Orient Fevre by Lizzie Lynn Lee

to his men to give us some privacy. With little effort, he turned me around to face him. He ambushed my mouth, kissing me with greed-starving kisses as he popped off the two top buttons my shirt. He tore his mouth away and yanked my shirt off me. My bra, my belt, my panties, and the rest of my clothes came flying off next. He worked systematically and very deftly at getting a woman naked.
    “This is the unfinished business?” I teased.
    “It’s been nine days since we last fucked, Violet. I’m nearly Goddamn bursting.”
    Levy swept me off my feet and carried me into the bedroom. The bed bounced as he threw me on it. He undressed like a madman, kicking his shoes off. Pants. Socks. Shirt. All of it. I spread my legs open for him as he stroked his granite-hard erection. His cock glistened with pre-cum. He looked as if he was nearly bursting. Without a word, he poised the cockhead at my entrance and slammed home.
    I threw my head backward. The familiar pain and pleasure engulfed me. I wasn’t fully ready to accept him. I clawed his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh as his cock ravaged me deeply. Levy let out a growl, too primal to be human, a mix between satisfaction and amazement. Then he looked down on me, hissing between his teeth, ranting in draconian words I didn’t understand. But I understood what he was feeling, almost like telepathy. It was an immense relief after having been deprived from a lust-bound thirst.
    We locked eyes as I felt him throb in my depths.
    He brushed his lips over mine, whispering, “I love you.”
    I didn’t know why, but at the very moment, I wanted to cry. Something inside me went sentimental at his declaration. Maybe I was blind ignoring my inner guts, telling me the obvious. As much as I hated to admit it, I did feel the weird attachment he called a bond from the pit of my heart. Given the circumstances on how we’d met, and the whole ordeal that had happened to me in the past weeks, I was freaked out about having to admit he was my soul mate. It clearly didn’t make sense. But again, love never made sense.
    I wrapped my arms around his neck and decided to be honest with my feeling. I whispered back, “I love you.”
    His eyes brightened. His smile blossomed. Levy looked exulted. He traced my face with his fingertips as he pulled out, up to his cockhead, and slowly thrust into me balls deep.
    I shivered. My toes curled. I couldn’t get over how good he made me feel each time he fucked me. The sensation enslaved me, leaving me wanting for more like a hopeless addict.
    Levy paused, swallowing hard. Sweat beaded his temples, his jaws clenched. “Say it again, kitten.”
    I licked his lips, whispering, “I love you, Levy Frye.” And I meant it. Every word.
    I wasn’t accustomed to being lovey-dovey, but he needed me to say it. He needed to hear it. A pledge. A confirmation.
    A low growl escaped from his throat as he fisted my hair and slammed into me, fucking me with short jackhammering thrusts.
    “That’s my girl. Mine. Forever.” His eyes blazed with fire. His skin felt hot and feverish. His cock…
    I gasped, bracing from the flood of his vicious fucks. I squeezed my muscles, choking his rampaging cock. I wanted him to slow down, but only succeeded in making him lose control. He pinned me on the bed, forcing me to surrender to the torrent of his insatiable slams. My clit throbbed. The cock in my pussy felt as if it had been replaced with fire.
    I heaved. The ecstasy zapped like high-voltage electricity, dragging me higher and higher. Every fibre of my being shrieked with unadulterated pleasure. My body quaked. I dug my nails into his skin. My pussy contracted. The tide of climax crashed upon me. I screamed his name as a burst of fireworks flashed before my eyes. I came hard. I floated away…
    My body shook as the flood of pleasure washed over me. Levy stopped, giving me a chance to collect myself. I heard him hissing, savouring the way my pussy milked his still hard