Pretty Pink Ribbons (A Touch of Fate 2) - Page 62

Desperate times call for desperate measures. His words cut off when I plunge my hand between my legs, and he watches with rapt attention as my fingers swirl around my clit before diving inside. My eyes close and my head drifts back, and within seconds my hand is ripped from between my legs and replaced by Levi’s hot mouth.

With his face buried between my legs, his tongue swirls and lips suck while his fingers torment me with their movements. My body is already strung so tight from earlier that it only takes him minutes before he has me spiraling off into the abyss. He nips the inside of my thigh, causing me to squirm, and then he lifts his face. His mouth is glistening, and all I can manage is a lazy smile because my bones have turned to liquid and my body is incapable of any other movements.

My legs are dangling as Levi steps back. Under lowered lashes, he watches me as his fingers swiftly unbutton his shirt. It falls behind him in a heap on the floor.

“Finish it,” he demands, fighting back a smile.

“Finish what? You’re doing a pretty good job as it is.”

“Finish undressing me.”

“Say please,” I say in a sing-song voice. Levi furrows his brow as though he’s thinking about his answer.

“Not gonna happen. Get down here and undress me.”

“My pleasure,” I giggle, hopping off the bar, not caring at all that he didn’t use the magic word. I love this controlling side of Levi because I also know the softer side of him, and I know that he would never disrespect or debase me in any way.

Levi toes off his socks and shoes, pulls a condom out of his pocket and then I make quick work of removing his pants. When they tumble to the floor, his thick cock bobs heavily in front of me. “Since when do you go commando?”

“Since you. Get in the cage, Laney.” His words stop me cold and I peek over his shoulder. The steel cage that normally hangs from the ceiling is sitting in the middle of the floor. How did I not notice that earlier?

My heart swells when I realize what he’s doing, and I love him that much more for it. Without hesitation, I follow his command and make my way toward the cage. The heavy door is open and I step inside, instantly feeling like I’ve stepped into some sort of burlesque show.

My gaze roams the cage. There is nothing but steel bars and a red leather bench against the backside. Sexy. That’s the only word that fits this cage . . . it looks sexy, and it makes me feel sexy.

Reaching out, I glide my fingers across the cool metal bars then grip the one above my head and arch my back. Levi’s gaze rakes over the length of my body and he stalks toward me. “I want to tie you up in here.”

“Okay,” I reply, giving him a sensual smile. The thought of being tied up does nothing but turn me on more, if that’s even possible.

“But not tonight. Tonight it’s just us and this cage.” He swallows hard. “Turn around, Laney.” My body follows his command without question, and his chest presses into my back. His hands find mine and he guides my fingers to the bars in front of me. “Don’t let go.” I nod, the anticipation building so thick in my throat that I’m completely unable to speak. My heart is racing, but it’s the kind of racing that makes me feel alive. “I don’t care what happens,” he says at the same time I hear the condom wrapper tear open. “You don’t let go.”

“I won’t let go.” My words come out scratchy from my dry throat, and I turn my face into my arm and cough several times before righting myself.

Levi kisses my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Better than ever.” And isn’t that the truth. It doesn’t matter that toxic chemicals are swimming through my veins, or that I could have cells inside of my body trying to destroy everything that I am. All that matters is what’s happening right here and right now, and that I know this man will own every part of me through this life and well into the next.

Levi is hot and throbbing against my lower back and I push against him, encouraging him to take me. But this is Levi, and we always do things in his way and in his time. His hands travel softly and slowly down both of my arms, skimming past the sides of my chest. His left hand grazes my left breast and I close my eyes, enjoying the sweet caress. Strong fingers wrap around the left side of my waist while his right hand travels down the outside of my thigh then makes its way up the inside. His long fingers stop to tease my entrance before they plunge inside of me.

“I love that you’re always ready for me, Laney. It’s fucking hot, knowing that I do this to you.” My head drops forward as I suck in a breath, trying desperately to slow my body down, because if he keeps saying the things he’s saying, I’m going to explode way too soon. “I want you, Laney. So fucking bad.” Levi’s fingers twist, rubbing the swollen spot that is sure to make me squirm.

“Oh God,” I grunt, my eyes rolling back into my head. My hands want nothing more than to reach behind me and touch Levi, but I’m afraid that if I move, he’ll stop—and I do not want him to stop. My body writhes against his. “Now, Levi,” I pant, needing him inside of me.

A low rumble emanates from his throat as he removes his fingers and guides himself

to my entrance. My body acts on its own accord as I thrust my hips back at the same time he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he grunts, holding my hips still. My hands are gripped tightly around the bars, my knuckles turning white, and I use the grip for leverage. His body starts moving, pounding into me, and with each thrust he burrows himself deeper and deeper. I prop my foot up on the bench, opening myself up to him, and with one hand on my hip, he slides the other around to the front, rubbing tight circles around my clit. My breath hitches, and each time he slams into me, my body catapults closer to the edge. Levi wraps his hand around the front of my neck, cradling my chin in his fingers and tilting my head up. My neck and back are stretched about as far as they can go, but I don’t fight it because I feel sexier now than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

I hum low in my throat as Levi trails hot, wet kisses down the back of my neck, and I shiver when he blows over the damp skin. My body clenches, squeezing him tight, and he lets out a string of unintelligible words. My head drops back to his shoulder and his hand finds my breast, his fingers twisting and pinching my aching nipple. My lips part and I beg to let go of the cage, but Levi’s answer is a firm slap to the ass that does nothing but ignite the fire that’s already smoldering inside of me. My body tenses against his and when he spanks me again, that fire turns into a blazing inferno. His thrusts continue as my body quivers and jerks around his. His cock slides in and out of me, and I swear I can feel every single inch of him. “Levi.” His name is nothing more than a hoarse plea.

“Hold on, baby. I’ve got you.” A strong arm wraps around my stomach, holding me up. My legs are heavy and feel like limp noodles, and I’m certain that if Levi lets go of me, I’ll fall flat on my ass. Within seconds, Levi is groaning out his own release. His body goes slack against mine, and I release my grip on the cage, draping my arms around the back of his neck. He nuzzles his face into me, peppering kisses anywhere he can get his mouth. “You mean everything to me, Lane,” he murmurs. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

Moving forward, I dislodge Levi from my body, instantly missing the feel of him inside of me. But right now, this is more important. Turning in his arms, I hold him close. “You’re never going to lose me, Levi,” I whisper. “Never. Do you hear me?”

His arms lock around my back, and the only response I receive is a trembling nod into the side of my neck. It’s the only response I need because some moments are simply too big for words, and this is one of them.

TWO HOURS AND FORTY-FIVE minutes . . . that’s how long I’ve been watching her sleep. I’m worried sick about her, but she keeps playing it off, saying that she’s okay. Laney has been coughing for the last three weeks. She’s even missed several days of work, and despite the over-the-counter medications, she isn’t getting any better. Her cough started out light and she said it was just a tickle, but I’ve noticed that it’s progressively gotten worse.

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