Page 27 of Assassin's Mark
My chuckle was hoarse. “Not my fault.”
A hard suck jerked my hips off the bed. Levi shook his head, sending pre-orgasmic tingles from my clit to my core to my nipples.Even my lips tingled. I recognized the sensation now, welcomed it and the oblivion it brought with it.
Levi eased back. “That was the fault of your innocence. You’ll learn.”
I highly doubted it.
My eyes slid closed as I listened to Levi shift. His knees pushed beneath mine, kneeling between my spread legs. One moment I was flat on my back; the next Levi jerked me up his legs, planting my rearon his bent thighs and positioning me perfectly for his heavy surge inside my body. A scream ripped through my lungs.
I was wet, but I was also not that far from a virgin. The tight fit had sweat breaking out on my forehead. Thank God Levi simply settled as deep as he could possibly go, then stopped. No thrusting, no withdrawal, just long minutes where my body adjusted to the thick width of hisinvading erection. The hard flick of his fingers against my softening nipples reminded me to breathe. When I sucked in air, he rewarded me by rolling the tender tips between thumb and forefinger, one at a time, bringing them back to rigid awareness.
Hunger flickered back to life inside me.
It was the palm on my lower belly that held my attention, though. Levi pressed, the weight forcing anyspace inside me to disappear, making the tight fit of my body around his even tighter. I was full—overfull. Overwhelmed.
My hunger surged higher, strangling me.
I arched into his touch, the move pressing my clit against the thatch of hair above his cock. Tingles shot through me once more. “Levi?”
As if that was the signal he needed, he pulled back—so, so slowly, the bastard. A quick surge inside,hard enough to mash my clit against his pelvis and draw out a whimper of need, and then he was retreating again, torturously slow. His rhythm took over my world, every bit of awareness centered on the wet glide of his cock and the aching press of his pelvic bone and the hard tugs and rolls and pinches on my nipples. Nothing else mattered; nothing else existed. All that I was and all I wouldever be was wrapped up in this man’s body, his actions, his heat. I lost myself in him just like I’d feared, the anticipation building and building and building until I couldn’t stop begging for relief, until my words became screams of frustration and desperation and overwhelming desire…
Until he leaned over to kiss me, ground so tight and hard into my body that we truly became one, and my worlddetonated into oblivion.
