Page 68 of Taken By Storm

Instead, he lowered his head and began to kiss her again, his tongue gliding to her clit, toying with the ultra-sensitive nub until she saw stars.

Her hands flew to his hair, pulling it. “I can’t,” she gasped. “Not again! Not so soon.”

Levi lifted his head. “Yes, you can.”

“Levi,” she started to protest, sure another orgasm right on the heels of that last one would destroy her.

“Kasi. It’s your first time. We’re not rushing this. When I take you, I’m going to make damn sure you’re ready for me and that the pain is as little as possible.”

She sighed. “I may be a virgin in the sense I’ve never been with a man—unintentional, remember?—but there’s no hymen. I have a vibrator and a dildo at home.”

He gave her a crooked grin. “Next time you take those toys out, we’re going to play together. No more getting yourself off without me. And I’m glad you told me about that experience, but we’re still doing this my way.”

Levi backed that assertion by pinching her clit, the sharp touch a blend of pain and pleasure she really liked.

She groaned.

Levi’s eyes narrowed with sudden interest. “You like that. When I’m rough with you.”

She considered his bites and pinches, then nodded because there was no way in hell she could hide the truth of that statement. That sense of vulnerability was back as she opened the door for Levi to things she’d never told anyone before. When she masturbated, it was always rough, her fantasies tending to go to darker places. The make-believe lovers in her mind were strong alpha men who took what they wanted without apology.

For a time, she worried there was something wrong with her. Because there was no question the fantasies that turned her on the most, that never failed to bring her to orgasm, were the ones where she was kidnapped or chased or tied up by a man determined to claim her—with or without her consent. The dirty words her fantasy men always whispered were graphic, threatening, things that should scare rather than arouse.

“I like when you’re rough,” she whispered. “I like when it hurts.”

“You like it as in, it turns you on?”

“My fantasies…” she started. “They’re not tame.”

Shit. Why had she revealed that? She frowned, but before she could try to backtrack lest her confession bothered him, he spoke.

“You can be damn sure we’re going to unpack that comment more later,” he said. “But for now…all I want you to do is concentrate.”

With those words, he took her clit back into his mouth and her head fell back.

Concentrate, indeed. What choice did she have? It was impossible to think about anything except how good this felt. Especially when he pushed two fingers inside her.

“God,” she gasped, as he took off the kid gloves, driving his fingers at the same relentless, hard pace she used when playing with her dildo. “Yes!”

Between his fingers fucking her pussy and the wicked, wicked things he was doing to her clit with his mouth, Levi brought her right to the edge within minutes.

“Give me one more,” he urged, lifting his head even as he continued to pound his fingers inside her. “One more orgasm, and then we’re going to be very intentional about getting rid of that virginity of yours.”

She might have laughed if she could have spared the breath, but there was no more air in her lungs. Her body shifted into overdrive as a second climax roared through her. She’d been a fool for thinking the first one powerful.

“Jesus. Christ,” she choked out, as every nerve ending in her body lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree.

Levi continued stroking her, his fingers gliding along her inner muscles as they clenched, drawing out the orgasm until she feared she would faint.

Something she couldn’t do—again—because she’d reassured him she wasn’t the kind of girl who passed out all the time.

“Please.” Kasi’s voice was hoarse from her cries.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Levi murmured.

She opened her eyes, looking down to where Levi was still kneeling between her outstretched legs.

“You’re perfect, Kasi,” he said.

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