Page 7 of Farmer's Elegant Bride

“Yeah.”

“Did you really renovate this place all by yourself?”

A soft chuckle escapes my lips.

“What’s funny?” she asks, her face still resting against my chest.

“When you said you wanted to ask a question, it sounded serious,” I reply.

“Oh. I’m just trying to distract myself from thinking about the storm,” she murmurs.

I can’t help but smile at her honesty, the warmth of her presence comforting me in ways I never thought possible.

“Yeah, I renovated the whole place myself,” I reply, running my fingers through the loose curls of her hair. “At first, I hired some guys to do it, but they couldn’t quite get what I wanted, so I had to do it myself.”

“You are a man of many talents,” she remarks, admiration lacing her words. Her compliment catches me off guard, a warmth spreading through my chest at her words.

We both fall silent, the splashing of rain against the window panes the only sound in the room. Shivers run down my spine when I suddenly feel her fingers against my chest scar, and I feel as though the air has been stolen from my lungs. Her touch is gentle, almost tentative, yet it ignites a fire within that threatens to consume us both.

“Stop,” I growl, the word escaping my lips in a low, guttural rumble. It’s a reflexive reaction because I’m not sure I’m going to be able to act responsibly if she continues touching me.

Aurora withdraws her hand. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it sounds so sexy.

I swear under my breath, and before I can stop myself, my lips crash against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her response is immediate and electric, her lips meeting mine with a hunger and intensity that matches my own.

Our kisses deepen, each one more fervent than the last, as if we’re trying to pour every ounce of longing and desire into the kiss. I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her soft lips, the way she presses her body closer to mine as if she’s trying to merge with me, become a part of me.

It’s a heady, intoxicating sensation, and I find myself drowning in the heat of her touch, my desire for her almost driving me to the brink of madness. And as we finally pull away, our chests heaving with exertion, I’m left breathless, a sense of euphoria coursing through me like a drug.

Her name escapes my lips in a low, primal growl, dripping with desire as I hold her gaze with mine, my eyes smoldering with intensity. “I want you,” I declare, heavy with longing and need.

“I want you too,” she moans.

With a sense of urgency, I gently lower my lips to hers, capturing them in a sensual kiss that sets my blood on fire. Slowly, tantalizingly, I trail kisses down her body, savoring the taste and feel of her skin against mine.

“Levi...” she gasps, her breath hitching as my lips trace a path of fire across her skin. “I want you too, Levi,” she whispers, her voice thick with need and desire.

There’s no room for doubt or hesitation at that moment, only the raw, unbridled passion burning between us. With my lips locked on hers, I slip my hand under her nightgown and run my fingers along the smooth velvet skin of her bare thighs.

When I come in contact with her crotch, I’m met with the evidence of her arousal: her panties are soaked. I nudge it to the side and tease her folds with my fingers. She bucks her hips, trying to ride my fingers, moaning my name.

I slip a finger inside and then another, filling her tight pussy. She starts riding my fingers, our lips barely an inch apart, our breaths mingling.

“I think I’m going to come,” she cries out as her pussy clenches tighter around my fingers. I seal her lips with mine, and soon, she’s screaming out my name in pleasure.

When I slip my fingers out of her, they are dripping with her juice. “I love how wet you get for me,” I murmur.

“Levi, please, I want you inside me,’’ she whispers against my lips, her voice filled with need.

“Not yet. I need to make sure you’re well taken care of. I’m a little out of practice and want to make this good for you.”

“I don’t care,” she says, slamming her lips against mine. When we finally pull away, I help her out of her nightgown, leaving her in only her panties.

“Wow, you are beautiful,” I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I drink in the sight of her full, plump breasts, their curves accentuated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.

Her beauty is a gift I never dared to dream of having. Yet here she is before me, a goddess incarnate, her presence filling the room with a radiance that takes my breath away.

“I want to see all of you too,” she demands, helping me out of my sweatpants. “Oh…” she gasps as my excited cock comes into view.

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