He’s here.
He’s mine.
Right now at least, I don’t care about anything else.
RUN TO YOU
For the second morning in a row, I’m awoken before sunrise. This time, Lev is in bed with me. Hovering over me actually, like a human blanket. He casts so much heat that I kicked off most of the covers during the night. All I can feel is the slide of his hot, firm skin against mine, the definition of his impressive musculature, and the rasp of his happy trail.
“Hi,” I whisper sleepily, sighing when he shifts so his erection slides between my thighs. I lift my knees, hooking my ankles above his ass.
I hear his low chuckle—feel the vibration against my chest—before he presses inside.
It’s so good. Different from the frenzy of last night. Sensual and slow, each deep thrust stimulating nerve endings I’m not normally aware of. It’s almost hazy, like a really good dream I don’t ever want to wake up from. I arch my back as much as I can in this position, even enjoying the stretch and the slight soreness. They’re a reminder of how full I am, how intimately connected we are.
He’s doing all the work, but my breathing is as erratic as a marathoner’s. I can hear my own rapid inhales in the dark roomas our bodies move together, that distinctive flare of pleasure burning brighter and hotter as he fucks me into the mattress.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, needing something to hold on to, feeling the solid muscles bunch beneath his skin. His huge dick hardens even more, or maybe that’s me constricting around him. I’m so close, tingling and tensing as my body begins to convulse.
I cry out as I come, too consumed by the pleasure to care about any inhibitions. Thankfully, this house is huge, and Lev’s room is in its own wing. I doubt hearing us have sex would elevate his family’s opinion of me at all.
Once I’ve come, Lev lets go. I’m addicted to the sensation of feeling his hot cum seep inside of me. I take some primal satisfaction from it, and I think he does too. Sticky liquid is already dripping out when he withdraws, probably mixing with last night’s release. He smears it around with his fingers, coating my clit. Rubbing circles until I’m panting again. I think I won’t be able to come again right up until the second it happens, leaving me a sweaty, heaving mess. I’m so sensitive that the brush of air feels like too much stimulation.
Lev rolls away and off the bed like nothing happened. “Time to go,” he says.
I blink rapidly, disoriented and sated. I feel drunk almost and like I could sleep for a week straight. I have no phone to check the time, and there’s no clock in sight, but the lack of light tells me it’s early. Yesterday, I understood the urgency of getting out of bed. But today? He didn’t mention anything about waking up early before fucking me for two hours last night.
“Go where?” I ask, but he either doesn’t hear me or doesn’t feel like answering.
When I glance to where he was standing last, he’s gone. A light is on in the bathroom.
I groan, snuggling back into the mattress and tossing an arm across my eyes. If he wants me to?—
My arm is moved away, and I squint at a serious-looking Lev. He’s turned on more lights. And put on clothes.
“Let’s go,” he says.
“Gowhere?” I repeat, more irritated this time.
I’ve never been a morning person, and I’m particularly averse this morning. I can’t remember the last time I got more than six hours of sleep in one night, and multiple orgasms are a better drug than melatonin.
“Put on something comfortable,” he says before striding away from the bed.
I force myself to sit up. “Do I need my gun?” I call after him, which is a sentence I can’t even believe I have to ask.
“No,” he replies without glancing back, which reassures me some.
It probably means we won’t run into his family on this outing, and that’s likely why we’re leaving so early again. Maybe I should fully convert to a nocturnal schedule.
I stumble into the bathroom, grateful I bothered to unpack my new toiletries last night. I feel much better after running through my normal routine. Lev doesn’t try to rush me, which I appreciate.
I didn’t unpack all my new clothes, so it takes me a couple of minutes to sort through the bags and find a T-shirt and a pair of leggings.
Once I’m fully dressed, I follow him into the hallway. Most of the house’s lights seem to remain on twenty-four hours, including the bright floodlights illuminating the yard. I can see them through some of the windows to my left, and I wonder if all bedrooms are situated on the right side to allow sleeping.
Their electricity bill must be outrageous.
Lev is armed, I notice. I’m not sure if that’s normal for him or if he’s being extra cautious.
