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“I did ask for dessert earlier, and I do feel quite cheated after not getting any.” The look in his eyes reminds me of a lion about to pounce on his prey, and I reflexively take a step back.
Wrong move. He reaches out and grabs me, but I'm not prey to be caught, and he needs to learn he can't touch me without permission. Before he can pull me all the way into him, my blade is out, pressing to his neck.
“I don't like to be touched without permission,” I growl. He doesn't move though, still holding onto me, barely an inch separating us.
He slowly presses into the blade forcing me to loosen my grip as a small cut forms.
“Can I touch you, Lucky Charm?” he asks as I pull the blade away. I catch the sight of his blood sliding down the sharpened edge, and my core clenches. “Can I touch you and make us even?” he whispers as his lips slightly brush against mine.
His breath is warm against my mouth and goosebumps erupt down my spine.
Fuck, it feels good having him this close.
“How do you expect to do that?” I ask him, sounding breathless and needy and hating myself for it.
He pulls back slightly to smile down at me. “Iexpectto be allowed to eat my dessert.”
He grabs me, and lifts me into his arms, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist and my pussy to grind against his erection. I drop my blade as he carries me in his arms. He slowly lowers me onto a bigger table in the back of the room while he kisses a path down my neck, my chest, and my stomach. He isn’t even touching my skin, and my body's already on fire for him. I arch into him, my brain may not know if it wants this, but my body knows I need it.
My fingers thread in his white hair as he makes his way down. He unbuckles the strap that holds my blades, then slides it up the table so they don’t leave my side. In that moment, I feel seen, like he knows my fears and doesn’t want to push my boundaries. My chest aches, not knowing what to do with all these feelings. I freeze when he moves to pull my pants down.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his hands stopping immediately as he looks into my eyes. “I'll stop if it's not okay.”
I don't want him to stop, but I'm not ready for him to see all of me.
“Can you turn the lights down?” I ask. Without question, he gets up and walks over to dim the lights. The hue softens, making the room feel smaller. I prop myself up on my elbows when he looks back, and he raises an eyebrow in question. I nod, my appreciation for him almost enough to have me take this moment further. He slowly approaches me again as his eyes rake over my body in appreciation. He steps between my legs, spreading them around his waist as his body covers mine.
I let out a breath when his lips meet mine. His tongue brushes my lips, and I open to let him in without hesitation. I’ve never been kissed like this. It’s like I’m in a trance, his lips and his body are the only thing I can focus on. His hard length grinds into my stomach, and I swear I’ve never felt this good before.
Moving his lips to my neck, he kisses me softly. “You taste so sweet,” he whispers, nipping my ear before moving down my stomach. When he reaches my leggings he starts to tug them down, kissing every inch of flesh as he undresses me.
My brain feels foggy, unable to think straight. The only thing I can process is that I don’t want him to stop. No guy has ever gone down on me before, so I don’t know what to expect when he exposes me.
I watch his nostrils flare when he sees I don’t have anything underneath, a mischievous smile comes to his face as he stares down at me. Once my pants are fully off, he tosses them to the side without care. His hands spread me open as he kneels, his head at my center causes me to feel bare and vulnerable. But when his eyes meet mine, the adoration in them washes away the self-consciousness trying to overwhelm me.
He palms my thighs and spreads me wide. Without intending to, I push into him. My body already craves his touch, needing something, anything.
His fingers slide between my folds easily, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” his breath fans over my glistening flesh, making a whimper leave my lips.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel good, I just want to appreciate this meal first,” he slides one finger into me, and I clench down.
He groans, adding another finger, and he gets the same response. “Shit, you’re so tight.”
I look down, propping myself up slightly to watch his fingers slide in and out of me. When he curls them just right my head falls back, and I close my eyes as I grind my hips on his hand. “That’s it, ride my fingers, Lucky Charm.”
He’s working me up quicker than any shower head ever has. He pulls his fingers free, and I almost beg him not to stop. That is, until his tongue licks a slow path from my ass right to my clit, circling just right.
“Oh God,” I cry. I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.
“Not God baby, I’m your ghost.” He adds his fingers in again, pumping them slowly and keeping me on edge. “I want to make this so good for you that you feel the phantom of my touch for days. I want you to squeeze those perfect thighs together at just the thought of the pleasure I bring you.” He thrusts hard as he curls his fingers, then adds a third. “I want you coming so hard that when you touch yourself you see me, floating over you.” Thrust. “Haunting you.” Thrust. “Making you scream for me.” He thrusts again and I nearly fall over the edge when he pulls out.
“Fuck!” I say in frustration as I look down at him. He meets my eyes when he sticks his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean. My pussy spasms at the sight. It’s hotter than anything I’ve ever seen.
“Am I your ghost?” he asks. I nod frantically. “Are you my Lucky Charm?”
I don’t nod as quickly this time. I’m not something to be owned. When he senses my hesitation, he reaches up to cup my face. “I don’t want to own you, I want to be part of you,” he says quietly. I nod, liking the idea of having one of these men on my side, especially if he keeps doing what he’s doing.
He bites his lip, and his hand pushes my chest down, holding me in place as he buries his head between my legs. I cry out as the pressure starts to build quickly, then throw my hand over my mouth. Lev’s hand moves from my chest to my arm, pulling my hand away.
