Page 82 of Dark Seduction
Lev scoops me up with a grin that could outshine the neon on Fremont Street, carrying me across the threshold of our suite. His kiss is wild and passionate with a promise of forever stamped in every touch. He sets me down by the plush king-sized bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You look incredible," he whispers. "I can’t wait to see you holding our child."
I'm practically a puddle by his feet at those sweet nothings, my heart swelling in my chest. The glimmer of the city below pales in comparison to the love lighting up his eyes. This night, thisman, and this wildly impulsive wedding—it's all more perfect than I could have ever imagined.
Lev's grin turns wicked as he pulls me close, his fingers tracing the edge of my dress like he's unwrapping the best damn present he's ever seen.
“You know, I’ve been waiting all night to get you out of this.”
He doesn’t waste any time. One tug and the zipper slides down, the fabric whispering to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the lacy panties I’d bought just for tonight. His eyes roam over me, hungry, taking in every curve like he’s committing it to memory.
“Damn.”
I swear, just the heat in his gaze makes my knees weak.
“I love you,” he says, and it’s more than just sweet words, it’s a promise, a declaration that hits me right in the core. My breath catches, and before I can respond, his lips are on mine. All I can do is kiss him back with everything I’ve got.
It’s slow and deliberate, the kind of kiss that makes you forget where you are, who you are, until nothing else exists but the way his mouth moves, the way his tongue teases, tasting, exploring. One hand slides down my back, the other slipping under the waistband of my panties, fingers skimming over bare skin until they find that sweet spot.
I gasp into his mouth, my hips arching toward his hand, but Lev’s got all the time in the world. He’s rubbing slow circles, teasing me, building the heat until I’m squirming, desperate for more. My panties are soaked, the fabric rubbing against me with every move, amplifying the ache between my legs.
His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, each kiss sending a shiver down my spine. And then he’s kneeling, hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties and tugging them down, tossing them onto the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, looking up at me with that same hunger in his eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
And then his mouth is on me again, kissing, licking, making my breath hitch and my heart race. His fingers join in, sliding inside me in time with the flicks of his tongue on my clit.
I’m losing it, the pleasure coiling tight inside me, every nerve on fire, every inch of me focused on what he’s doing. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more, more, until I’m teetering on the edge, barely able to hold on.
“Come for me,” he whispers against me, his voice thick and rough, and that’s all it takes.
I fall apart, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave. Lev holds me through it, his touch never faltering, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m trembling in his arms.
When it’s over, he pulls me close, his forehead resting against mine, and for a moment, we just breathe together, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat and something sweet.
Still trembling, I look up at Lev with a wicked grin. That orgasm rocked me, but I'm not done—not by a long shot. I pull him into a kiss, tasting the remnants of my own pleasure on his lips.
I need more of him, all of him.
My fingers make quick work of his buttons, practically ripping his shirt off, then my hands drop to his belt, unbuckling it with aflick of my wrist.
He’s watching me, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, but that smirk falters when I push his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and all I can think about is how badly I want to taste it.
I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slowly, enjoying the way his breath catches, the way his eyes darken with lust.
“You like that, baby?” I purr, my voice dripping with lust and need. But I don’t wait for an answer. I’m on my knees in a heartbeat, my tongue flicking over the tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. He groans, deep and guttural, and its music to my ears.
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, sliding my lips down his length until he hits the back of my throat. He’s hot and heavy in my mouth, the taste of him making me moan around his cock. I bob my head, my hand stroking what I can’t take, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head every time I pull back.
The noises he’s making—those low, desperate groans—are spurring me on, making me want to push him closer to the edge.
His hips start to move, thrusting gently into my mouth, and I let him, taking everything he gives.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he groans, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me, but he’s losing control, and I love every second of it. I can feel him tensing, his cock pulsing in my mouth, and I know he’s close.
Just when I think he’s going to lose it and spill down my throat, he pulls me off, lifting me up like I weigh nothing, and lays me back on the bed.
“Not yet,” he growls, his voice rough with need.