Page 92 of The Silence Lies

“You never lost me, Bianchi. You just took me by surprise.” I lift my hand to comb it through her long hair cascading down her shoulders. “And what pisses me off the most is you spoke to Luca about this before me.”

Sera’s head moves sadly. I don’t mean to be harsh or brash, but I need to be honest.

“It was a conversation that came out of nowhere,” she explains.

“I get it,” I say, leaning up to kiss her lips gently. “But I’m still allowed to be pissed about it.”

That small smile from before widens. I’ve always loved seeing Sera smile, and knowing my words have that effect on her makes me feel weightless.

“I promise, you’ll be the first to know everything,” she replies, kissing me sweetly.

I’m more than satisfied with her response, wasting no time in kissing her harder. Her lips press against mine, a soft whimper escaping her as I slide my hand to the base of her neck. It’s slow and intense, a flutter of heat and emotions warring with my own desire to get the last few days’ frustration out.

Sera must sense my need—that, and the fact I’m rock hard beneath her and she’s grinding on me like no tomorrow.

“So how does this work?” I ask, suppressing the urge to just strip her naked and fuck her raw.

“I don’t know. Whatever we’re comfortable with.”

“I’m not comfortable with any of it,” I sigh. “But I’m willing to try. Just don’t expect me to watch you get fucked by Luca. I draw the line there.”

Sera chuckles, the sound resonating deep within me. She strokes my face sweetly, the tenderness of her touch cementing my decision. It’s moments like these that I remember how much I care about her, how much I long to make her happy. If this is what will make her happy, I have to be willing to meet at least halfway. “It’s not about the sex, Levi. I like spending time with you both. You both make me feel something I haven’t felt in so long. I want to explore that.”

I nod in understanding. I get it. Sera’s past isn’t one she’ll forget anytime soon, and she’s doing what feels right to her now, to move on from that. I can’t fault her for being honest in what she wants.

“Then let’s make this work.”

Serafina

Our lips crash together in a heated, bruising kiss; one that consumes my soul and threatens to swallow every last molecule of air from my lungs. Levi wastes no time in unbuckling my pants. We’re a tangle of arms and frenetic energy as we strip ourselves of our clothes—or in his case, his towel— desperate for closeness. I’ve wanted this ever since I told him about Luca. I’ve realized how much I missed him in the days we’ve been apart because every guilt riddled thought drew us further away from one another.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Levi whispers to me as I straddle his thighs. His hands stroke delicate circles over my ass cheeks as he gazes up at me. The vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes has my core heating up further. I’m practically drenched from just looking at his solid chest and abs. I want to lick delicious lines over the droplets of water still beading over his thick neck.

Snaking my arms around his neck, I pull Levi’s chest flush with mine. “Fuck me, Levi.”

Without another word, Levi grips my ass and lifts me up, lining his hard cock up with my entrance. He teases me at first, sliding himself between my slick folds until my juices coat his thick length. It’s almost too much to bear, and I know Levi is torturing himself more than me.

“Fuck!” Levi groans, throwing his head back like he’s battling his own restraint.

An embarrassing whimper escapes me. “Please, Levi,” I pant, rocking with his body. I can’t take any more. Every fiber of me is on fire, needy for his touch, for this. I need Levi inside of me. I need his kisses, his soul-stealing lust.

I slide up once more, feeling the bulging head of his cock press against me, and in one smooth move, I drop to impale myself on his soaked cock.

We both groan out as the satisfaction of feeling so full pulls me deeper into my heady desire.

Levi’s hands grip my hips, pinching at the skin as he guides me back up. Every slide down his rigid cock is followed by a moan. The last time we did this, it was sensual and consuming. The last time I shared myself with Levi, was the first time I felt like myself. With Levi, I can be myself. I don’t need to put on a show of being the leader everyone sees. I can remove the mask, remove the cold exterior that demands me to set an example.

With Levi, I am me.

My breaths come out choppy and sharp as I lock eyes with him, our foreheads pressed together. The stare is intense, like I’m seeing a part of him he has been hiding. This is him, us, finally opening up to one another about what we want and understanding that it might be difficult, but we’re willing to try.

There’s no way I can choose between Levi and Luca. I might have only spent a short amount of time getting close to them, but there’s no denying they’ve each captured a piece of me that I don’t mind giving. I trust these men with my life, and they’ve proven just how loyal they are to me. But tonight isn’t about loyalty. It’s about Levi understanding I care about him just as much as I care about Luca. Tonight is about us just being us.

Hooking my hands on Levi’s shoulders, I throw my head back. The creeping heat of an orgasm edges closer already. My eagerness and desperation gets the better of me and I start riding him hard and fast, relishing the way he slides in and out of me.

Levi’s lips connect with my neck, his tongue running up the column as he guides me up and down with his hands on my ass. It’s hot, desperate and every part of me is on fire for him.

Faster and harder, I ride him as unfiltered adoration shines in Levi’s eyes. I know what I’m asking of him. I know that sharing me with someone else isn’t conventional. There doesn’t seem to be any amount of words that can explain how I feel, but this right here, is Levi attempting to understand.

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