Page 91 of Ace of Spades

“Then stop waiting,” I pant. “And take me, Levi.”

He undoes his belt, unlooping it through his jeans in one quick motion.

And fuck, it’s sexy.

I’m breathing ragged when he presses his forehead to mine as he frees himself. His erection looks thick and heavy in his hands. My body responds immediately.

He drags the tip of his cock along the slick heat between my thighs.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re soaked.”

“For you,” I breathe as he continues to torture me. “Always you.”

He lines it up at my entrance, inching only a little bit, before he pulls back out. It’s driving me crazy. I need him to fill me. So when he pushes into me again, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, deeper.

I want to feel him… need to feel him.

He groans low in his throat as he sinks all the way in, his hips pressing tight against my body.

“Jesus, Sienna,” he whispers. “You feel like heaven.”

I moan his name, arching into him, and then hemoves—hips snapping forward in sharp, deep thrusts that make me see stars.

It’s filthy. Fast. Every inch of us grinding together, skin to skin, gasps and growls and broken moans filling the empty garage.

He fucks me like he’s trying to mark me. Each thrust bruising and perfect. Each stroke pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

He grabs my thigh, hikes it higher around his waist. His mouth is on my chest, my shoulder, my jaw, biting and kissing and claiming.

And I want it. All of it.

I want to be the thing that breaks him open and puts him back together.

“I can’t stop,” he pants against my lips.

“Don’t,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

He pounds into me until my body is trembling, my nails digging into his back, my cries bouncing off the concrete walls all around us.

“Levi—fuck—I’m close—”

“I’ve got you,” he growls, hand sliding between us, thumb pressing against my clit in rough, perfect circles. It sends me even higher, faster.

“Let go for me, Angel.”

I shatter at his command.

My whole body tightens, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. I moan his name, desperate and undone, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away.

He follows me over the edge with a deep, broken groan, burying his face into my neck. His release is hot as he spills into me, still holdingme until we collapse against each other, a mess of tangled limbs. Our bodies vibrating from the intensity of what just happened.

He looks down at me and tucks my hair behind my ear, pressing a kiss to my temple in a quiet gesture that saysyou’re mine.

I trace a scar on his shoulder, still breathless, my body humming.

The quiet that follows isn’t awkward.

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