Page 54 of Dark Seduction
My tone drops as I continue, "When I left Chad, I didn’t bring my jewelry with me. Claude fired me due to his friendship with Chad, keeping all the jewelry I made, taking credit for it."
I watch as Lev’s jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a storm brewing behind his previous calm demeanor.
“Most of my jewelry—pieces that I had personally crafted—are still at Claude's store, being sold as if he had created them. He basically stole them from me.”
Lev's reaction is immediate. "That's unacceptable.”
I laugh lightly, trying to ease the tension. "Yeah, it sucks. But we've got bigger matters on our plate right now."
"Perhaps," he says, but I can tell the issue has lodged itself in his mind, his sense of justice clearly ruffled. He seems lost in thought for a moment, mulling over something he's hesitant to say.
Then, unexpectedly, he closes the distance between us, taking my hands in his. His touch sends a familiar thrill through me, grounding and intense all at once.
“I know it’s been a long and trying couple of days, but if I don't have you now, I'm going to lose my mind.”
His words ignite something fierce and immediate within me, a rush of desire so potent it's almost overwhelming. I feel my body respond instinctively, my breath quickening.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
The heat between us is almost unbearable, and when he kisses me, it feels like a dam breaking. His lips are insistent, hungry, and I melt into him, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
He sweeps me up effortlessly, his arms strong and secure as he carries me down the hallway. Every step he takes makes my heart race, anticipation coiling inside me like a spring ready to snap.
As he lays me gently on the bed, his eyes never leave mine, a burning intensity in his gaze that sends sparks through my bloodstream. He strips off his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and arms, and I can’t help but reach out to touch him, my fingers tracing the contours of his skin.
"You're so damn beautiful," he murmurs, leaning over me, his hands trailing down my sides with a delicious slowness that leaves me breathless.
I pull him down, my lips finding his once more. The kiss is deep and demanding, my body responding instantly to his touch. His hands are everywhere—gliding over my skin, caressing, exploring—as he maps every inch of me with a tenderness that belies the urgency of our desire.
I feel his weight pressing down on me, his body aligning perfectly with mine, and I arch against him, craving more of that intoxicating contact.
His lips travel down my neck, leaving a scorching trail that makes me gasp, my fingers threading through his hair as he continues his descent. I feel the rasp of his breath against my skin, each exhale igniting a fire that consumes us both.
"Lev," I moan, the sound low and throaty, as I feel his hands slide beneath my shirt, pushing it up and over my head.
He pauses to admire the view, his eyes dark with need, before leaning down to capture my mouth in another searing kiss. It's as if we're trying to pour all the unspoken emotions into this one moment, and I revel in the intensity of it all.
His fingers skillfully undo the clasp of my bra, and the cool air sends a shiver through me as the fabric falls away. His mouth follows, trailing kisses down my chest until he reaches my breasts. He teases my nipples with soft deliberate strokes of his tongue, drawing a breathless sigh from my lips.
I tug at his jeans, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine, and he obliges, discarding them quickly along with the rest of his clothes. The sight of him naked and ready onlyheightens my desire, and I pull him back to me, eager to feel every inch of him. His skin is warm and smooth against mine as he presses me down into the mattress.
"God, I’ve been thinking about this all day," Lev murmurs against my ear, his voice low and rough with need. "You have no idea how much I want you, how fucking perfect you are."
He peels my pants and panties down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to him. A shiver of anticipation runs through me as he takes a moment to admire the view.
He grins wickedly, his hands gliding over my hips and thighs, spreading them wider to make room for himself. "I love seeing you like this, all spread out for me," he says, his words sending a delicious thrill straight to my core. "I want to taste every inch of you, make you scream my name."
His lips find my breasts again, his tongue flicking over one nipple before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking gently and then harder, drawing moans from deep within me. My fingers tangle in his hair as he lavishes attention on me, the sensation a perfect mix of pleasure and teasing.
Lev shifts lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, his stubble grazing my skin and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My heart pounds in anticipation as he moves between my legs, settling himself there with a look of pure hunger in his eyes.
"You’re already so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. His hands grip my thighs firmly, spreading them even wider as he lowers his mouth to my most sensitive spot.
His tongue is relentless, skillful, as it flicks over my clit with a precision that makes my back arch and my breath catch in mythroat. He teases me, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that have me gasping for air, my hands clutching the sheets beneath me.
"Lev, please," I moan, half in plea and half in praise, my body responding to his every move, my hips instinctively lifting to meet his mouth.
He chuckles, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. "You like that? Tell me what you want, Dalia. I want to hear you beg for it."