A Crown Of Smoke And Ash - Sloane Murphy Page 0,94

then glides through my lips like the sex Angel he is.

"You are mine, correct?"

That's an easy one although, technically, I'm his and also theirs so I'm not sure how to answer. I must take too long for mister impatient and he stops the wonderful attention he's giving my pussy, making me cry out.

"Hey! I was thinking," I say, inching closer to his mouth where that delectable tongue does wonders.

"That was an easy question, Angel, should have answered it without a thought," he tells me, cocking his head to the side and waiting for my answer.

"Yes, fuck. I'm yours but I'm also," again, I don't finish that sentence because Levi's tongue is fucking me like crazed animal. Thrusting and licking and flicking my clit. "Fuuuuck!"

It feels like heaven and torture, like everything and not enough.

"Next," he says wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes fixated only on me. "You will always keep yourself safe," he commands me, thrusting two fingers inside me, fucking me like he needs it as much as I do. My hips rise off of the bed needing more, searching out the pleasure only he can give me. He stills, and I know he's waiting for an answer.

"Yes! Omg yes!" I cry out because keeping myself safe is always a given.

His fingers continue fucking me, bringing me to the precipice of my orgasm, taking me to that place of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, then he stops.

I growl. An honest to god growl.

"What the fuck, Levi?"

"Pay attention," he says darkly, like the next question is a matter of life and death. And maybe it is. If I don't come, I will fucking die.

"You will do as I say so that I know you're safe."

His fingers drag down to my puckered hole, circling slowly, my juices the only lube, while fingers from his other hand thrust deep inside, curling and finding my sweet spot.

Then he stops all movements.

I'm a thrashing, screaming ball of nerves aching, burning for that fucking orgasm he won't give me.

"Oh, my fucking god, Levi. Please, please, please," I'm begging, and I have no shame. At all.

"Answer my question, Angel," he says dead calm like he's asking me to pass the salt.

"I can't do that," I cry out, inching myself closer, trying to fuck myself on his fingers since he won't do it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, no cheating, Remy or I'll have to punish you properly," he tells me, and that self-satisfied glint in his eye is back with a vengeance because he knows. He knows that I will say or do just about anything right now for that orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! I will obey," the word is like vinegar, and we both know damn well I won't be keeping that promise but it doesn't matter.

Lifting me up by my thighs, Levi brings my ass closer to his mouth and rims his tongue around my hole, two fingers fucking my pussy like he needs it as much as I do.

I roar with my climax, the pleasure so excruciating and beautiful at once I almost cry.

He rides out my orgasm with his leisurely ministrations, and once I'm left broken and mollified, he quickly rises to his feet and discards his pants and briefs. His cock juts out like a proud king, a warrior ready to plunder his battle rewards.

"I love your pussy, Angel. I love tasting it and eating it like it's a Christmas feast but most of all, I love fucking it until it makes you putty in my hands."

With those words, he smashes inside me, right to the hilt, waiting a half a second for me to adjust to the impressive size of him. When I look up at him, all I see is love and concern. I'm his world, and putting myself in danger makes him worry. It makes him ache. I can see it, now.

"I love you Remy. Everything I do, it's all for you. I gave up everything I knew for you, and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat."

And then he's moving inside me. Soft, leisurely movements filled with emotion. We are face to face, eye to eye, skin to skin. Our hearts are aligned, our souls dancing together in this waltz of love.

"I love you too, Levi, so much," I confess but he knows. He's always known.

"Then stay safe, please. For me," he begs, and those words undo me.

Without punishment but with sincerity, Levi succeeds in making me obey.

"I promise."

His thrusts become harder with my vow, deeper with