Chapter 19

LEVI

With my eyes closed, my hand swiped over the sheet beside me. Upon finding the mattress empty, I jerked upright, my heart skipping beats.

A squeak of metal and a splash of water alerted me to the shower turning on in the adjacent bathroom. A shadow then passed the light shining through the crack in the door.

I braced my hand on my chest, easing the unnerved pace of my heart attempting to flee my ribs. For a moment, I thought I was alone.

I blinked the remaining sleep from my eyes, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the drapes. Diana’s lingering warmth clung to the sheet, as did her inherent aroma.

A cloud of her essence filled me and chased out the panic crackling through my veins. Last night hadn’t been a fever dream sent from demons to torment me.

Every kiss, every touch, every second spent with her—inside her—it was all real. I floated in euphoria, grasping those tangible memories and holding them close to my chest.

Those memories brushed against my skin as if I relived them over and over. The feel of her soft breasts pressed to my chest and her tight heat gripping my cock as I became the first to have her.

“Fuck,” I rasped.

My cock jerked under the blanket, stiffening at the mere memory of fucking Diana last night, and eager to have her again.

A glass door clicked, and the noise of rushing water increased. The door partially muffled the sound of her stepping into the shower, but it was enough to hold my attention, and more than enough to rouse me from the bed.

The blanket fell away from my legs as I leapt up. Holding my breath, I trod toward the bathroom door on silent steps.

Soundlessly, I nudged the door open and lost all motor function under the vision standing before me under the light. Droplets of water cascaded like diamonds over Diana’s creamy skin.

Every dip and valley, each curve and swell of her body, radiated with delicious perfection. Soaked strands of violet hair adhered to her spine, mimicking the swirls of a painter’s brush on a perfect canvas.

My heart jumped into the base of my throat, and scorching heat coursed under the surface of my skin. Heedless of my actions, I spun back into the room.

I dug through my discarded clothing on the floor until my fingers latched onto my black belt. Each hot breath burned my lungs as I twisted the leather around my fingers.

Some primal desire gripped my rational mind. Another voice in the back of my head whispered that Diana had a sensual creature under her skin waiting to break free, and I had the power to unleash her.

Last night was only the beginning. Using my forearm, I pushed the bathroom door open, partially hiding the belt behind my back.

I took another step into the steam billowing throughout the balmy room. Hearing the slight creak of the hinges, Diana’s body tensed and whirled around.

She placed a hand over her chest, dazzling jade eyes widening with shock.

“You scared me,” she scolded and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth.

After a sharp exhale, she swiped the water away from her face and dragged her fingers through her hair.

“Sorry,” I replied.

She shifted, almost imperceptibly, but it was a clear physical response to the sound of my grating morning voice.

“What are you doing?” she asked, swallowing steadily.

Her arms crossed over her chest, warily watching as I approached. My empty hand reached for the shower handle, and I opened the glass door.

I said, “Joining you, if that’s all right.”

Her bottom lip trembled, yet she nodded.

As I stepped onto the tile, scorching water sprayed my backside, and she stepped back to make room for me, even though there was enough space for five people to fit comfortably.

Despite the hot water, she shivered, leaning onto the tile wall. Sensing a shift, I reached up and pressed my palm to her face.

“Are you okay? Are you hurting at all?” I trailed my fingers from her cheek, down to the love bites marking the side of her neck.

Had I been too rough with her? Fuck, it had been her first time. If I’d taken things too far…

My fingers loosened on the belt behind my back as I second guessed myself.

“No!” Diana blurted.

Her hands flashed to my chest, and the water sealed her palms to my skin. Could she feel my heart skipping when she touched me?

I curved my hand over the back of her neck, forcing her head to arch back and meet my gaze. Her breath hitched past her inviting lips.

“Then what’s wrong?” I asked.

Her dangerous jade eyes darted away for a moment. She gnawed on her bottom lip, deep in thought.

It was an adorable habit that made me want to bite her lip as well.

“I’m going to bite your lip if you don’t stop chewing on it,” I warned, my voice thick and more dangerous than I intended.

Diana released a startled breath, and her lip popped free.

Her eyes dilated as she stared up at me, and the space between us decreased. The steamy air charged with erotic tension.

“After last night, you’re all I can think about,” she purred.

Her sensual purr made my cock twitch. One of her hands drifted down my stomach.

When she gripped my erection in her dainty fingers, it tore a groan from my chest.

“Every thought in my head is you and me, fucking over and over again. I don’t want to stop,” she whispered.

My cock responded for me, throbbing in her hand. Sunlight tore through me as excitement flared through every cell in my body.

“You’re all I can think about too, songbird. I’d be more than happy to oblige your dreams.”

I lifted my arm holding the belt, dangling it next to her head. Her eyes flared as wide as dinner plates.

A second passed, and her plump lips parted before slowly curling into a wanton smile. Wicked desire glimmered in her gaze as she eyed the belt.

Saying nothing, I grabbed her wrists and tied them together with the leather. Her chest rose rapidly as I lifted the belt over her head and looped the other end around the shower head.

I watched her pert breasts on full display now that every inch of her was bound and completely at my mercy. When I glanced up at her face again, that bottom lip was once more between her teeth.

My hand flew up and grasped her chin, forcing her to let go.

“What did I say about that lip?” I snarled, causing her to quiver against the tile.

“Sorry—”

Greedy for Diana, my mouth slammed into hers.

I groaned, appreciating the feel of her full lips eagerly locked with mine. One of my hands held her arms, and the other massaged her breasts before rising to her throat.

She mewled from the contact, but when I thought she’d flinch away, her body rolled against me.

My hand on her arms traveled down her wet skin, and down every astounding inch of her. She was so absorbed in the kiss she didn’t notice my wandering fingers until one digit slipped over her pussy.

While kissing heavily, her mouth and the feel of her soft skin became my entire reality. Seeking to please her, I eased my finger through her slit and over her swollen clit.

A needy whimper broke free from her mouth, and I swallowed it down with a chuckle.

“Aw, songbird, is this what you need?” I asked, as if I didn’t know the answer.

Her head lolled back onto the shower wall, vaguely nodding her answer.

Surging forward, I caught her bottom lip in my teeth and tugged. My finger circled over her slippery clit. I ravaged her mouth until I was sure it’d appear bruised for the rest of the day.

I followed my instinct to lick her, to taste her, to have all of her in my mouth. My lips sought the sensitive places all over her body. I needed to know them and guard that information for myself.

As I dropped to my knees, I kissed her breasts and the space between them. Breathy moans escaped her with each fevered kiss down her stomach to her navel.

My mouth moved over her hip bones next, gently biting at the tender flesh until she writhed, inching her legs farther apart with anticipation.

Diana Winslow’s pussy went beyond my wildest imaginations, and her tight heat had been prominent in my young daydreams. I loved the narrow strip of hair over her mound, and the pretty pink folds hidden between her lower lips.

The arousal that dripped from her hole when I spread her open made my mouth water.

I’d experienced heaven last night, and now I needed to taste it.

I flattened my tongue over her clit, and she lost control of her volume. Wide, diligent strokes over her bundle of nerves forced her to arch off the wall as pleasure seized her.

The belt on her wrists held her firmly in place as I savored the intoxicating honey of her desire.

I gently nibbled on her clit, sucking her into my mouth. I licked away the pain from the bite, swiftly, like a starving beast devouring its last meal.

Her thighs quaked as she convulsed, her cries reverberating off the white walls.

“Levi. Oh, fuck, Levi! Ah!”

Diana climaxed on my tongue, screaming—no, singing. It was the most wonderful sound.

I needed to hear every note of her salacious song.

I needed it so badly that even as she trembled and begged for me to stop, I continued tongue-fucking her. I swallowed every drop of her climax.

The sweet songbird didn’t know it yet, but I was irrevocably hers, body and soul.