Orient Fevre by Lizzie Lynn Lee Page B

buggered with a cock that size. But my irritation quickly evaporated when he started to fuck me with long lazy strokes. The pain ebbed away and was replaced with a pleasure so intense, I couldn’t even believe it was possible. Each time he slammed home, I was paralysed by the sinful pleasure that made every one of my nerve endings shriek with untainted ecstasy.
    Levy kissed me, laved me, licked my neck, behind my ear, my jaw as he pounded me harder and harder. I gasped between my screams. My throat felt raw and my lungs wanted to explode from my ribcage. My nipples ached and my cunt felt so neglected, it contracted and clasped, desperate to be filled with a cock.
    I was burned from the inside out. All of a sudden, what he was doing was no longer enough. I needed him to pinch my nipples, or fuck my pussy with his fingers, anything to counterbalance the maddening pleasure from the way he was fucking me. I groaned and reared my ass to meet his thrust.
    “Fuck me,” I rasped, every syllable tinged with sheer desperation. “Fuck me hard.”
    “Shit,” Levy growled back.
    As if my plea served as fuel to the flame, he hammered me with thrusts that were hard enough to bruise me for days. I needed him to give me the ultimate pleasure that would change us forever.
    I mewled as he nailed me down into the bed, one brutal slam after another, his thick cock ravaging my greedy asshole. I was delirious with need as the savage fucks continued. Levy looked as if he was teetering at the edge of his forbearance. He needed to come as badly as I did. The storm of pleasure gathered, threatening to erupt.
    “Yes,” I urged him, “oh, babe, please fuck me, fuck me. Harder.”
    He roared like a beast, maybe the part of him that wasn’t human responding. The pleasure thickened beyond imagination.
    “Harder!” I screamed.
    He slammed so hard it almost knocked the air out of my lungs. My body tensed. Every neuron in my brain short-circuited. The storm crashed upon us, sweeping us away in one unmerciful tide to a seemingly never-ending shore. I erupted. Levy climaxed. The world went black for long seconds.
    It was heaven, or purgatory, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was entrapped in a place where nothing mattered. When it ebbed away, I found myself back in my own body, laying, quivering, sobbing and wet, with Levy on top of me, his weight making it hard to breathe.
    My battered asshole felt raw, and yet at the same time so sated. He rasped some draconian words that sounded like amazement. His cock grew soft inside me. When he was finally over his orgasm, he withdrew and rolled off me. I felt his cum dripping, oozing on my thighs. He was spent, and so was I. We didn’t talk for quite a while until we finished after-glowing.
    I caught his eyes and muttered, “Wow.”
    He laughed and pulled me into his arms. I lay there, snuggled tightly like a contented cat, and I was.
    “My parents are anxious to see you, Violet. If you are up for it, we should head to D’Keghan tonight. Carlton has chartered a private ship for us. Orient Fevre will be waiting for you here once our formality is concluded.”
    “Formality?”
    “Crowning you as a D’Keghan princess. The wedding. The reception. I know it’s a pain in the ass, but our custom requires it. It would be over before you knew it.”
    “Crowning?”
    Levy slid his gaze to me. “I’m next in line. Since I’ve claimed you, that makes you the D’Keghan future queen.”
    I cringed.
    “Freaking out?”
    “Very.”
    “We’ll take it slow, and hope my parents live forever.”
    “Oh boy. Can I kill you instead? This queen-thingy sounds like too much responsibility. I’m not up to it.”
    Levy laughed. “Cute. Can you really kill me? Do you have the heart to do it?”
    “No,” I answered in a small voice.
    “I thought so.”
    I ran my hands through my hair, exhaling a deep breath. Two hours earlier, I dreaded my future because I’d lost the best job in the world, and now I owned