Page 40 of Taken By Storm

“So you were bent over, face down, while I spanked you.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And after?”

“I woke up,” she confessed.

“That’s a shame. You want me to tell you how it would have ended?”

Kasi should end this here before things between them got out of hand. Until she figured out what this was between them, and decided what it should be, she was the worst kind of masochist to allow him to plant even more seeds in her feverish, lust-drunk brain.

Unfortunately, her head moved, nodding rather than shaking, and she was completely helpless to make it change direction.

“Once I’d finished painting that sweet ass of yours red, I would have stripped off your pants and panties, then knelt behind you, pushing your thighs apart so I could see that pretty pussy.”

For a second, she wanted to ask him how he knew it was pretty. He’d never seen it, but the smart-ass question vanished when he continued speaking.

“I’d run my tongue along that soaking wet slit, drinking down every drop of your juices, then I’d tease that cute little clit of yours until you were riding my face, begging me to fuck you.”

Kasi clenched her legs together, pursing her lips to stop herself from doing that begging right now.

“Your first orgasm would be on my tongue, the second on my fingers. I’d fuck you with one, then two, then three, stretching your tight cunt until you were screaming for more.”

“God,” she breathed, hanging on every word. No one had ever talked to her like this. Shit, she’d always been convinced that men didn’t say stuff like that in real life, those words confined to the pages of a romance novel.

“Only after you were hoarse from crying out my name would I stand up and fuck you. You’re going to feel so good around my cock, Kasi. But be warned, I’m not a gentle lover, and while I might be a strong man typically able to remain in control, I’m afraid that won’t apply when it comes to you. I want you too much. So I’m going to fuck you hard—hard enough that you’ll feel the effects of it weeks later.”

A small squeak escaped before Kasi could call it back.

Levi smiled, lifting their clasped hands to his lips. He drew one of her fingers into his mouth, sucking on it until she was gasping, struggling hard to breathe. How could he make such a simple thing so sinfully sexy?

“Levi.” She was intent on begging for everything he just described. She was panting, for God’s sake, her pussy dripping.

So she was shocked—and thrilled—when Levi released her hands.

Yes!

No words were necessary.

Levi led her back to the bedroom, pulled the duvet down, helped her in, then circled to the other side, climbing in next to her.

Kasi shifted toward him, disappointed when Levi gave her the quickest, most platonic kiss she’d ever received before saying, “Good night.”

“But—” she started.

“Kasi. You have bruises all over your body, stitches in your forehead, and a concussion. And while I’m glad you were able to steal about ten hours of sleep, you still need at least twice that to make up for the way you’ve been running yourself ragged lately. You need rest.”

“I don’t want to rest.”

Levi grinned, then tapped the tip of her nose playfully. “Every single thing I said to you just now is going to happen, but not tonight. You’ll have to give me a rain check on making your dreams come true.”

She narrowed her eyes, but the truth was, now that she was back in the ridiculously comfortable bed, her energy was already starting to wane.

“Fine,” she said, grumpily. “But I make no promises on that rain check,” she lied, turning away from him.

“You’re giving me the rain check,” he insisted in that arrogant tone of his.

“What about my cookie?” she asked, somewhat petulantly. If she wasn’t getting him, the least he could do was give her a treat.

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