Orient Fevre by Lizzie Lynn Lee

out to the front door.
    Such a bodyguard I was.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Levy kissed me as soon as we arrived at his stateroom. The doors weren’t even closed yet when he seized me with urgency and mauled my lips hungrily. His tongue stroked deep into the cavern of my mouth as he tightened his grip on my arms. I melted under his kiss. Melted like goo. My pussy throbbed with need. My nipples ached. My blood boiled as he burned my sanity to cinder.
    When he finally stopped kissing me, I wanted to faint on the floor. Levy didn’t give me that chance. With one arm curled around my waist, he ripped my clothes until there wasn’t a single thread on my body. I was naked, except for the pair of stilettos I was wearing.
    “Leave those on,” he said when I wanted to slip them off. “You look so beautiful in them.”
    I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was too horny. Typical male fantasy. Naked chick with high-heeled shoes. What was up with that?
    He released his arm and ordered me to stay still. His eyes raked over my nakedness as if he was feasting over his conquest. He probably thought of me that way, his conquest, and after lusting after me for a few days, he’d finally gotten me naked and willing…
    Then, he touched me.
    Tenderly. The tip of his fingers seared my skin, delivering sparks of pleasure down my spine. I trembled, anticipating what he’d do next. We hadn’t talked much during the limo ride from the Ball to Orient Fevre. The tension between us had loomed like a highly strung cello string waiting to snap. He hadn’t come when he’d fucked me on the balcony, and the impressive bulge in his pants looked…intimidating. Levy appeared as if he had restrained himself a great deal. Maybe he wanted to make the night last. Driving me ragged. Fucking me to oblivion.
    Shit. I began to look forward to it.
    Levy lowered his head, cupped my face and breathed on my lips. “You’re so beautiful, Violet. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”
    I shivered even more. He didn’t speak with his usual princely arrogant tone. He sounded as if he was confiding his deepest, truest feelings to me. And I couldn’t help but be touched by it.
    “Levy…”
    He purred. Then kissed me. He licked the side of my jaw, tasting my skin. “Mine,” he whispered on my ear.
    He felt me, one hand kneading my breast. His fingers plucked and pinched my nipple. God. The ache in my pussy worsened. I creamed. My cunt clenched. I touched him back, my hands settling on his hair. I fisted his silky strands as he kissed my breasts and sucked my nipple.
    “Mine.” He declared it with a sheer dominance, like a beast upon his prey.
    My heart drummed wildly when he squeezed my ass and continued kissing me down to my belly. He knelt. The trail of his kiss burned my skin as his lips brushed my mons.
    He looked at me and whispered, “Mine.”
    I indulged myself in a scream when his mouth found my pussy. Instinctively, I dug my nails on his scalp as his agile, treacherous tongue unearthed my deepest secret. He licked my pussy lips. He licked my clitoris. He licked my opening and thrust his tongue as deeply as he could muster. Holy God in heaven. I shook with desire. He ate, sucked, and devoured me until I saw the shades of pleasure painted before my eyes.
    White when he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue.
    Blue when he bit my pussy lips and suckled me as if I were a delicious fruit.
    Pure red when he fucked me with his tongue as rough as when he used his cock.
    I writhed. My breaths came in a fevered beat. The pleasure was unbelievably sinful. When he growled and swirled his tongue inside me, I came so hard the world faded away from my vision for a long moment. My legs couldn’t support my own weight. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing from the intensity.
    Levy watched my reaction with delight. He got up and undressed.
    I watched him with hunger, unconsciously swallowing my saliva. Naked, he looked as delicious as that night in his