Chapter 108

***Levi.***

I kissed Kenya with a fervency that mirrored all the hunger within me.

Every kiss I placed on her lips, her jawline and her neck, earned me a delightful moan from her. I pulled her closer, pressing her against me. Not an inch in-between. She trailed her fingers up my back and I hissed inwardly as she touched my wound.

I turned her around, kissing her neck. Pulling down the zipper of her skirt, lowering her bodice. She inhaled a sharp breath, raking my hair, as I tweaked one nipple, pinching it. Our masks long lost.

When I was sure she was naked for me, I placed her on the table. My gaze assessing her naked flesh.

She spread her legs for me, giving me a sneak peek of her 'V', covered by her emerald green lace panties. I lowered myself to the spot, inhaling her arousal. Already wet for me. She smelled good.

I came back up, kissing her senseless. My clothes coming off. I lost all sense, wanting to be inside her.

Down to only my slacks, I lifted my eyes to her, so that I could delve into her, but I stopped. Horror in her gaze. She was staring down at my bandaged side.

"Levi" She gasped, palming her mouth. She climbed down, crouching beside me. "What happened?" She asked, her fingers shaky. I watched her frightened eyes as she waited for my response. I had no idea what to say.

"Please, Levitalk to me. Let me know you." She pleaded. "Was this why you didn't pick my calls?" She was alarmed.

I was speechless.

Sitting on one of the chairs, I pulled her closer.

"Let's not do this now. I missed you and I need you. Tomorrow, I'll tell you everything." I kissed her lips. Tears in her eyes. My heart gave. I hated that she was crying for a worthless man like me.

"Don't cry, Baby. Please." I pleaded. Pulling her closer, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking it. She allowed me, but her initial passion was replaced by her concern for me. I stared at her.

"I can't hurt you by making love to you." She cautioned. I looked at her.

True, the doctors said I needed rest, because of the stitches. But I didn't care. Then I lowered my eyes to my erection. I was hard as fuck.

"I am as strong as a mule, Baby." I informed her.

She chuckled, her eyes wet. I preferred her laughter. She grew thoughtful for a bit, fixing her gaze on me.

"Let me pleasure you, instead." She pleaded. I looked at her, curious.

Kissing me, Kenya eased me further into the chair. Lowering herself to her knees, trailing a path of kisses along my torso. When she reached my covered wound, she kissed the bandage.

Reaching for my zipper, my anticipation piqued, she took out my erect cock. Her lips slowly lowering, until she kissed the tip. The warmth from her beautiful mouth, sent a tremor through me.

I gripped the chair tight, my knuckles aching, as Kenya covered my cock with her mouth. She was tentative, but she took it in. Her mouth warm. I allowed myself enjoy the pleasure, as she began sucking me. Licking me.

I moaned, my fingers tweaking her nipples as she continued to suck me.

There was no way to describe the feeling, as I thrusted into her. She moaned as I reached and fingered her pearl. Her lips gripped me tighter.

Ripples of sweet, torturous pleasure trailed me, climbing me. My entire body aflame.

I wondered where she had learned this, but didn't want to care. I was her forever. I tweaked her nipples some more and Kenya cried out. My name a caress on her lips. I didn't want to come yet. I wanted to bury myself inside her.

Pulling her up, I placed her in my laps.

"Levi" She gasped, her mouth wet with my precum. I kissed her, tasting my cum. Then pulling away, I said,

"If I'm not inside you, now, I would burst in fucking flames." I waited for her permission. Breathless. I couldn't hold on.

She held a weak smile, "But your wound?"

I shook my head.

"You're all I need." I kissed her neck.

Slowly, she leaned in, kissing me. The message that passed through that one kiss was profound. A need so strong that surprisingly mirrored mine.

Kenya was my yesterday, my today and tomorrow. And I never wanted to lose her.

She shifted, lowering herself unto my erect cock. We both gasped as I entered her, slowly.

My wound ached, but I ignored it. Not moving, until I was fully inside her.

Slowly, I thrusted in and out of her. Grazing her skin as she rocked to me. Our pace, unhurried, our sounds, deep.

I touched her nipples, my other hand gripping her waist to me. Not letting any space. Small cries escaped her lips. My finger dipped inside us, playing with her pearl. She parted her lips, gasping.

Our eyes met and I held her gaze, allowing the magic of our passion consume me. For once, I didn't hold back. I didn't resist.

I allowed the unfathomable pull between us take root inside my heart. Because I was aware that if I didn't allow her take center in my heart, I would still lose.

Because from the first day I saw her, my goddess of the night, I had lost the will. I had already succumbed to her powers, even before she had conjured her spell.

Feeling her near her release, I allowed mine rise to the surface. I wanted us to rise to the brink of ecstasy simultaneously. It was time for her magic to take effect on me.

Both of us cried our release. Crashing down from the height of passion. Panting for air. I caressed her bare back, kissing her sweet, wet skin.

I wanted my life with Kenya. My forever.