“Levi, please. More,” I say in a breathless whisper when my climax starts to build.
When his tongue plunges back into me, I cover my mouth with a hand, muffling my cries as my body shivers.
“I’m coming,” I cry behind my hand, hearing an approving groan from his throat.
He grips my ass tighter, eating me out faster than he was moments ago. I didn’t even know this pace was possible as I close my eyes to the sound of his voice.
“Come for me, honey. Come in my mouth. Cry for me.”
And that does it.
A shudder runs through my body as I come and let out a scream. My thighs tremble around his face as he grins, licking and sucking all my juices. When I try to move, still shaking from my intense orgasm, he pushes his face further between my legs and pinches my bum with his hand in protest, keeping me in place. I moan in pleasure, wearing out his name like it’s the only word I know.
Because at the moment, it is.
When my shivers die down, my eyes still foggy, he drags a finger on the inside of my thigh and extends it to me.
“Taste how much you wanted me.”
Not thinking twice, I take his finger in my mouth and suck, gathering all my cum, making him stiffen below me.
“That’s it. Look at my good girl’s listening skills.”
If I’m anyone’s good girl, I’d better be his.
He lowers me carefully to the floor as his chest heaves, and he swipes a finger below his lower lip and grins wickedly before licking his finger, almost sending me to my knees.
“Honey, you’ve fallen into a very dangerous game because, now, you’re my addiction. And when I become dependent on something, I have a very hard time letting go.”
My heart thumps at an abnormal pace as a layer of sweat lingers on my body.
“I don’t want you to let me go,” I say breathlessly. Admitting what I’ve felt for months.
I’m no longer able to fight these feelings that have taken hold of me. I fist his dress shirt, pulling him against my body. His messed up hair falls on his forehead, making him look so sexy with his big, swollen lips.
“Do you know what that means?” he groans, his lips brushing over mine. His hands tremble on my hips as he once again pushes me against the door.
I hum, unable to find words.
“That I’m yours,” he says, and nothing has sounded better to me.
I’d rather have a deep, emotional connection with my rival than hate his guts. We tried to hate each other, but the rivalry only brought us closer.
Our lips seal the deal, and for once, I’m left feeling blissful and whole.
Beautiful.
Appreciated.
Loved.
CHAPTER41
LEVI
The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I’m not alone in my bed, like I usually am. The second thing I notice is her blonde hair spread on my pillow, like she’s an angel.
The events of this past week flood in. I’m someone’s boyfriend. I’ve never been that before.
