Page 106 of Never Die for a Sinner
I feel like I ran into an electric fence nipples first, with the energy radiating through me.
The ride here was quiet. Tense, even. Levi seemed lost in his thoughts, so I decided not to prod him. I wasn’t even sure he was going to bring me home and fuck me, though I can’t lie and say I haven’t been thinking about it.
It’s like he came into my life and screwed up my libido. Before, I was content, focusing on surviving. Sex wasn’t even on my radar. Now, all I’ve been able to think about tonight is how to get his hands on me again.
I’ve found that when he’s touching me, I forget the outside world. I forget about my problems, the financial pit I’ve fallen into. My grandmother’s looming cancer diagnosis. Whoever is after us. All of it dissipates, and for a few brief shining moments, euphoria takes its place.
Honestly? It’s not even the mind-blowing orgasms.
Okay, it’s notallthe mind-blowing orgasms. It’s something deeper. The desire to feel craved. Wanted.
Knowing thatthisman wants me so much, he was willing to create a contract so he could fuck me. I actually want him bad enough that my blood feels like it’s laced with fire. My inner thighs are slick with need, and there’s a dull throb radiating through my core when we make our way inside the mansion and up to the second story, where our rooms are.
The sounds of his heavy boots on the carpeted hardwood floor underneath us seem to mimic the sound of my heart, beating loudly against the inside of my ribcage.
He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s stolen my breath with the simple touch of his hand on my lower back when he leads me down the hall.
He pauses at my door, and both of us turn, stopping when the other opens their mouth to say something. His eyes flash,roaming over my body, and just like that, my morals take a swan dive out the window.
I throw myself at him, lips landing against his. I didn’t expect him to catch me and haul me up against him, but his arms lock around me, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist. He groans into my mouth, and his tongue slips against mine, teasing. Tempting.
He’s only really kissed me one time, but it’s all I’ve been able to think about since. The taste of him on my tongue, the brush of his stubble against my skin. The dizzying haze Levi Cross seems to create in my brain.
Levi kisses with everything he has. Somehow . . . I still need more.
“Please,” I breathe against his lips. His hands knead the bare flesh of my hips, under the flowy material of my sundress. I want him to rip it off me, push me down into the mattress, and make me his good girl. In fact, I’m craving it.
“Fuck,” he grits when I grind against the length of him resting heavily against me. It’s not enough. The tightening of his fingers on my ass tells me he feels the same way.
He hauls me inside his room, not bothering to put me down when he shuts the door behind us. My hands roam over him, lips finding his pulse racing in the side of his throat, and I ignore the pang of something deeper, kissing there instead. My lips trail over the stubble of his jaw, nipping and sucking a path back down his skin.
“What’s gotten into you today, baby girl?” he rasps, placing me on top of his dresser, just inside the door. He fists my hair, his other hand sliding between us to palm my breast through my dress. I bite my lip against the moan that threatens to slip free, needing him closer.
My hands instantly go for the button of his jeans, and he lets me, hissing out a breath through his teeth when I manage to slip my hand inside and fist his cock.
“I want you,” I breathe, my voice breathless as I stroke him. His hand in my hair tightens painfully, dragging my face back to look at him. There’s something dark in his gaze, but I can’t place what the feeling is.
“You want me to fuck you, Ava?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. His gaze follows the movement, and for a split second, he looks torn. “Please? This is why we’re here, isn’t it?”
Like a whip cracking, his demeanor changes. He’s no longer gentle and sweet, but demanding and rough, just like I need him.
In a flash, he drags me off the dresser, spinning me around to the bed. He pushes me over the side and hauls my hips back when I fall forward.
I can feel his hardness pressing against my rear, teasing me when he slips his hands under the hem of my sundress and raises it over my hips. I shiver in the night air, but seconds later, when I feel his fingers sliding over the soaking wet material of my thong, I don’t much care.
“Mmm . . .” he hums, and the sound goes straight between my legs. “Soaking wet, Ava. Is this for me?”
“Y-yes,” I breathe, arching my back when he moves my panties to the side and slips his fingers through my folds.
“Tell me what you want, Ava.”
My cheeks flame, but I know I’ll never get what I want if I don’t tell him.
“Fuck me,” I beg, my fingers digging into the thick comforter of his bed. “Please.”
“Whatever you want, baby girl.”
