Page 112 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“Yeah, it's been leaking and I don't know why.”

“Must be a loose bolt.”

I played with my hair. “I wouldn't know.”

“What have you been doing with this sink, Clara?”

“You know, the usual—washing dishes.”

He laughed. “Always a joker.”

“Hey, you like my jokes.”

I heard a series of shuffling noises along with tools clacking together. After a few minutes, Levon appeared from beneath the sink with a mischievous smirk. “I didn't realize all I was good for was being a plumber.”

I wandered around the island counter toward him and took his hand. “You're good for other things, too.”

“Oh, pray tell.”

“I could just show you.”

He chuckled as he leaned in to kiss me. I dragged him with me toward my bedroom, practically stumbling as I tried to find my way without looking. The space was still new. But I didn't care if I fell. I would just take him right down to the ground with me.

I tugged him into my bedroom and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He circled my waist and lifted me up, propping me against the wall. He pressed into me, prompting my heart to flutter and my chest to heave. My breath soon matched his as he plucked the buttons of my blouse. He revealed my chest and nestled into my breasts, humming as he decorated my skin with his lips.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I rested my head against the wall. He dropped south, propping my legs up over his shoulders as he began marking my stomach with kisses. I hummed and bit my lower lip. I happened to glance up and noticed the ceiling closing in on my head.

I giggled. “Levon, you're too tall for this.”

He readjusted my legs and carried me to the bed. “Well, guess we'll just have to do it here.”

I chuckled lightly as he unbutton my jeans and tugged them away. As he peeled away my panties, I felt his warm breath on my thigh. I let my chuckle roll into a sigh and relaxed into the mattress, loving the way his fingers lingered over my skin. He electrocuted me with every touch. And with every sigh, he commanded me to moan.

He had a way with inspiring my reactions that I had no control over. Each motion invited a response and I had no way of resisting it. I couldn't resist him—he was home to me. He was everything and more. His lips sank to my muff and he hummed as he nudged my muff lips open. I moaned as my back arched, deepening his kiss with my muff.

His tongue roused me to twist and turn, to squirm as he explored my muff lips. He lingered over my clit and then slid between my lips to taste more of me. He flattened his tongue and swept it over my clit in long, sluggish strokes that drove me to squirm further into the sheets. I was rolling with affection for him. I dragged my nails over his shoulders, up his neck, and tangled my fingers into his hair.

As his tongue glided over my clit, I felt his fingers prod my entrance. He slipped one finger inside of me and matched the rhythm of his tongue, prompting my body to shudder. I tore the rest of my blouse open and unhooked my bra. I discard my clothes and caressed his face, inviting him up from the end of the bed.

I dragged him up my body and to my lips. I kissed him feverishly, hungry for the rest of his body. As I helped strip away his clothes, I urgently devoured his lips. He nibbled on my lower lip as he pressed his cock against my muff. His cock twitch and I sighed with longing, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I coaxed him inside, unable to catch my breath. I claimed him easily and urged him to probe deep, using my legs to guide him inside. He shuddered and fell forward but caught himself on the headboard. When he pressed his forehead to mine, he reared back his hips and slipped deeper, causing me to moan hungrily.

I dug my nails into his back while encouraging him to pump harder. I longed for our collective release. I desired every touch and every moan to signal our eruption. I couldn't get enough of him and I wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to completely merge with me and become one without any desire to pull away.

“Are you okay?” he whispered to my lips.

“Oh, I'm great.”

He smirked. “Good.”

He kissed me and drove his cock deep at the same time, prompting a muffled moan. I ran my fingers through his hair again.

“I missed this so much,” I whispered.

He groaned and dragged his lips over my shoulder, burying into my neck. While he gripped the headboard, he drew away from my neck and whispered, “I missed this, too.”

“I love you.”

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