Page 97 of Pink

More than she understood.

His hand kept its exploration over the curve of her right breast and across her nipple that had hardened into a tight peak. Her soft hiss when his thumb flicked her nipple had him grinning, but the way her stomach clenched when his fingers danced lower to her navel had his mouth watering.

Already, he could hear the way she’d moan. See her in the throes of her first orgasm of the night. Feel her squeezing the come right out of his dick once he got her on top and let her work his cock how she liked the best in his bed.

“Nobody touches you but me,” he murmured, his gaze snapping up to meet hers. “Nobody, Gigi. You hear me? I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill any man who puts his hands on you the way I do.”

If that declaration scared her, she didn’t show it. It wasn’t a lie, either.

She dragged in a ragged breath, her soapy tits rising and falling heavily. “Then please touch me.”

His fingers tapped just above the hood of her clit, the wet sound bouncing off the walls and then drowning in the rushing water. “Here?”

“There. Everywhere. Just touch me.”

How could he deny her?

Especially looking like she did.

Impossible.

Lev’s hand dipped between her widening thighs at the same time he closed the distance between them to get the other thing he knew she wanted. His kiss. She moaned a prayer against his lips as his fingers worked to fill her pussy. Two fingers, then three.

“Wider,” he urged.

She did, parting those thighs, and her mouth, and even her eyes, too. All of her opened to him, and he found it overwhelming. Her sounds, the way her lips trembled against his with each of his kisses, and even the softness of her pussy grinding into his hand for more.

The speed at which he went from stuffing her full of his fingers to lifting her leg to hook around his hip, so he could fill her with something else shocked even him. He just couldn’t wait any longer, the need to be inside her clawing at his chest in the worst goddamn way.

The relief when he slid into her tight cunt was everything. That pressure building in his chest exploded in a hard grunt that vibrated along her cheek.

Slick.

Hot.

Satin.

She was heaven.

Fucking her was his salvation.

It had to be.

Nothing felt like this.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Gigi?”

“Lev,” she breathed.

“Again. Say my name again. Sing for me.”

She did.

The harder he fucked her, the better she sounded. He finally let her hands go from above her head, and she used those fingernails to send him flying even higher when she scored burning lines down his shoulders. Then, he had her lifted against the shower wall, legs spread even wider so he could fuck her deeper. One hand at her throat, and the other leaving a bruise on her thigh from how tight he held her.

As tight as her pussy was around his dick.

Christ.

Every thrust was another shot straight to his heart. Until there was nothing left of him to give, and the only sound ringing in his ears were her soft whispers, soothing and sweet and oh, so pleased.

Fuck what waited for him.

He was just fine here.