Page 52 of Never Die for a Sinner
He knows exactly what he’s doing, because he does it again, his gaze locked on mine.
“Give me your sounds, Ava. Don’t try to hide from me.”
Asshole. He doesn’t deserve them.
Bending down, his lips latch around my nipple and he sucks, drawing his tongue over the hardened peak. I arch into his mouth, the pleasure forcing me to bite back the desperate cry that threatens to break free.
He watches me under his lashes, nipping the hardened peak between his teeth before moving to the other side.
“These are perfect,” he grunts, almost like he’s pissed off about it.
At the same time, his lips latch around my other breast, his hand slides between us, gliding under the waistband of my leggings. His fingers cover my pussy, and he slips my thong to the side to drag his finger through my folds.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his lips breaking free. Looming over me in the dark, he slides that finger inside me, and I’m powerless to stop the quiet gasp that escapes.
Levi grins, slowly pumping that finger inside me.
“There she is. Let me hear you, baby girl.”
I shake my head, and his eyes light with a challenge. Sinking down, he presses kisses along my breasts and torso, stopping to run his tongue up my stomach before he moves even lower. I shiver under his touch, my body tightening around his finger slipping in and out of me. Wet sounds fill the air, and I know I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. It feels too good.
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously when he leans back, withdrawing his hand from my panties. He fists my leggings on either side of my hips and drags them down, completely exposing me to him.
His eyes light with fire when they slide over me, leaving a searing path in their wake.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathes, and I get the feeling he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Fuck, I’m going to ruin you.”
In a flash, he’s flipped me over until I’m on my stomach. Hiking me up by my bare hips, he drags my panties down around my knees before he pushes my shoulders down to arch my back.
Then he licks me from clit to ass, and I nearly jerk out of my body.
He groans in satisfaction, his hands tightening to near-bruising strength on my hips while I let out a startled sound.
“Easy now, little ghost,” he chuckles against my skin. He circles my entrance, teasing me, and all I can do is dig my nails into the dirt and take it.
My eyes flutter closed, his quiet growl enough to make my stomach dip.
He licks me like a man starved, dragging my hips back to meet the thrust of his tongue inside me. It feels so good that I can’t help but rock against his tongue. His lips seal around my clit, and I can’t silence the whimper that slips free.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts against me. In a flash, he throws me onto my back before he dives back between my folds. My head thuds back into the dirt, my back arching to get me closer to his mouth, and my skin hot, despite the cool night air.
He looks feral in this light. Like a monster come to rip me to shreds, and with the way his lips latch around my clit. He flutters his tongue, and I actually think that might be true.
No woman could survive Levi Cross. That’s what makes him the unobtainable. Especially not when he growls in satisfaction when my thighs tighten around his head. It’s too much. Too powerful.
“Please . . .” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, at this point. Mercy or an orgasm. Somehow, they seem like the same thing.
Levi slips a hand between us, his finger sliding back inside me. My body sucks him in greedily, betraying how badly I want this.
“Look at you,” Levi purrs. He curls his finger up before slipping it back out to add a second. “So wet and willing for me. Your pussy is begging for my cock, Ava. You feel that? Feel how wet you are? It’s dripping into my palm.”
My head falls to the side. I can’t look at him when he’s saying such dirty things to me. His mouth is filthy, and the fact that it only makes me want him more is shameful.
“Tell me, baby girl... why would you agree to give me free rein to play with this body without any rules? You knew I’d catch you.”
Because I’ve wanted it for months . . .
“Momentary lapse of judgement,” I breathe, and he chuckles, dipping his head back down. He licks and sucks my clit until I’m not sure if purgatory is my safeword or the world I must have fallen into in my jaunt through the woods.
