrational fury and without thinking, I bite on his tongue and our mouths separate as we breathe heavily.
My eyes widen at the sight of blood on his lips trickling down his chin as he winces a little, although amusement flashes in his gaze, charging the energy around us with longing and thirst.
I want to bite him once again even though my thighs clamp around him, not wanting to let him go as his cock continues to dig into me. I think I can come just from kissing and grinding on him alone, and this angers me too.
Why does he have to be so…virile and male?
“Moy cvetochek has sharp thorns.” He kisses me again, swallowing back all my protests, and the metallic taste of his blood fills my mouth.
I know I should feel ashamed, yet a new kind of thrill zips all over me because it leaves traces of me in him.
If this doesn’t say I’m fucked in the head I don’t know what does.
Our mouths continue to engage in a blissful dance as he spins around and takes several steps to the side until he settles me on the table, our lips still locked together while my nails dig into his nape, scraping and cutting his skin, and it earns me a hiss followed by a chuckle.
“Ah, moy cvetochek. Leaving your marks on me already?” He leans back, placing both of his hands on either side of me, and rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt that show his muscular forearms and the V of his neck.
The idea of putting my own marks on this magnificent man leaves me breathless because right now he seems like a devil who came straight from hell to drag me to his hell where he can do all sorts of forbidden things to me.
Everyone would know he belongs to me, that this body is mine and no one else has a right to touch or yearn for it.
I shake my head because such thoughts are dangerous. Too dangerous.
“There is no need, moy cvetochek.” He sways forward and my core spasms when my eyes land on his erection.
What would it be like to have something this thick inside me?
I’d probably feel him for days, the inexperienced virgin that I am.
“I’m all yours.” He lifts the hem of my dress up, up, up until I feel the cold wood against my bare skin and and he grunts when he sees my thong.
“Look at you all hot and wet for your man.” He places his whole hand on me, the heel of his palm pressing into my clit, and he glides his middle finger through my folds, flicking my panties to the side.
He squeezes me hard, my nails digging into his nape as I bite on my lip, instant heat surrounding me at the foreign touch.
“This belongs only to me, Lavender. I do not share. Ever. Any man who thinks otherwise won’t live long enough to regret it.
” He grazes his teeth over my shoulder, traveling to my neck, where he draws my skin between his teeth right before trapping my mouth in a kiss just as he enters me with his finger, my core burning from such an unfamiliar invasion.
I moan into the kiss, tipping my head up as our tongues engage in a passionate duel all the while his finger explores, stretching me around the digit right as his thumb brushes over my clit.
Without thinking, I put my hand over his, stilling his movements, and tear my mouth away, my fingers gripping his shoulders so hard I probably leave marks on him.
“Levi.” He slowly pulls his hand back, skimming his fingers over me before he pinches my clit, and my hips move upward, seeking his touch.
“That’s right, moy cvetochek.” He kisses the underside of my chin. “Only I can make you feel this good. No one else.”
My gasp echoes in the room when he sends me flying on my back and pulls the skirt of my dress higher, exposing my legs and sodden panties to his view, and my cheeks heat, while shyness along with desire sweep through me, making me want to cross my legs and hide under his intense stare, but he doesn’t let me.
“No. Don’t hide from me. You’re mine.” His softly spoken command freezes me, trepidation enveloping me, and my hands settle on the cold wood when he rips my panties away, leaving me completely bare. The AC nips at my skin, although it does very little to bring relief to the inferno blazing in me.
Levi hisses through his teeth, settling his hands on my hips and gripping them hard.
“Moy cvetochek,” he says, opening my legs wider until he hooks my heels on the edge of the table, creating more space for himself.
He skims his palms inside my thighs, his touch burning me and intensifying the ache.
“Poor little thing,” He brushes his thumb over my clit, making me arch my back, and then drags his fingers over my wetness, my core clenching under the touch while the desire in the pit of my stomach grows, the fire spreading through me in such hot waves that I think my skin is going to burst. “Do you want me to kiss it all better, Lavender?”
“Levi,” I whisper, barely recognizing my hoarse and needy voice as tremors rush through me and awaken every hair on my body. Goose bumps pop all over my skin under his hot stare as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s every laid eyes on.
And even though I know it’s a lie, this knowledge and fantasy washes away any embarrassment, leaving only the carnal cravings between us, and I find the courage to reply. “Yes, please.”
He nips on the inside of my thigh, moving upward until his hot breath fans my core and he rubs his stubble over my flesh, earning himself a moan only to skim his lips to my other thigh and repeat the action.
He continues to kiss, bite, and nibble on my skin, driving me insane while ignoring the most aching part of me that begs for his attention. My breathing speeds up and I clench my legs around him, only to groan in frustration when he shoulders my thighs apart and settles between them. “Levi!”
He rubs his chin over my wetness again, giving me a light kiss that sends tickling sensations all over me, and for a second the air sticks in my lungs only to be replaced with a need so strong it consumes me.
“Yes, moy cvetochek?” He skims his palms over my ass, lifting me up as he continues to leave small kisses on me, and each brush of his lips increases the hunger. “What do you want?”
Is he serious right now?
“Kiss it all better,” I reply, biting on my lip to hold back a sob when he does. A peck, then he goes back to sucking the inside of my thigh, and it’s so harsh I know he’ll leave marks on my skin, and I feel a thrill at the thought.
I would love to see the reflection of his desire of me, so when I look in the mirror it would be his pleasure I’d think about. My focus won’t be on the scars that remind me about the hideous creature who inflicted them.
“I just did, moy cvetochek.” My fingers thread in his hair, trying to guid him toward my throbbing center, and a moan escapes me when he brushes his lips against my clit, thousands of electric volts charging through me. “Or is there something else you want me to do?”
I huff in frustration. The damn handsome devil knows very well what he’s doing to me and my hold on his hair tightens, tugging on it, but his hands keep my hips firmly in place.
“Tell me, moy cvetochek. Your wish is my command.” He licks me from bottom to my clit before biting on my flesh, and heat seems to envelop me whole as my hips start to move toward him, chasing him, but he takes his mouth away once again, dropping a soft mocking kiss that only adds fuel to my need. “Tell me.”
Too far gone to think straight, I circle my legs around him, my heels digging into his back as I expose myself to his view more.
Yanking on his hair, I whisper with all the courage I possess, “I want…I want…” I swallow at the possessiveness shining in his eyes and his fingers dig deeper into my ass.
The idea of voicing my wish makes me nervous, but the idea of never experiencing it scares me even more.
So holding his gaze, I don’t shy away, and instead I embrace it because, just for tonight, I’ll let myself explore all my cravings. “I want you to fuck me with you tongue, Levi.”
He covers me with his mouth, his tongue sliding up and down my lips before delving between my folds and entering me, my back arching. I cry out, allowing for the fire to glide through my veins as desire injects into every cell in my body.
He dives farther, twirling it around before pulling back only to thrust inside again, holding me still in his grip, and his fingers cut harshly into my ass, the mixture of pain and pleasure making me whimper and groan as he continues to deliver this sweet torture on me.
I tug on his hair so hard, I’m surprised I don’t rip it when he enters me deeper, my core stretching around him as he places my hips back on the cold wood, spreading me wider for his onslaught.
He slowly drags his tongue back, skimming it upward, licking up my wet folds on the way, and traps my clit between his teeth, biting on it before licking and sucking.
My heel digs into his back, and I moan, “Levi, please.” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
All I know is that there is this weird tension and pressure rising inside me that threatens to smolder everything in its wake unless he does something to extinguish it.
“No, no.” I pant in despair when he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit and then drags his mouth downward, biting on my flesh before nudging inside me, driving me insane with each twirl.
My toes curl and I scrape at his scalp as I start to slowly move in sync with his rhythm, grinding on him, so many sensations wrapping around me at once, breaking goose bumps on my skin and setting it aflame.