Page 80 of Pink

Hell.

Heaven waited there. All pink, and glistening wet when she used two fingers to slide between her slit and show him her bare sex. He bet soft and hot, too.

“Wider,” he urged.

She did, bringing fishnet-covered legs high to rest her heels on the edge of the mattress. “Like that?”

“Just like that, yeah.”

Could she hear how tight his throat was by the sound of his voice alone? Did she realize how hard he was going to fuck her just because he could, and she would let him?

Lev didn’t think so.

She would soon find out.

He made her wait for it, though. Until he was naked, standing in front of her, and rolling latex down his cock. She reached out to stroke him, but he was quick to catch her wrist in his grasp to stop her. The same hand she’d used to touch herself with.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?” he asked huskily.

Gigi swallowed hard, a sly grin starting to grow. “You did.”

“Taste.”

Leaning between her thighs, and hovering over her, Lev had the best view of her body spread out before him while she sucked the taste of her arousal from her slender fingers. Her green orbs darkened with her lust while his cock pulsed from the ache driving him fucking crazy. That need to be inside her was too much to handle.

“You look like you’re about to … eat me whole,” she whispered, her lips swollen from his kiss and still wet from her fingers.

“No, I just wanna have you. All of you.”

“Take me, then. Have me.”

He couldn’t get on that bed—between her thighs—fast enough. Somehow, he managed to convince his crazy brain that they would have another time to do this. He would get another chance to spend those hours he envisioned relearning every inch of her body again but right then … he just needed to have her.

With his hands tight to her waist, he moved Gigi back on the bed. Just enough to sit down, and then he was dragging her close again. Her legs hooked over his, and her palms laid flat to the bed behind her for support as he brought her down on his cock. He should have taken her slow—let her get used to his size again and how it felt to be so fucking full of him.

He didn’t.

And her deep, broken moan when he yanked her down on his length said she didn’t mind at all. Hell, he would have been happy to hold her like that for a moment. Just to appreciate the sight of her tense, with her tits pushed out for him to bend down to lick and taste, pussy stretched full of him.

But the second he started their rhythm, a hard, fast pace driving into her again and again until he was soaked with her, she was throwing it back just as hard. Riding his every thrust, taking him so fucking well.

“Like that,” she gasped. “Yes, just like that …”

His words were lost between the chaos of them and the noise of their fucking. Still, he told her every filthy thing that had crossed his mind from the moment he watched her walk across the floor of the bar.

“Lucky I didn’t fuck you right then, Gigi. Jesus. How’s that cock feel, babe? Who fucks you like this, huh? Who does this for you?”

She didn’t have to say it.

Her wide, hooded eyes, quivering lips, and her body in his hands said it all.

No one.

It was just him.

Knowing that only twisted the possessive streak Lev already had growing for this strangely beautiful woman into something wicked and primal. He couldn’t hold her tight enough, even when she whined from the strength of his grip, and he left red marks from his fingertips behind. The waist band of her fishnet stockings twisted into his fist while his other hand kept her body working hard against his. He couldn’t get enough of her into his mouth to satisfy the desire to taste all of her. Every kiss he laid to her skin was followed by his teeth raking over the same spot. Her moans became music to his ears.

She came riding him like that.

And then he got her on her back, spread her wide, shoved her hands over her head and kept her pinned like that until he fucked her through another orgasm that had her quaking.

He just needed more.

Still.

Even after he’d finally reached his own peak, pulling out to yank off the rubber, so he could mark her skin another way, too, he hovered above her. Stroking his cock through the aftershocks of an orgasm that left him panting, while she trembled beneath him in the same state and realized …

It wasn’t enough.

This woman was a drug.

Fuck him.

He was still addicted.