Page 36 of The Silence Lies

He’s so close to my lips that I’m anticipating them, eagerly, desperately. What the hell am I doing? Have I suppressed my emotions for that long that I just want to feel something now? Anything…

“Sera—”

Snap.

“Kiss me!” I gasp.

Levi obeys. He’s swift with his actions, sliding his lips across mine, slowly nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth.

When the second whimper comes, he wastes no time in swallowing it. He’s greedy with his kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, his lips demanding in their pressure. I let him take the lead, certain that he would make me if I didn’t. The kiss is deep, erotic in a way I’ve never been kissed before. It has the deepest parts of me awakening because Levi seems to know how to move against me, how I like to be kissed.

I can already feel how hard he is as he presses against me. His lips start touring down my neck, kissing towards my shoulder. We’re a heaving mess, and I have no doubt that Giovanni can hear everything.

Damn, why does he have to be such a good kisser? It would definitely make all this easier if he wasn’t, but somehow I know there’s no coming back from this.

Levi’s kisses move lower, down the center of the dress that dips to my navel. “What are you doing?” I hiss, but it’s more of a hush.

“As your second in command it’s my duty to ensure you have everything you need.” He looks up at me from where he’s kneeling, and something about the sight of a man as attractive as Levi on his knees for me does something to my insides. I’m instantly hot for him, definitely turned on to the point where I can feel my panties dampening by the second.

He hikes my leg over his shoulder, drawing the dress up my thighs. “Let me take care of you.”

I gulp audibly. Feeling his hot breath so close to the junction between my legs has me gasping with anticipation. Levi is still looking up at me, those dark deviant eyes silently waiting for my consent. Though, I’m not sure he needs it.

All I can manage is a sheepish nod of my head because through the haze of this moment, the lust suffocating me, I know I want it.

With delicate movements, he moves my underwear to the side. His eyes stay on mine until the very last moment, and then he draws his tongue along my slit; one, long, languid stroke that has my hips bucking, and my hand slamming over my mouth.

I can’t let anyone hear me. I can’t allow anyone to know what we’re doing.

But Levi is making it so damn difficult.

“Fuck! Your pussy tastes better than I imagined.”

My cheeks heat up under his words, my whole body is alive as Levi teases my clit. It’s soft and sensual at first, but he’s soon picking up on my tells, on what I like. He slides his tongue between my folds, lapping me up and tongue fucking me.

I writhe beneath him, beneath the pleasure. My breaths expel so loudly there’s no mistaking what’s going on behind these curtains. I’d have to be dead not to react this way because just like I thought, Levi has a talented mouth.

He sucks on my clit, sliding one hand up my thigh. I feel his fingers dig into my flesh, and I’m so high off the pleasure that I might tip at any point. Higher and higher, Levi’s hand slides up until he’s grabbing my ass and pressing me closer to his face. I’m pretty sure I could be suffocating him, but his rhythm never falters.

I’m closer than ever, riding on the edge of my climax. It’s ready to unfurl, like a ball of yarn on fire, and I don’t care who catches flames because this is the best I’ve felt in months. Years in fact.

It only takes two fingers to make me fall apart, and he slides them into my entrance just once for it to be enough.

I bite down on my hand as the sensations rock through me, my hips gyrating against Levi’s face. I can already hear my breaths filling the stall, my muffled whimpers piercing the silence. There’s no way Giovanni doesn’t know what we’re doing now.

The wave of euphoria sweeps me away, a current I can’t fight, nor do I want to. I could forever float away in this feeling, because I have never had an orgasm like this before. Nothing as earth shattering as this.

I don’t know when I do it, but it’s not until Levi clutches my face that I open my eyes, realizing I’ve had them shut for the longest time.

“Sera?” he frowns.

Before I can stop it, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I don’t know why or what for. It feels close to relief, happiness even, but I can’t make head nor tail of what just happened, or how I feel.

“I’m good,” I pant, nodding at the same time. “I’m good.”

I meet his dark gaze, noticing him rearranging himself in his slacks. He’s still looking at me with what I can tell it’s doubt in his eyes. The only thing I can’t make out is if it’s for me or him.

He pulls out his pocket square, dabbing his mouth. Then he kisses me on my cheek, licking my tear away. “Buy the dress, Bianchi.”

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