her like small electric shocks inside her system. His energy thrummed against her skin, beckoning to her as her own slick moisture coated him until he filled her and they sat pelvis to pelvis. The head of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix, sending tiny bursts of arousal through her with each breath.
She found the energy to shift her hips, taking him even deeper and making them both gasp.
Levi’s strong hands closed around her hips, holding her in place for a long moment while he sucked in large, deep breaths.
Good, she wasn’t the only one so affected by this arrangement.
There was something decidedly erotic about him taking her when she couldn’t move or help—something similar to being tied up while a lover pleasured her. Of course, Levi wasn’t her lover, she reminded herself forcefully. He was a means to an end, a client who had paid well at Sinner’s Redemption and a man who would help her and Jethro make it safely to Lilith’s lair.
Several long seconds later, Levi blew out a long, slow breath before he used his grip on her hips to grind her against him, ripping a moan from her throat and coaxing the first hot drop of pre-come from Levi.
As the life-giving essence hit her internal walls, a small explosion of energy surged through Amalya as her body greedily absorbed what was offered and converted it to usable energy inside her.
Levi slowly lifted her, sliding his cock nearly out of her before impaling her again in a slow, torturous movement that made Amalya whimper with impatience.
“Relax, my beauty. Let me pleasure you.” His deep voice feathered against her like a dark caress, making her shiver.
Damn it! She wanted him fast and hard. She wanted him to come inside her and replenish her energy so she could regain the distance between them that her anger and hurt demanded.
Instead, Levi touched her tenderly, as if she were precious, drawing out her pleasure, and his own, while giving her the energy she both craved and needed.
After several minutes of the exquisite, slow torture at Levi’s set pace, Amalya’s body began to slowly respond to her wishes and she was able to sit up on her own. She anchored her hands on Levi’s shoulders as she began to set her own pace.
However, when she began to move, rather than the quick, frenzied passion she thought she wanted, she kept the torturous slow pace he’d begun as she met and held Levi’s dark gaze.
He watched her, his gaze burning into hers as if he memorized every second.
The intimacy of the gaze pierced her deep and she mentally set space between them. She closed her eyes, her work persona clicking into place as she remained impassive and apart from him. She leaned back, lifting her wet hands to her breasts, tweaking her aching nipples as she rode Levi’s cock.
He was just a means to an end. She needed his come and that was all.
She repeated those two sentences like a mantra.
He hadn’t earned anything else.
Her gift tried to tell her the lie of her own thoughts, but she shoved it aside.
“I’m not your bloody blow-up doll.” The anger vibrating in his voice bit against her skin like an accusation, but she ignored him and continued to ride.
One strong arm came around her, pulling her close and tipping her against him. In a quick move, he pushed up and stood, lifting her, still impaled on his hard cock, and forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist for balance. Dripping water across the floor, he walked into the bedroom and then gently but firmly laid her on the bed, pinning her under his weight.
Amalya began to protest, but then he thrust hard inside her ripping a gasp from her throat as searing arousal shot through her, scattering her thoughts.
That first hard thrust was followed by another and another until Levi was pistoning inside her, causing a cascade of sensations to explode through her and swell into a growing maelstrom.
Through her haze of arousal, a single coherent thought found its way through. He was using
She found the energy to shift her hips, taking him even deeper and making them both gasp.
Levi’s strong hands closed around her hips, holding her in place for a long moment while he sucked in large, deep breaths.
Good, she wasn’t the only one so affected by this arrangement.
There was something decidedly erotic about him taking her when she couldn’t move or help—something similar to being tied up while a lover pleasured her. Of course, Levi wasn’t her lover, she reminded herself forcefully. He was a means to an end, a client who had paid well at Sinner’s Redemption and a man who would help her and Jethro make it safely to Lilith’s lair.
Several long seconds later, Levi blew out a long, slow breath before he used his grip on her hips to grind her against him, ripping a moan from her throat and coaxing the first hot drop of pre-come from Levi.
As the life-giving essence hit her internal walls, a small explosion of energy surged through Amalya as her body greedily absorbed what was offered and converted it to usable energy inside her.
Levi slowly lifted her, sliding his cock nearly out of her before impaling her again in a slow, torturous movement that made Amalya whimper with impatience.
“Relax, my beauty. Let me pleasure you.” His deep voice feathered against her like a dark caress, making her shiver.
Damn it! She wanted him fast and hard. She wanted him to come inside her and replenish her energy so she could regain the distance between them that her anger and hurt demanded.
Instead, Levi touched her tenderly, as if she were precious, drawing out her pleasure, and his own, while giving her the energy she both craved and needed.
After several minutes of the exquisite, slow torture at Levi’s set pace, Amalya’s body began to slowly respond to her wishes and she was able to sit up on her own. She anchored her hands on Levi’s shoulders as she began to set her own pace.
However, when she began to move, rather than the quick, frenzied passion she thought she wanted, she kept the torturous slow pace he’d begun as she met and held Levi’s dark gaze.
He watched her, his gaze burning into hers as if he memorized every second.
The intimacy of the gaze pierced her deep and she mentally set space between them. She closed her eyes, her work persona clicking into place as she remained impassive and apart from him. She leaned back, lifting her wet hands to her breasts, tweaking her aching nipples as she rode Levi’s cock.
He was just a means to an end. She needed his come and that was all.
She repeated those two sentences like a mantra.
He hadn’t earned anything else.
Her gift tried to tell her the lie of her own thoughts, but she shoved it aside.
“I’m not your bloody blow-up doll.” The anger vibrating in his voice bit against her skin like an accusation, but she ignored him and continued to ride.
One strong arm came around her, pulling her close and tipping her against him. In a quick move, he pushed up and stood, lifting her, still impaled on his hard cock, and forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist for balance. Dripping water across the floor, he walked into the bedroom and then gently but firmly laid her on the bed, pinning her under his weight.
Amalya began to protest, but then he thrust hard inside her ripping a gasp from her throat as searing arousal shot through her, scattering her thoughts.
That first hard thrust was followed by another and another until Levi was pistoning inside her, causing a cascade of sensations to explode through her and swell into a growing maelstrom.
Through her haze of arousal, a single coherent thought found its way through. He was using
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