Page 64 of The Forbidden Villain
Earth-shattering because my knees grow weak just at the thought of it.
“Ask for it, Lavender,” he whispers against my lips, the touch increasing the newfound hunger demanding to be fed, and I grasp his shirt and shift closer to him, a moan escaping me at the contact with his erection.
“I can’t.”
Speaking about my emotions is a weakness that will get me in trouble.
This is wrong. So, so wrong.
Why does it feel so right then?
He chooses this moment to drive harder and I almost see stars when he abandons my breast, his arm circling my waist, and he hikes me up until both of my legs are wrapped around him.
We both groan at the action, and he repeats, “Ask for it, Lavender.”
This request unlocks the restraints around my disturbed mind and my emotions pour to the surface, no longer satisfied to be contained. “Kiss me, Levi.”
At once he covers my mouth with his, locking us in a passionate and desperate kiss as his tongue enters me and roams inside, seeking mine, and when they finally touch we both moan and he slams me hard against the glass.
It’s like we’re having a different kind of conversation altogether as each lick seems to conquer the newfound territory and warning everyone in advance to stay away.
The deep and addicting strokes show me in all its glory that no matter how much I would try in the future, I’d never be ableto run away from this connection, for Levi placed invisible silks over me, keeping me forever chained to him.
I might have kissed only a few people in my life and it has been more than a decade ago, still I recognize that Levi is a phenomenal kisser because he owns your mouth and dominates it in ways that makes you feel as if you’re the most precious thing to him.
The confident and feverish strokes consume me and trap me in the prison of his creation where he’s the absolute ruler.
The idea of other women experiencing what it is like to kiss him fuels my blood with irrational fury and without thinking, I bite on his tongue and our mouths separate as we breathe heavily.
My eyes widen at the sight of blood on his lips trickling down his chin as he winces a little, although amusement flashes in his gaze, charging the energy around us with longing and thirst.
I want to bite him once again even though my thighs clamp around him, not wanting to let him go as his cock continues to dig into me. I think I can come just from kissing and grinding on him alone, and this angers me too.
Why does he have to be so…virile and male?
“Moy cvetochekhas sharp thorns.” He kisses me again, swallowing back all my protests, and the metallic taste of his blood fills my mouth.
I know I should feel ashamed, yet a new kind of thrill zips all over me because it leaves traces of me in him.
If this doesn’t say I’m fucked in the head I don’t know what does.
Our mouths continue to engage in a blissful dance as he spins around and takes several steps to the side until he settles me on the table, our lips still locked together while my nails dig into his nape, scraping and cutting his skin, and it earns me a hiss followed by a chuckle. “Ah,moy cvetochek. Leaving yourmarks on me already?” He leans back, placing both of his hands on either side of me, and rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt that show his muscular forearms and the V of his neck.
The idea of putting my own marks on this magnificent man leaves me breathless because right now he seems like a devil who came straight from hell to drag me to his hell where he can do all sorts of forbidden things to me.
Everyone would know he belongs to me, that this body is mine and no one else has a right to touch or yearn for it.
I shake my head because such thoughts are dangerous. Too dangerous.
“There is no need,moy cvetochek.” He sways forward and my core spasms when my eyes land on his erection. What would it be like to have something this thick inside me? I’d probably feel him for days, the inexperienced virgin that I am. “I’m all yours.” He lifts the hem of my dress up, up, up until I feel the cold wood against my bare skin and and he grunts when he sees my thong. “Look at you all hot and wet for your man.” He places his whole hand on me, the heel of his palm pressing into my clit, and he glides his middle finger through my folds, flicking my panties to the side. He squeezes me hard, my nails digging into his nape as I bite on my lip, instant heat surrounding me at the foreign touch. “This belongs only to me, Lavender. I do not share. Ever. Any man who thinks otherwise won’t live long enough to regret it.” He grazes his teeth over my shoulder, traveling to my neck, where he draws my skin between his teeth right before trapping my mouth in a kiss just as he enters me with his finger, my core burning from such an unfamiliar invasion.
I moan into the kiss, tipping my head up as our tongues engage in a passionate duel all the while his finger explores, stretching me around the digit right as his thumb brushes over my clit.
Without thinking, I put my hand over his, stilling his movements, and tear my mouth away, my fingers gripping his shoulders so hard I probably leave marks on him. “Levi.” He slowly pulls his hand back, skimming his fingers over me before he pinches my clit, and my hips move upward, seeking his touch.
“That’s right,moy cvetochek.” He kisses the underside of my chin. “Only I can make you feel this good. No one else.”
My gasp echoes in the room when he sends me flying on my back and pulls the skirt of my dress higher, exposing my legs and sodden panties to his view, and my cheeks heat, while shyness along with desire sweep through me, making me want to cross my legs and hide under his intense stare, but he doesn’t let me.
