Page 61 of The Silence Lies

“Maybe,” I chuckle under my breath before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips and pulling her arm away. With both hands gripping her thighs, I pull her up onto my lap.

She yelps in surprise, her arms wrapping around my neck as I move to stand up. “Where are we going?”

I move us out of the room. “We’re not doing this here. Donna Bianchi deserves to be fucked in private.”

She laughs at my words, throwing her head back. In this moment, she looks so carefree, so liberated from the decisions and drama that have been weighing her down. For once, it’s just us, two people about to enjoy one another.

I take the stairs as quickly and steadily as I can. I’m not about to fuck this up and I certainly don’t want someone to walk in on us. I’ve waited for what feels like forever to have Sera, and now’s my chance.

Kicking her door closed, I drop her onto the bed. Her hair splays out around her head like a chocolate halo. Her top has risen from the impact and my eyes are instantly drawn to her lithe body, where her shorts dip over her toned stomach, clinging to her hips and begging for my tongue.

I get on my knees before her. Like the queen she is, I’m about to do as I said and worship her. I lift one of her legs, running my tongue down her calf and toward her thigh. She writhes under the assault, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her body.

As I make my way to her center with gentle kisses, I can practically taste her need, her desperation hanging thick in the air around us. I remember all too well how she fell apart in the dressing room; it’s an image I go to bed with while I stroke my cock. Finally, I’m getting another taste, and I don’t think the mere memory is going to be enough to sustain me after this. I fear once I sink myself into her, I’m not going to want anything or anyone else ever again.

Sera shivers as I slide down her shorts and panties, anticipation making me salivate. She’s already wet for me, her center glistening with need.

I lean forward and run my tongue along her slit, tasting and devouring her like a man starved. She gasps at the contact, a mewl leaving her lips that spurs me into action. I hook her legs over my shoulders, and with one languid stroke, I taste her again.

I’m teasing, I know. With the way she bucks her hips trying to get more than a couple seconds of contact, I’d say it’s working. Kissing my way around her pussy, I feel her heels dig into my back. I chuckle against her, sending the vibration straight to where I want it.

“Levi,” she moans impatiently.

“What’s the matter, beautiful?”

“Please,” she begs.

“Please what?” I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, drawing out a gasp from Sera.

She lifts her head to stare down at me between her legs. “Please fuck me.”

I chuckle again. “Patience, beautiful.”

“I… don’t… have,” she moans again when I suction my mouth to her clit, sliding my tongue between her folds.

“Please!”

I shake my head, working her up to the point where she’s shuddering with anticipation. I slide a finger into her, hitting her sweet spot.

“That feels so good,” she rasps.

Before she can revel in the sensations, I withdraw my hand.

“Levi,” she whimpers. “Please.”

I crawl over her body, tugging her shirt up to expose her delicious tits. I lap my tongue over her skin, her flushed chest heaving.

She lets out another gorgeous gasp when I free her tits from her bra, her nipples sharpening into peaks as I flick them with my tongue.

“This needs to go,” I say, pushing her shirt up.

She complies with a smile, allowing me to help her shimmy out of it before I go back to devouring her tits. Getting Serafina naked beneath me is suddenly overwhelming. Her toned stomach, the curve of her hips; she’s fucking perfection and I’m beginning to feel inadequate next to her. I know I shouldn’t, but when you’ve been wanting something for so long, it’s only natural, right?

“Levi,” she whispers, running her hands through my hair.

I lock eyes with her. For just a second, I see the same vulnerability reflecting in her eyes. I know what she went through years ago. I know she hasn’t shared herself with anyone else since Luciano due to the fear of history repeating itself. She doesn’t need to say anything because I can see it in front of me.

She worries her lip, and I realize I’ve been staring at her for way too long. So I kiss her long and hard, slowly grinding my bare cock against her soaked pussy.

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