something so little can turn me into a wanton mess.
Levi isn’t someone I should be involved with, but my body doesn’t understand that.
All I can feel is the thrill and the desire for more.
I want more.
I want everything.
And that’s disturbingly similar to how Levi thinks.
Maybe I’ve become the devil king myself.
He lowers me to the sofa and yanks down his boxer briefs. I pull the T-shirt over my head and toss it behind me so we’re skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
My nails dig into his chest, drawing long red marks. Like he left his own marks all over my neck, collarbone, and breasts.
He hisses in pain, but his eyes gleam with undisclosed lust.
“You do like a bit of pleasure with your pain, princess.” He smiles, his sinful lips hovering over mine.
“So do you, Lev.” I drag my nails down his back this time, ripping a groan from him.
“Sure do.” He smirks and my heart skips a beat.
It’s not even funny how gorgeous he is.
His fingers trail down my stomach to my wet folds, leaving scorching tingles in their wake.
He teases my clit until I’m bucking against his hand, begging for more.
The building starts at my core and spreads all over my skin. Just when I’m about to come, he replaces his fingers with his cock, thrusting inside me in one go.
“Oh, God.”
“Not quite.” His lips curve as his face turns feral with lust and something else I can’t place.
I hold onto his neck as he sucks the tender skin of my breast. Is there even a place he’s left unmarked?
He sits up and pulls me into him so I’m straddling his lap. The depth of this position makes me feel him everywhere.
In my body.
In my air.
In my freaking soul.
His lips find mine and he kisses me hard and wild and totally out of control as he picks up his pace. His thrusts are hard and unyielding like he wants to engrave himself deep within my soul.
He hits a pleasurable spot inside of me and something in me shatters.
We’re skin to skin.
Heart to heart.
There isn’t a piece of me that he doesn’t own at this moment.
I come with a hoarse scream.
As I fall from the wave, I realise something is so utterly wrong.
He didn’t use a condom.
I push at his chest as he picks up his pace, but I can’t find the words to tell him to pull out.
Oh. God.
How the hell could I forget about that?
“Pull…” I finally breathe, coming down from my orgasm halo.
His eyes darken as he pounds into me harder and faster with his hands threaded into my hair.
“Levi…” I fight the pleasure building inside me and igniting every nerve ending. “I’m not on the shot or anything.”
I didn’t think I’d need that considering I was a virgin, but I seriously should’ve thought about it.
As if I put an idea in his head, Levi’s lips quirk up in that contemplative smirk that only means trouble. He doesn’t make a move to pull out. If anything, his pace becomes so wild, it’s impossible to keep up.
His back turns rigid, and panic grips me like a vice.
“Please… please…” I beg, tears blurring my vision.
His hand shoots up to wrap around my neck, firm enough to keep me in place. “Is having kids with me so fucking sad?”
I shake my head frantically, but due to his hold, I can’t move much. “It’s not that… I don’t want to be another version of my mum… I d-don’t… Levi… Please…”
His hold falters from around my neck and just when I think he’ll come inside me, he pulls out. “Next time, I’m coming inside you.”
Next time, I’ll be on the shot.
Harsh breaths leave me with gratitude. Levi doesn’t listen to orders or requests, but he pulled out for me.
His brows are still drawn together as he grabs his hard, throbbing cock in a fist as if he’s mad at it.
I scramble to my knees between his legs. My hand covers his hand and I lick my lips. “Let me.”
He tilts his head to the side. “Why?”
“Because I want to.”
After a beat of watching me, he lets go. I take him in my hand, rubbing his length up and down.
He sucks in a breath. “Fuck, Astrid.”
“Tell me what to do.” I’ve never done this before, but I want to do it right for him.
“I need your mouth on it, princess.”
Holy shit. Why are those words such a turn on?
Tentatively, I lick the pre-cum dripping from his crown. That makes him groan, his eyes