Page 6 of Assassin's Mark
“Abby, Jesus.” He frowned down at the lace corselet I wore under my silk shirt. The lingerie made me feel pretty, but Levi was focused on the intricate lacing holding the front together.
I laughed. “It zips.”
“Well turn around, for fuck’s sake.”
Another laugh as I obeyed. Cool air rushed over my skin when the sides of the corselet opened over my spine. Goose bumps rose. I held the front against me for a moment, struggling with that last little shred of timidity, and then I dropped the cloth. Levi swore as he stepped close, his heat covering my back.
“Look up.”
I did—and wow. The wall I faced wasn’t a wall at all, but a mirror. I zeroedin on Levi immediately. His hungry eyes devoured the sight of my bare breasts as he crowded closer. My hands came up automatically to rest on the cool surface; my nipples slid against the mirror, tingled at the chill until Levi cupped them from behind.
My head fell back. “Levi!”
The scruff on his chin abraded the sensitive skin of my neck. He bit down lightly, forcing me to acquiesce as he fondledmy breasts, pinching the tips, rolling them, pulling. Cries escaped me, the begging and screaming and squirming out of my control as he pleasured me, pleased himself. And that made it all the hotter, the fact that I couldn’t escape, could only accept what he chose to give me, his shadowed gaze taking it all in as the mirror reflected back my torment and titillation.
If this was what foreplaywas like with him, how the hell would I survive sex?
When his fingers left them, my nipples were hot enough that the cool surface of the mirror felt like ice, but I wasn’t shivering from cold. No, it was pleasure that shook me as I watched him watch me, felt the trace of his hands down my stomach, my hips, around to the clasp of my skirt. He bared my body while I examined his behind me, the sightof gleaming olive skin decorated with a wash of vibrant tattoos turning me on almost as much as his touch. The ink began just below his collarbone, a sea of blacks and blues and reds that highlighted the masculine hills and valleys of his torso and shoulders. My fingers itched to trace every line, although maybe I’d use my tongue. Or maybe both.
Levi was beautiful in a brutal way, and the darknessof his gray eyes in the midst of his passion gave him a deadly edge that only added to his appeal. I wanted him inside me, wanted him to take me now, immediately. The damp heat between my legs said I was ready even if I had no actual experience with the physical act—preliminary contractions rocked my pelvis just from his look as my skirt drifted down my legs, leaving my lace garter belt andthigh highs bare to his view. What he zeroed in on, though, was the sight of my soft auburn curls framed by the delicate lace and garters. An animal growl escaped him, rumbling along my spine.
I don’t mind vibrators, but that’s not exactly what I had in mind.
I slammed the door shut on the reminder of my father’s demands and moaned my dismay as Levi stepped back. “No. What—”
One thick arm wrappedaround my belly, the other beneath my knees, and then I was in the air. Levi carried me across to the bed, proving he hadn’t lied earlier. He dropped me onto the mattress with a little grunt, tugged my boots off and tossed them one at a time over his shoulder, then dropped his hands to his belt buckle. “I can’t wait, Abby.”
“I don’t want you to.”
