Page 65 of The Forbidden Villain
“No. Don’t hide from me. You’re mine.” His softly spoken command freezes me, trepidation enveloping me, and my hands settle on the cold wood when he rips my panties away, leaving me completely bare. The AC nips at my skin, although it does very little to bring relief to the inferno blazing in me.
Levi hisses through his teeth, settling his hands on my hips and gripping them hard. “Moy cvetochek,” he says, opening my legs wider until he hooks my heels on the edge of the table, creating more space for himself. He skims his palms inside my thighs, his touch burning me and intensifying the ache. “Poor little thing,” He brushes his thumb over my clit, making me arch my back, and then drags his fingers over my wetness, my core clenching under the touch while the desire in the pit of my stomach grows, the fire spreading through me in such hot waves that I think my skin is going to burst. “Do you want me to kiss it all better, Lavender?”
“Levi,” I whisper, barely recognizing my hoarse and needy voice as tremors rush through me and awaken every hair on mybody. Goose bumps pop all over my skin under his hot stare as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s every laid eyes on.
And even though I know it’s a lie, this knowledge and fantasy washes away any embarrassment, leaving only the carnal cravings between us, and I find the courage to reply. “Yes, please.”
He nips on the inside of my thigh, moving upward until his hot breath fans my core and he rubs his stubble over my flesh, earning himself a moan only to skim his lips to my other thigh and repeat the action.
He continues to kiss, bite, and nibble on my skin, driving me insane while ignoring the most aching part of me that begs for his attention. My breathing speeds up and I clench my legs around him, only to groan in frustration when he shoulders my thighs apart and settles between them. “Levi!”
He rubs his chin over my wetness again, giving me a light kiss that sends tickling sensations all over me, and for a second the air sticks in my lungs only to be replaced with a need so strong it consumes me. “Yes,moy cvetochek?” He skims his palms over my ass, lifting me up as he continues to leave small kisses on me, and each brush of his lips increases the hunger. “What do you want?”
Is he serious right now?
“Kiss it all better,” I reply, biting on my lip to hold back a sob when he does. A peck, then he goes back to sucking the inside of my thigh, and it’s so harsh I know he’ll leave marks on my skin, and I feel a thrill at the thought.
I would love to see the reflection of his desire of me, so when I look in the mirror it would be his pleasure I’d think about. My focus won’t be on the scars that remind me about the hideous creature who inflicted them.
“I just did,moy cvetochek.” My fingers thread in his hair, trying to guid him toward my throbbing center, and a moanescapes me when he brushes his lips against my clit, thousands of electric volts charging through me. “Or is there something else you want me to do?”
I huff in frustration. The damn handsome devil knows very well what he’s doing to me and my hold on his hair tightens, tugging on it, but his hands keep my hips firmly in place. “Tell me,moy cvetochek. Your wish is my command.” He licks me from bottom to my clit before biting on my flesh, and heat seems to envelop me whole as my hips start to move toward him, chasing him, but he takes his mouth away once again, dropping a soft mocking kiss that only adds fuel to my need. “Tell me.”
Too far gone to think straight, I circle my legs around him, my heels digging into his back as I expose myself to his view more. Yanking on his hair, I whisper with all the courage I possess, “I want…I want…” I swallow at the possessiveness shining in his eyes and his fingers dig deeper into my ass. The idea of voicing my wish makes me nervous, but the idea of never experiencing it scares me even more.
So holding his gaze, I don’t shy away, and instead I embrace it because, just for tonight, I’ll let myself explore all my cravings. “I want you to fuck me with you tongue, Levi.”
He covers me with his mouth, his tongue sliding up and down my lips before delving between my folds and entering me, my back arching. I cry out, allowing for the fire to glide through my veins as desire injects into every cell in my body.
He dives farther, twirling it around before pulling back only to thrust inside again, holding me still in his grip, and his fingers cut harshly into my ass, the mixture of pain and pleasure making me whimper and groan as he continues to deliver this sweet torture on me.
I tug on his hair so hard, I’m surprised I don’t rip it when he enters me deeper, my core stretching around him as he placesmy hips back on the cold wood, spreading me wider for his onslaught.
He slowly drags his tongue back, skimming it upward, licking up my wet folds on the way, and traps my clit between his teeth, biting on it before licking and sucking. My heel digs into his back, and I moan, “Levi, please.” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. All I know is that there is this weird tension and pressure rising inside me that threatens to smolder everything in its wake unless he does something to extinguish it. “No, no.” I pant in despair when he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit and then drags his mouth downward, biting on my flesh before nudging inside me, driving me insane with each twirl.
My toes curl and I scrape at his scalp as I start to slowly move in sync with his rhythm, grinding on him, so many sensations wrapping around me at once, breaking goose bumps on my skin and setting it aflame.
I really hate my dress right now, wishing to remove the offensive fabric. My breathing speeds up and my hold on him tightens. If he just continues to thrust into me, I might…
“No.”
I whimper in frustration, pulling at his hair when he once again slides his tongue upward, continuing to feast on my flesh, but the emptiness is short-lived. He enters a finger into me, the action igniting the already blazing lust in me, and the sweet bubble within me grows and grows, ready to burst at any moment.
If he just puts a little more pressure…
He nips on my clit, drawing it into his mouth as another finger enters me, the thrusts slow and deep, perspiration breaking on my skin and bringing me closer to the brink while scorching heat cascades all over me, toward the pleasure I’ve only heard about.
This torture is unbearable, I’m teetering on the edge, ready to jump only to be pulled back and simmer in anticipation while lust slams into me from every direction, insisting to do something before it ends too soon.
“Levi, please,” I repeat, biting on my lip and moaning when he delivers a long lick to my folds as his fingers continue to move inside me, pushing farther and farther, forcing my hips to move forward to get the necessarily friction.
“What do you want, Lavender?” he asks just as he replaces his fingers with his tongue again, and my core instantly contracts around him, the action almost too much for my sensitive center. “Like I said, my wish is your command.”
The edge and harshens in his voice is the only indicator that all this is affecting him the same way it does me, and I understand right away.
Levi is giving me control.
He won’t do anything until I give him permission or voice my wish. He gives the illusion of calling the shots even if he’s the only one who knows what he’s doing here.
