Page 7 of Assassin's Mark
Chapter Four
His chuckle was strained; so was his erection when he stripped his pants down his legs. I caught a brief glimpse of an angry red head before he bent to push off his shoes and shed his clothes. The size made me hesitate, but I wouldn’t stop, not now. Not ever if it meant Levi would be the one over me, inside me. I wanted him more than I was afraid of my first penetration, morethan the worry about what might come after. When he stood and began to roll a condom onto his hard length, I opened my arms and beckoned him to me.
He planted one knee on the bed. “Let me see all of you, Abby. Let me in.” His hands felt too big on my knees, too demanding as they pushed outward, but my hunger for him overcame any hesitation. Levi crawled up between my spread legs, his gaze onthe most intimate part of my body. Searing. Hungry. Still making me squirm. And then he was on top of me, all solid-steel muscles and smooth skin and glorious heat.
I hadn’t known the weight of a man could feel so good. Levi was heavy, his body pinning me in place, making me feel small and protected. I slid my hands down his wide shoulders, the muscles straining with the effort to keep his fullweight from smothering me, down to hard pecs and ribs layered with a dense pad of muscle. His back too—the thick ropes lining his spine were the perfect handhold as he arched above me. His hot breath stroked one nipple. The other. When his tongue traced the aching nub, my nails dug in, my own back arching as I waited, waited…
“Levi!”
The cry escaped without permission, his name my touchstoneagainst the overwhelming pleasure that hit with the sucking pressure of his mouth on my breast. I’d read about it, imagined it, had Levi’s fingers on my nipples, but this…oh God. Every tug, every swallow, the wet push of his tongue locking my nub against the roof of his mouth—they shattered me. All I could do was squeeze my eyes tight and try to breathe as the pressure built in my breast, in my core.Drawing my knees back tilted my hips, and then Levi was there, poised at my body’s entrance, a sensual threat I could do nothing but surrender to.
I tightened my knees on his hips, urging him inside.
Levi grunted around my nipple. His back curved under my hands; his shaft pressed forward, stretching me farther than I’d known I could be stretched. A sharp pain pierced my core.
His head jerkedback, and a curse escaped his clenched teeth. Wide, wild eyes stared down at me, but he didn’t stop his advance, and I didn’t stop wanting it, despite the pain, despite the protest of my body as he hilted inside me. Only then did I realize I was biting down on my lip, tasted the blood on my tongue, heard the tiny mewling sound that escaped despite my best attempt to hold it back.
Levi heard ittoo. A quiver shot through him. “Breathe, Abby. Breathe.”
He took his own advice, held himself still as he drew in a deep breath that mashed my breasts beneath him. When he exhaled, I inhaled. I exhaled; he inhaled. We followed the pattern until his body stopped shaking and my hands relaxed enough to extract my nails from his skin.
I expected him to apologize, get angry that I hadn’t told himI was a virgin, pull out maybe. Not Levi. He did pull back, but only so he could enter me again. The glide this time was smooth and much less painful. I moaned.
The sound sent a charge through his body, seeming to break the restraint he’d put on himself. The next thrust was hard and fast, the absorbed look in his eyes telling me the pleasure was taking over any conscious decisions he could make.A shiver of fear went through me, but then he thrust again, this time brushing something inside me that changed my moans to guttural groans. I pulled my knees higher, trying to climb him, to get closer to the source of that searing pleasure. “More. God, more, Levi, please!”
His chuckle was strained, muffled against my shoulder where his teeth clamped down once more, pinning me beneath him. Heset up a rough, heavy rhythm that rocked my body hard, nothing I had expected and definitely nothing I could have imagined—a place where pain became pleasure and the hunger for completion took over every thought, every moment until I thought I would scream with the need to climax. The scent of sweat and sex, the weight of Levi’s body above me, the rough rub of coarse hair against my thighs and vaginaand nipples, the push of his penis inside me—all of it was too much, yet not nearly enough. And then it was there, that pinnacle I’d so often wondered about and longed for, the feeling of coming outside myself and being bathed in complete sensation. In pleasure. In peace. It went on and on, even through the sudden strained groan Levi released as he climaxed.
By the time the spasms eased, he wasstaring down at me, his gaze stealing every intimate detail for his own.
My mind was blank, unable to cough up a response. In lieu of words, I raised my hand to stroke his stubble-roughened cheek.
Levi gave me a quick jerk of a smile before rolling slowly to one side. “Let me take care of the condom.”
“Of course.” Uncertainty tried to rise, but I pushed it down in favor of watching his gracefultrek across the room—or, really, watching the beauty of his hard rear as he walked. Only when that sight disappeared into the bathroom did I lay my head back and close my eyes. My body felt…different, foreign. Aches and throbbing abounded. There was no doubt I’d been thoroughly and completely taken. A tired smile tugged at my lips.
Would he take me again before we slept? I desperately hoped so.
“Here you go.”
I opened my eyes to Levi standing above me, an open water bottle in one hand. Scooting up until the headboard met my back, I smiled. “Thank you.”
He sipped from his own bottle as I took mine. “I figured you’d be thirsty.”
I was; I drank a good quarter of the bottle in one go. Slipping into the bed beside me, Levi snagged the sheet and pulled it up till it covered our legs, leavingmy breasts bare to his gaze. I wanted his body bare too, all of it, so I could trace every inch of his skin with my gaze and my fingers and my tongue. Especially his cock. The memory of it inside me, how big it had felt, made me curious about how much I could take in my mouth, what it would feel like. What his mouth might feel like on me. My body tingled, and above the sheet, my breasts ached,my nipples hardening. I shifted onto my hip, hoping to hide the reaction with my bent arms and the water bottle in my grip.
Levi’s expression said he hadn’t missed the move or the reason behind it. I blushed.
A final sip emptied his water. Levi set it on the nightstand, then mimicked my position. “Drink up, Abby. I can’t have you dehydrated, not with all I’ve got planned.”
Hmm, promising. Ihid my relief with a few more swallows.
A yawn surprised me.
Levi chuckled. My mostly empty bottle was removed from my hand, his strong fingers replacing it. Levi laced them with mine as he kissed me, his lips softer now, his tongue more curious than demanding. The husky moan that escaped him when I captured his tongue between my lips and sucked hesitantly assured me he enjoyed the gentle foreplaydespite the lack of urgency.
Another yawn forced its way forward.
I found my head tucked against his broad chest without realizing how it got there, but I didn’t argue. I couldn’t seem to do much but blink sleepily. Maybe my first sexual encounter—or the events leading up to it—had taken more out of me than I’d thought.
The sprinkle of dark hair on his pecs beckoned; I traced it lazily. Gentlefingers pushed my hair back from my face. “Why don’t you doze off for a few minutes?”
I shook my head. “I’m okay.”
He tipped my chin up. “I think you’re tired, and no wonder.” He slid us down in the bed until our bodies were prone, touching, faces close together. “I don’t want you tired; I want you fully awake. I’m not going anywhere. Close your eyes and rest; you’ll need it.”
In this, justlike in everything else, I couldn’t resist him. My eyes closed, and the last thing I remembered was the sound of his steady heartbeat beneath my hand, his arms tight around me.
