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“Do you feel our bond?” He touched my face, fingertips tracing my lips. “Don’t deny it. You know it, you feel it.”

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bear admitting what I felt. Everything was happening too fast. It was too surreal. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Levy narrowed his eyes. “Stubborn little kitty. Before this week’s end, I swear I’m going to make you admit that you love me too.”

I grabbed his hair and kissed him hard to silence his taunts. He grabbed my ass and started to pound me. I tore my mouth off him, gasping for air. Tendrils of fire burned inside me, licking my spine, singeing my every nerve tip. With a growl, Levy reclaimed my lips. He kissed me as viciously as he fucked me. I clung onto him, savouring the bittersweet surrender. He’d barely moved a dozen strokes when I was ambushed by a violent orgasm. I shouted a muffled scream as the climax wiped my mind blank. I dug my nails into his expensive suit, not caring if I ruined it. I begged him to stop as my body shook with tremors. And he did.

He watched me as I slowly ebbed back to reality. He was smiling the whole time, looking as if he got a kick from watching me come.

“Let’s go back to the ship and finish our business in privacy.”

“I don’t…”

“No argument. I need you as much as you need this.” Levy withdrew and zipped up while I was still semi-dazed from my explosive orgasm. I was so flushed, I must have looked like a woman who had gone without her medication this morning as Levy herded me through the ballroom and out to the front door.

Such a bodyguard I was.

Chapter Four

Levy kissed me as soon as we arrived at his stateroom. The doors weren’t even closed yet when he seized me with urgency and mauled my lips hungrily. His tongue stroked deep into the cavern of my mouth as he tightened his grip on my arms. I melted under his kiss. Melted like goo. My pussy throbbed with need. My nipples ached. My blood boiled as he burned my sanity to cinder.

When he finally stopped kissing me, I wanted to faint on the floor. Levy didn’t give me that chance. With one arm curled around my waist, he ripped my clothes until there wasn’t a single thread on my body. I was naked, except for the pair of stilettos I was wearing.

“Leave those on,” he said when I wanted to slip them off. “You look so beautiful in them.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was too horny. Typical male fantasy. Naked chick with high-heeled shoes. What was up with that?

He released his arm and ordered me to stay still. His eyes raked over my nakedness as if he was feasting over his conquest. He probably thought of me that way, his conquest, and after lusting after me for a few days, he’d finally gotten me naked and willing…

Then, he touched me.

Tenderly. The tip of his fingers seared my skin, delivering sparks of pleasure down my spine. I trembled, anticipating what he’d do next. We hadn’t talked much during the limo ride from the Ball to Orient Fevre. The tension between us had loomed like a highly strung cello string waiting to snap. He hadn’t come when he’d fucked me on the balcony, and the impressive bulge in his pants looked…intimidating. Levy appeared as if he had restrained himself a great deal. Maybe he wanted to make the night last. Driving me ragged. Fucking me to oblivion.

Shit. I began to look forward to it.

Levy lowered his head, cupped my face and breathed on my lips. “You’re so beautiful, Violet. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”

I shivered even more. He didn’t speak with his usual princely arrogant tone. He sounded as if he was confiding his deepest, truest feelings to me. And I couldn’t help but be touched by it.

“Levy…”

He purred. Then kissed me. He licked the side of my jaw, tasting my skin. “Mine,” he whispered on my ear.

He felt me, one hand kneading my breast. His fingers plucked and pinched my nipple. God. The ache in my pussy worsened. I creamed. My cunt clenched. I touched him back, my hands settling on his hair. I fisted his silky strands as he kissed my breasts and sucked my nipple.

“Mine.” He declared it with a sheer dominance, like a beast upon his prey.

My heart drummed wildly when he squeezed my ass and continued kissing me down to my belly. He knelt. The trail of his kiss burned my skin as his lips brushed my mons.

He looked at me and whispered, “Mine.”

I indulged myself in a scream when his mouth found my pussy. Instinctively, I dug my

nails on his scalp as his agile, treacherous tongue unearthed my deepest secret. He licked my pussy lips. He licked my clitoris. He licked my opening and thrust his tongue as deeply as he could muster. Holy God in heaven. I shook with desire. He ate, sucked, and devoured me until I saw the shades of pleasure painted before my eyes.

White when he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue.

Blue when he bit my pussy lips and suckled me as if I were a delicious fruit.


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