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He emptied himself inside as I’d requested, then gently pulled out. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I gripped the railing for support as my legs felt too weak to carry my weight. His load dripped out of my ass, and my thighs brushed against each other in response to the sensation coursing through my blood.
I dropped to my knees, gazing down at the city sprawled beneath us, wondering what the hell Lev had done to me. I wasin awe of his skills—his ability to make me feel alive in different ways.
“Fuck,” I murmured, sitting on my heels, one hand bracing the railing, the other combing through my hair.
I looked up at him, speechless. Satisfied. But speechless. His expression was softer than before—way softer than before, meaning he enjoyed the anal sex as much as I did.
Lev leaned down and carried me in his arms without saying a word. It was almost like he read my mind because I was too weak to walk. It was the least he could do after destroying my ass anyway.
Quietly, he walked back into our bedroom without groaning or even flinching at my weight. I placed my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
I wasn’t sure what Lev and I were to each other outside the contract of marriage. I couldn’t find a name or the right term to describe our relationship. But whatever this was between the two of us, I believed it had the potential to be better.
Chapter 26 —Lev
She was sitting by the window with her head against the glass when I walked in, closing the door behind me. Her honey-blonde hair cascaded down her back, her milk-colored silk slip draped over her figure, with the thin straps secured on her shoulders.
My shoes scuffed against the floor, fingers loosening the tie around my neck. She looked so sexy in that dress, and I couldn’t help the heat spreading across my body.
I’d just returned from a meeting with some potential clients that ended up pissing me off. Coupled with Viktor’s betrayal that I’d yet to address, I wasn’t exactly in the best of moods today. All I needed was to ease my tension; I needed a distraction from the fact that my life was gradually falling apart.
What better distraction than the sumptuous meal sitting on the chair in front of me?
My cock twitched in my pants, and my eyes burned with fury and desire. In my head, the sex on the balcony wouldn’t stop playing on repeat. It was a constant reminder that we’d both crossed a line neither of us could come back from.
Not that we wanted to anyway.
It was clear that she could no longer resist me, and I had no intentions of holding back anymore. The feeling was mutual. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. So why torture ourselves?
Right now, I didn’t just want her. I needed her.
I took my jacket off, tossed it on the nearest couch, and strolled over to her. My tie sagged around my neck. My eyes were fixed on her body, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing in anticipation. I had no idea what I was going to do to her yet. But I was certain of what was about to happen in the next few seconds.
She turned around and met my gaze, a small smile lighting up her face. “Hi. You’re home early.”
I paused for a second, taking a moment to admire her beauty and the sparkle in her blue eyes. “I had a reason to leave early.”
Ravyn rose to her feet, her body shrouded beneath the fabric of her silk slip, the hem flowing at her feet. She closed the distance between us, her movement slow and reverent.
“How’d it go with the clients?” she asked, reaching for the tie, which was loose around my neck.
I watched her take the tie off, her manicured fingers undoing the buttons of my black shirt.
“The meeting was a bust,” I answered, eyes pinned on her.
“Well, it’s their loss. Not yours.” She glanced up at my face. “They just missed out on an opportunity of a lifetime.”
Somehow, her words felt more comforting than I expected. When her fingers massaged my shoulders, I noticed the tension easing from my body.
Damn, she was really good at making me feel good. Her massage skills were off the charts, and with each movement of her fingers, my muscles relaxed, as did my brain. I didn’t know she had such a hidden talent.
I closed my eyes, basking in the relief her hands offered. She undid all the buttons of my shirt—one at a time—then leaned in to kiss the nape of my neck. Her hands traversed my torso, and sooner than I could blink, she sent my shirt sliding off my body.
“You’re stressed out,” she whispered in my ear, palming my chest muscles. “Let me help you relax.”
The sound of her voice, low and seductive, ignited a flame within me. My cock swelled in my pants, and my heart skipped a beat. The plan was to claim her again tonight, ram her so harduntil she begged me to come. But it appeared she had something else planned out for me.
For the first time, she made the first move. She took the wheel, dictating how this would play out. Tonight, I wasn’t in control. She was.
