Page 60 of The Silence Lies

And don’t I know it.

I tilt my head, smirking at the way she molds against my body. She can be as stubborn as she wants, but there’s no way she can ignore the attraction between us. I cup her cheek, threading my fingers through her hair. “There are some things I can control,” I whisper, nipping her bottom lip.

She lets out a yelp stifled with a moan, her eyes closing as I grind my hardness up into her.

“Levi,” she gasps when my lips descend along her neck. She’s trying to protest, but with the way she moves her head sideways to give me more room, I know she doesn’t mean it.

I lick a line along the column of her neck, her body shivering in my arms.

“Stop distracting me,” she pants.

“Somewhere you gotta be, Bianchi?” I dot kisses along her jawline, noticing the way her eyelashes flutter. Every time we’re this close, I notice something new, something more intimate about her that I’ve never seen before.

There’s reluctance in the way she relishes pleasure. It’s a battle she’ll constantly lose around me because she deserves to feel good. She deserves to be worshiped and revered. She’s a fucking queen, and deserves to be treated as one.

I run my hand up her bare thigh, savoring the softness of her skin. She doesn’t stop me. If anything, she spurs me on with her blissful moans while I devour her with delicate kisses.

I’m so hard beneath her, though. The strain of my dick against my slacks makes this position awkwardly unbearable. If it were any other woman, I’d already be out the door. Not Bianchi, though. I could spend hours with her and not get bored. I could spend days in her presence, drowning in it. Call me obsessed—because I think I am—but I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this about anyone before.

“Levi,” she murmurs, digging her nails into my scalp.

“Yes, beautiful?”

“I—”

In one quick move, I have her underneath me, pinned against the couch cushions. Her chest heaves against mine, breathless and wanting. She tips her head up, brushing her nose against my own like a silent admission of what she truly wants.

But it’s not enough. I want her words. I want her reactions. I want her begging me to touch, begging so hard that she could fall apart at just my words.

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper. “Because if there’s a part of you that wants me to stop, say it now.”

Her lips are so close to mine. One gentle breath away from stealing a kiss, and I know she would let me. With the way her legs wrap around my waist, I know. But this right here, I need to hear.

“You know what I want,” she replies breathlessly.

Of course I know what she wants. “Tell me. I’m all yours.”

She grinds her hips upwards, my thickening cock pressing desperately against her.

“Cazzo,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.

“If it’s permission you’re seeking, that was it.”

My patience snaps. I slam my lips to hers without a second thought, our surroundings melting away from me as I lose myself with her. Finally getting a taste of Sera has been everything and more. I can’t get enough of her and being here, like this, makes it even more difficult to restrain myself. I don’t want to be that guy who seems to be after one thing; Sera means more to me than that, I just can’t seem to put what it is into words.

As if she can read my mind, her hands slide between us, reaching for my belt. “Ever since that moment in the dressing room, I’ve thought about this,” she admits.

I raise a brow, partly surprised, partly in awe. “Yeah?”

She nods, biting down on her lip, and damn if that isn’t sexy as hell. I lift up my hips, giving her more access until she’s stroking my cock inside my boxers.

I run my tongue along her bottom lip as she palms the length of my swollen cock. “Shit, Bianchi. If you keep doing that, we’re going to have a problem.”

“It’s about time I dealt with a problem I can handle.”

“Are you sure?” Because I won’t deny that as much as I want this, if she said no now, I’d stop.

“Are you questioning my authority?” she asks, quirking a brow while pumping my length.

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