Chapter 57

***Levi***.

I breathed, lying through my teeth, because my body said differently.

My truth pulsated in my pants, even as I kissed her. My hands caressing her. I caught sight of her exposed breasts peeking through my unbuttoned coat and it excited me some more.

A gaze crossed her face, which I didn't understand. My mind already finding a distraction from the desire that still simmered in me. And then I heard,

"Take me again." The words came out as a plea. A mercy call.

I stilled, watching her with mild surprise at her request. I gauged her expression, my gaze measured. My lips went dry at the thought, my tongue, tied. Luckily, Kenya found that moment to add a few more words, because I couldn't.

"But" She started, pulling away from my arms, her expression, playful.

Backing away from me, as I amusedly watched her, she continued.

"You would have to catch me first." She finished, turning around and running in the direction of the stairs, leading to the rooms upstairs.

Catching up to her game, I laughed and followed in her wake. My laughter, chasing her. We raced the stairs, with my jacket, hanging over her thighs, as she ran.

She reached the master suite; our room, which we hadn't slept in together, since we returned to Manhattan.

I was amused to this side of her. It didn't take me long to catch her in the room.

Sultrily, she took off my jacket, as we locked gazes. Letting the jacket fall softly to the floor, Kenya backed up towards the bed, her eyes beckoning me. Her body nude, her hips swaying. I shut the door and sauntered towards her, like a hunter. The rest of my top clothes coming off one by one.

Reaching her, I stood before her in my suit pants. Towering over her, raking a heated gaze over her beautiful body. My hand went for her hair and undid the knot, until her hair was free. The beautiful length of her wavy locks, attractive and full. Covering her entire scalp. I allowed my fingers toy with her scalp, her head leaning to the touch.

"Your hair is beautiful, I haven't seen it like this before." I smiled, closing the space between us. She purred, evoking a slight, throaty growl of my own.

I leaned towards her neck, my lips placing silent kisses. My teeth, grazing her neck, her pulsing veins, responding to me. My hands came up to cup her face as I continued to kiss her neck and painfully sucked her skin. A gasp escaped Kenya's mouth.

Ignited by the flames, Kenya intensified the kiss. She pressed her naked body into me, until we could barely breathe.

I backed us both to the bed, the kiss not breaking. I sat down slowly and pulled her on top of me, her naked legs, straddling me.

Her cold wetness against my boxer briefs and my breath hitched. I couldn't wait any longer, because my body was aflame.

"Kenya, are you sure you can take me again?" I asked, concerned. Kenya, breathless, searched my emerald-green, gaze. I don't know what she saw in my eyes; Tenderness? Hunger?

Silently, she boldly reached for my pants, gasping, as she felt my rock hardness. She licked her lips. Sultry. Her eyes held mine, as she touched me. The pain in my gaze, bordered between a painful surrender and pleasure. Because for the first time, timidly she rubbed my shaft. The intimacy, swirling my insides. Her clumsiness, jerking me to a fire.

In a few moments, she located her entrance, her smile devious as she lifted herself. Excruciatingly, Kenya sat back in my lap, this time, allowing herself to be impaled by my hard cock. I groaned.

"Levi" she gasped, delicious pain shooting through me.

"Yeah, baby" I breathed. My grunts, evidence of her tight sheath, clamping me. "Is this what you want?" I smiled, my kiss coming hard against her lips. Kenya whimpered, her knees, gripping me, as she began to move. Her hips, rolling above me, her breasts, bouncing. I leaned in and kissed one nipple, before I pulled it in for one, powerful suction.

"OhKenyaBabyYou are mine. No one else's. You belong only to me." I gasped, my hips pumping her. Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow. Circles. My grunts. Her gasps. My groans. Her moans.

We were so pressed together. She moved timidly above me, her body flexible, as we danced to the rhythm.

My muscles, aching in places I had no idea could ache. Yet I relished in the ache. She was Mine. No one else's. Mine to please me. Mine to wield as I deemed fit.

I hadn't any idea what to expect tonight. But this was undeniably wonderful. A memorable night, which I doubted would ever leave me. Tonight, I felt Kenya's power of seduction and it fascinated me. Scared me, because it only revealed my addiction to her. My crave for her essence.

'*What if she finds the truth about her father?'*

An inner voice stole inside my head. Fright creeping in.

And in that moment, Kenya looked into my eyes, her gaze locked to mine. The intensity that pooled in the depth of her eyes, tilted my world. Frightened me, as we responded in rhythm to the dance of passion. I couldn't hurt her. I never wanted to. It would shatter us both.

And just then, I felt her climax mounting like a pressure of snow. An avalanche, ready to fall. A cry escaping her lips, my name like a gentle plea, Kenya came again. Her orgasm, wrenching her, tearing through her.

Her clamping sheath, clasped me like a set of powerful jaws, and I found my release.

Moments after the steaming passion together, I listened to Kenya's even breaths as she slept. Her head placed peacefully on my chest.

Caressing her hair, naked and sleek with sweat. Both barely covered by the silk sheets, I smiled, contentedly and allowed myself fall into sleep.