Page 40 of Wicked Enemy

“No,” I admitted. “Which is why I don’t want to remember what their hands on my skin felt like. I want to replace it. With the hands of someone I trust.”

Shock and pain and something like regret flashed in his eyes for a fraction of a second. It was there and then gone again so quickly that I wasn’t even sure if I had seen it at all. But before I could figure out if I had really seen it, let alone what had caused it, Levi slid his warm hands up my bare sides.

A pleasant shudder rippled through me.

Apparently, both Levi and I had fallen asleep in only our underwear, so I drew my hands over his broad shoulders before resting my palms against his naked chest while he slowly let his fingers drift upwards. Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes and sucked in a shuddering breath as I relished the feeling of his hands on my skin.

Levi brushed his lips over my collarbones while murmuring, “When I am done with you, you will only ever remember one set of hands on you for the rest of your life. Mine.”

My heart skipped a beat. But before I could reply, Levi undid the fastenings on my brassiere and tossed it to the side. Cool air rushed over my naked breasts, making my nipples harden.

Still bracing my hands on his firm chest, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back again as he traced soft fingers down my back and around the side of my ribs. Sparkles danced over my skin in their wake.

My heart thrummed in my chest as Levi drew his hands up towards my breasts. A moan slipped from my lips as he covered them with his palms and kneaded them before using his fingers to play with my nipples instead.

Lightning crackled through my veins, and I squirmed on his lap. The change in position landed me right on top of his cock. I rolled my hips, feeling his hard length rub against my pussy through the fabric of our underwear.

A groan ripped from his throat at the same time as a shudder of pleasure coursed through me. I opened my eyes and locked them on his.

For a moment, we only watched each other. Neither of us moving an inch.

Then we both shifted at the same time, stripping out of our underwear with an urgency that made my pulse flutter.

The moment our garments had hit the floor, I locked my hands behind the back of Levi’s neck and kissed him deeply while I positioned myself above his cock. He kissed me back with such fierce passion that I lost track of what I was doing for a second. Then his hands gripped my hips, moving me into position, and my mind pieced itself back together.

While claiming his mouth, I lowered myself onto his hard length.

A dark moan rumbled from his throat and into my mouth when I moved so that his cock was buried inside me all the way to the hilt. Shifting my hands down to his toned shoulders, I broke the kiss and instead dug my fingers into his muscles as I rose and then slid down on his cock again.

Another deep sound came from his chest.

His hands drifted up from my hips and towards my tits again. A shiver of pleasure rippled through me as he teased my nipples while I moved up and down on his cock, creating the most delicious friction. I picked up the pace.

Levi ran his hands all over my body while I rode his cock, as if he truly wanted every inch of me to only rememberhistouch. And it worked. By the Current, it worked.

My heart was slamming in my chest as Levi traced his fingers along my ribs and then circled my breasts before rolling my nipples between his fingers. Then he continued upwards, trailing them over my collarbones and then brushing them over my throat before drawing them down along my spine.

Every part of me tingled with pleasure at his gentle and at the same time highly possessive touch. I sucked in shuddering breaths as the tension inside me grew. While moving up and down, I shifted my hips so that my clit was grinding against his cock with every stroke. My pulse fluttered erratically as I soared towards the edge.

I threw my head back and gasped as release crashed over me.

Levi slid his hands down to my hips, holding me firmly on top of him while pleasure shot through my limbs with enough force to make my ears ring. He didn’t try to chase his own release. He just studied my face, as if he was content to just watch me come apart on his lap.

Once the final flashes of pleasure had died down, I just remained where I was, sitting there on top of him with his hard cock still buried inside me. My chest heaved. I drew in deep breaths until it slowed. And all the while, Levi just watched me. It felt as though he was searing this memory into his brain.

“What do you want, spitfire?” he asked at last.

And he said it in such a strange voice that I couldn’t tell what the true scope of the question really was. Did he mean what I wanted from him? Or what I wanted from life? Or what I wanted there to be between us?

But all of those questions were dangerous. Far, far too dangerous. So I decided to interpret it as, what did I want right now?

“More,” I said.

Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise, maybe? But before he could misinterpret my words, I pressed on.

“I want you to fuck me again,” I said. “Hard. Dominantly. I want to remember what it feels like to haveyourhand pinning my wrists to the mattress andyourhand wrapped around my throat.”

I must have imagined that brief hint of surprise earlier, because his lips immediately curled into a sly smile. Grabbing me by the hips, he lifted me off him and then flipped us around so that I was lying on my back on the mattress with him straddling me instead.