Page 38 of Assassin's Mark
A chuckle drew my focus. “Now what was that thought?” Levi asked, leaning in. The rough press ofterry cloth against my aching nipples had me sucking in a sharp breath.
“Should I start calling you naughty bird, Abby? Is that what’s got your attention? Something naughty?”
Like I’d tell him. “What? No.” Modesty and the need for escape fought inside me, but all it took was the lift of a disbelieving eyebrow for escape to win. Letting go of the towel, I palmed Levi’s pecs and shoved. “Get offme!”
The push barely rocked his big frame. He stared down, implacable, unmovable, amusement creeping into his gray eyes. “Frustrated?”
“Yes,” I snapped. The man chuckled as I strained harder and harder, trying to push him away, to free myself from the need swirling like molten fire in my belly. I had to escape, to run, to hide, not let this, this…other…take me over. I wanted to—no,had to—fighthim, but the desire to feel him, to have him inside me again, was equally as strong.
And so much more tempting.
The knowledge only made my anger swell out of control. Levi’s sexy, self-satisfied smirk shattered the final tattered remnants of my self-restraint.
I leaned forward and bit down on the muscle along the ridge of his shoulder. He groaned, the sound guttural, rough with pain and somethingelse, something almost like…need. One big hand cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer; the other pushed between me and the wall to splay across the vulnerable small of my back in a blatant show of possession and control.
My bite gentled without my permission, turning into a desperate kiss that glided up the rough skin of his neck until I took his mouth with my own.
My decision. My kiss.My need roaring through me like an avalanche.
I rocked back on my heels. My hands went to Levi’s belt.
“That’s it, Abby.” Levi watched with hooded eyes as I tugged and fumbled and cursed. “That’s it; take what you want. Use me however you need to.”
Exactly what I planned to do.
Dropping to my knees was probably not what he’d expected, but he didn’t protest as I lowered his zipper and thenhis jeans and underwear. In the stark fluorescent light of the bathroom, every centimeter of Levi’s private skin was laid bare—the tight stretch across his stiff cock, the thick, pulsing vein underneath, the vulnerable trail of soft black hair from navel to pelvis. I leaned into that spot, nuzzled it, let my cheek rest there as I breathed in the scent of man and desire and power. My knees hurt, digginginto the ceramic beneath me. My hands trembled at the enormity of what I was about to do, what I’d chosen to do. And still I forced them to grasp the thick stalk and hold it steady for the swipe of my tongue across the wet tip.
Levi sucked in a startled breath—one short, sharp sound, so seemingly insignificant, and yet it changed everything between us in a single moment. Because here, on my knees,I was the one with the power.
I opened my mouth. Levi’s fingers tightened in my hair—to hold me back or force me forward, I wasn’t sure. I only knew which direction I wanted.
I leaned in.
“Abby.”
He was too big for my mouth, and yet, not. I opened wider, fed him in until his rigid penis fit in the hollow between my tongue and palate as if the space had been made to his exact measurements.When my lips closed around him, his erection kicked inside its moist confines.
I slid toward the tip. Back down.
Levi’s knees shook. “Abby.”
I sucked gently.
“Goddamn it, Abby.” Pain tingled through my scalp as his fingers tightened, but he didn’t stop me. Didn’t force me. Didn’t—
I drew back, sucking. Pushed forward. Did it again. Then again, a little faster.
Levi’s breath was a harsh raspin my ears, mingled with curses and groans and the occasional straining silence as he held the air in his lungs, anticipating my next move. I’d heard oral sex described, had listened in when Candy and Sarah and Renee discussed both the giving and receiving of it, but I could never have imagined the power of the act itself. The enormity of controlling another person with only your mouth and handsand breath. The sheer awe of reducing another human being to involuntary thrusts and groans and shaking as they pursued the pleasure only you could give them. Levi strained against me, chasing my tongue, my throat, and with every push, the power and the pleasure ballooned in my core until I thought I’d be the one climaxing in the cramped confines of the bathtub.
“Abby!”
Levi beat me to it.
My name sounded as if it had been ripped from his lungs. Levi’s beautiful body bowed toward me, shoving the tip of his erection to the back of my throat, and I felt the splash of his cum as I choked. A swallow forced them both down. Tears trickled from the corners of my eyes, washing the rigid lines of Levi’s tattoos and straining muscles with a watercolor brush as I watched, fascinated at the depthsof the pleasure I could bring him. Even when the pulses in my mouth stopped, he held me tight against him, breathing hard, softening on my tongue for long moments.
And then his eyes opened. I’d expected, I don’t know, something soft? Relaxed? Not Levi. The fire that blazed down at me tensed every muscle of my body. Even his grip in my hair couldn’t keep me from lurching back, away from the threatin those steely eyes.
“Your mouth is far too talented.”
