briefest moment to rip the silky nightie I’m wearing to the waist, exposing my breasts.
He groans, eyeing them, then dips his head down and closes his hungry mouth over one, sucking it into his mouth, dragging my nipple out with his teeth as I arch my back and push myself against the hard length of his cock.
I need him. I need him inside me.
“Lev.” I reach for the buckle of his belt and open it.
He shoves my hands away as he pushes me backward to give equal attention to my other breast. His teeth are harder on my nipple than they were a moment ago, and it feels good.
I need to come.
I need him inside me, and I need to come.
“Kat.” He moans against my mouth when he kisses me again. Pushing my nightie up, he rips my panties in his haste to get rid of them.
Then he bends his head to taste me.
“Fuck. I missed this. I missed this so fucking much.”
I pant, wanting his mouth on me, wanting him to suck my clit hard and make me come, but I want him inside me more. I slide my hand into the waistband of his jeans and tug him closer, feeling the rock-hard muscles of his abdomen as I do.
He kisses me, pushing my clumsy hands away, then undoes his jeans, and shoves them and his briefs down.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he starts, and I watch him fist his cock. He wants this. I see it. Feel it. He’s as desperate for this as I am.
“I need you to. I need you to fuck me hard, Lev. I need to know I’m yours again.”
He stops, looks at me like he’s confused, then cups the back of my head with one hand and brings my mouth to his, kissing me as he guides his cock to my entrance.
“When did you think you weren’t mine?” he asks, pushing into me, tentative at first, like the kiss, but I can feel the frenzy just behind that caution.
“Whatever gave you the impression you weren’t mine?” He thrusts hard.
I gasp when his body is flush against mine, his cock buried deep inside me. It hurts. It’s been so long, too long, but this is exactly what I need.
“Show me,” I tell him. “Show me I’m yours.”
“Fuck, Kat.” He groans against my mouth, moving inside me, fucking me, but I know he’s still holding back.
“Hard, Lev. I need it. I need you to be like you were. No more kid gloves.”
He stops, then cups my face. His hair sticks to his forehead, and his eyes burn black. His fingers are rough against my cheeks. He nods once, and one hand slides to the back of my head, and when he tugs my hair, I make a sound, a grunt as he forces my head backward and kisses my throat, then shifts one hand to my shoulder, bracing me as he drives into me with urgent, short breaths, his burning eyes never leaving mine.
When I come, I come hard.
He pulls my hair, and I cry out. He thrusts one final time with an animal sound, and when he stills, I feel him pulsate inside me, and we watch each other like this. Here but not here. Together as we pant and come, and when it’s over, I’m spent. Limp. We both are as we lie against the table, catching our breath, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my cheek.
“Never doubt that you’re mine,” he croaks like they’re all the words he can manage. “You will always be mine.”
When I wake the next morning, it’s to find Lev leaning up on one elbow smiling down at me and pushing hair back from my face.
I’m groggy as I meet his smile with my own.
“How did we get upstairs?”
“You don’t remember?” he asks, raising his eyebrows and sliding his fingertips over the length of my bare shoulder.
But then it comes back to me, and a blush burns my cheeks as I recall what we did when we got upstairs.
“There you go.” He sits up, and I do the same, tucking the blanket over myself.
“What time is it? Why hasn’t Josh come barreling in here?”
“It’s ten, and I think Gleb’s keeping him busy.”
I turn to Lev, my face serious again as I study him. No cuts or bruises. But I remember the question from last night that he never answered.
“What did you do, Lev? Where did you go? I need you to tell me.”
He gets up out of