Page 26 of Assassin's Mark
Chapter Thirteen
Levi rolled me onto my back. He followed me over, his weight blanketing my body just as it had last night. Deep in my bones, I recognized the visceral pleasure of it—his heaviness constricting my ribs, my lungs, the hard press of his pelvis against mine. It was as if my entire being surged up, reaching for him, longing for his body to overpower my own. When he licked intomy mouth, I caught his tongue, sucking lightly, desperate to keep some small part of him inside me.
Levi jolted as if he’d touched a live wire. A growl burst from his throat as he curled around me, crawling deeper. The pleasure in that sound did something to me, something I didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore—it melted me. So wrong. This was the man who’d kidnapped me, who’d humiliatedme, who’d just had his hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me while remembering someone he’d probably finished the job with in the past, and all I could think about was the ache between my legs and how I wanted him to fill it. It was sick. Twisted. Inexcusable.
Undeniable.
I jerked away from him.
“No, you don’t—”
Steely arms and legs caged me in, preventing my escape. The bastardwas solid rock, immovable, pinning me tighter than a butterfly on a board, but that’s all he did. Just held me beneath him, panting raggedly in my ear, his hand fisted in the neck of my sleep shirt, denying me escape. Like that was anything new. And yet, as he crouched over me, his heavy thighs more effective than any bars or handcuffs, something inside me stilled. As if this was where I wasmeant to be. What I’d needed all along.
Definitely sick.
Levi bent onto his elbows, planted now on either side of my head, and stared into my eyes. Looking for what? I didn’t want to know and certainly hoped he didn’t find it. I focused on his chin, that powerful jawline covered in prickly soft stubble. I knew how that stubble felt on my neck, my breasts. My inner thighs. I couldn’t stop thinkingabout it. When Levi bent to run that stubble-roughened chin along the sensitive skin at the top of my breasts, it felt inevitable—and sizzlingly sexy.
I wanted more. And I wanted to run. The story of my life.
Warm lips trailed along the barest hint of cleavage revealed by my tank, my shoulder, the aching skin of my neck. Levi nudged my chin up with his nose, nuzzled into the space I made forhim there, his warm breath and tender lips soothing my pain and ripping away any armor I hoped to have against him. At some point that wonderful weight was on me again, grounding me, covering me like a blanket. I was safe. Secure. And it was all an illusion, whether or not I wanted to admit it. Lust didn’t change who he was, didn’t erase what he’d done to me, either yesterday or mere minutes past.How could I forget that even for a second?
Because of this,something whispered as his mouth slid across my cheek, his breath caressing my skin, his scent filling up the air I breathed. When firm fingers forced my head to turn, to meet his smoke-gray eyes, the inevitability hit me like a blow.
My swallow hurt.
Voice dropped to a mere rough whisper, he asked, “Do you want me, Abby?”
My nipplestightened against his solid chest, begging where my mouth would not, where it was safe to beg—where he wouldn’t see. But he could feel; I knew because his back arched, rubbing his firm muscles against my hard tips. A moan escaped against my will.
He didn’t gloat; he kissed me. The surge of his tongue between my lips became the perfect echo for the roll of his body, the thrust of his arousal againstmy belly. Want couldn’t describe what I felt then—it paled in comparison to the fire Levi ignited inside me, the hunger that roared out of control, begging to be sated. Only one man had ever been able to do this to me, snatch me away from right and wrong, expectations and propriety. Only Levi stripped away the proper veneer to reveal the woman inside. I hadn’t known she existed until now. Andmaybe she shouldn’t, but God help me, I couldn’t escape her any more than I could escape him.
“Tell me, Abby, right now. Do you want me?” The sweet stroke of his fingers along my throat, across my lips, coaxed me to answer.
“Yes.” The word was ragged, barely audible, but there nonetheless.
“Then let me have you. Be the brave little bird you’ve been all along.”
I snorted. “You’ve got me confusedwith some other girl, Levi.” I’d never been brave. Reckless, maybe, but look where that had gotten me—in bed with a killer.
A killer whose irises darkened at my words. He took me in for long moments, displeasure narrowing his eyes. I held my breath until a faint smile curved one corner of his mouth, the tiny tilt completely transforming his expression. “I’m definitely not confused.”
He abandonedwords for action then. Caressed my bare skin with ruthless hands and lips. Nipped the shuddering flesh. Laved it with the lingering trace of his tongue. I watched, unable to look away, as he dipped his head, his teeth catching a fold of flesh between shoulder and breast, and sucked lightly. And I knew. God help me, but I knew right then I’d give in. He was killing me not with a knife or gun,but with kindness. I couldn’t resist it, didn’t want to. My soul soaked it up like poisoned nectar, sweet and deadly, and all I wanted was more.
My rigid muscles relaxed. Levi eased a hand under the hem of my shirt and pushed up, even as his body moved lower. Tiny bites teased the underside of my breast, then trailed toward the other. “You were built to pleasure.” His lips brushed shivering skinon his relentless journey up to one hard nub. “Let me give you pleasure.” Harsh breath hit my nipple.
With a whimper, I arched my back.
“That’s it, Abby; that’s so it.” A hot lick. A soft bite. “Relax for me. Let me have you. Please.”
The last word was no more than a breath, but it shot through me like an arrow. I wasn’t the only one needing here; Levi did too. I wasn’t alone, not in this.
When his warm mouth surrounded my nipple, I stopped caring about right and wrong, need and domination. The rhythmic suction took over my world, but I wanted more than my own pleasure. I wanted his. My palm trailed shyly along the thick ridge of muscle protecting his rib cage, the curve of his hip, that small hollow between belly and groin. Levi lifted his lower body as if I’d requested entry, andI eased farther down, brought my fingers to the curls at his pelvis, arrowing down to the base of that thick stalk. A grunt escaped him as I gripped, tugged, explored.
He switched breasts, but when my thumb slid along the narrow slit at the end of his cock, he released me to choke back a curse. I didn’t catch the whole thing; I was too busy holding my breath as he slid down, down, out of my reach,his shoulders making a place for him between my thighs. And then his mouth was on my clit and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but panting and clutching the sheets, praying I didn’t pass out—I didn’t want to miss a single second of this. Without permission my hips tilted, pulsing in time to the rhythm of his licks, urging him on, begging for him to come closer, deeper.
When his tongue spearedinside me, I saw stars. When he did it again, the stars exploded behind my eyelids.
The sharp edge of teeth surrounding my most sensitive spot greeted me when I returned to awareness. “That was way too fast,” Levi gritted out.
