Page 73 of Devious Corruption
He sighs, a soft sound full of approval just before a grunt of arousal. “Good girl.”
Slowly, he drags his hips back, nearly leaving me all together, but at the last moment, he plows forward and doesn’t relent.
He kisses me, bites my lip, licks the spot.
I’m lost in the feelings, the sensations that continue to bombard me. His fingers swirl around my clit, then press down through the hood onto my clit.
“Oh…oh…” I can’t get enough air.
My heart is racing, my lungs burn, and a thin sheen of sweat covers my skin. It’s too much but at the same time I want more, so much more. And when I think I’m going to go without, he shifts his hips, and I’m thrown again into a deep pit of sweet pleasureful pain.
“Fuck, baby.” He shifts again, twisting as he drives into me. “Fuck.”
He bites down on my shoulder.
“Fuck, so tight. So sweet.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth. “So good, so fucking good.”
“Lev…I’m...” Before I can even put the words in the right order my orgasm rips through me.
And I scream. I scream his name over and over again while I’m torn apart by the waves of pleasure.
“So good. So good.” He grunts as he thrusts into me, driving me through my release.
I’m panting and sweating and so lost in a fog of pleasure, my legs drop from around his waist.
“Open your legs, that’s it…that’s a good…oh fuck…yes. So good.” He throws his head back again, this time arching his back as he thrusts into me once, twice, then stills.
An animalistic roar fills the room as his own orgasm tears into him. His muscles strain. His fingers tighten around my wrists as he fills me.
Again.
Again, we didn’t use any protection. But my mind is too busy floating in the aftermath to do much other than acknowledge the fact.
Soft kisses pepper against my cheek and chin, then brush across my mouth.
“Are you all right? I was too rough.”
Lev is crooning over me like a wet nurse, wiping my cheek with his hand.
“I’m fine.” I sigh. So much better than fine. There isn’t a word created that can express how utterly satisfied I am at this moment.
“Stay put.” He orders, and again he slips from the bed and goes into the bathroom.
Maybe we should put a few towels in the nightstand, so he doesn’t have to keep running off.
No, what the hell am I thinking. This cannot become a habit; we have to stop. I roll off the bed, snatching up my clothing from the floor. I’m hopping into my jeanswhen Lev returns from the bathroom, washcloth in hand.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting dressed,” I say as I yank my shirt over my head.
“I told you to stay put.”
“Yes. I know.” I find my shoes, a pair of slides I wear for around the house and slip my feet into them. “But I have to make a few phone calls.”
“Who are you calling?”
I turn to face him as I rush my hands through my hair. “My brothers for starters. And then Vivienne. And then my boss.”
