17. Eliza

17

ELIZA

I said it, and I'd not regret doing so. I throbbed for him. Chills spread over my body that had nothing to do with the temperature inside the plane. It was all him and the longing I felt.

His fingers toyed with my already hardened nipple, and I hissed.

"Should I stop?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

"Please do not."

He moved his hand between my legs, pressing against the place that ached for him the most.

"Eliza." My name on his lips increased the need I felt exponentially.

"Levi, I want to be with you."

He shuddered, then removed both hands. "My El is impatient. I promise it will be worth it."

For the rest of the flight, I felt as though I was in a lust-filled haze. Thankfully, I had contacted my solicitor earlier. Now, I couldn't put two thoughts together. I'd never desired a man the way I did Levi. I was obsessed with wanting him naked and inside me. And while the intensity of my want made me feel out of control and marginally crazy, there was nothing I could do to ease my ache for him.

We kissed many times during the three-hour flight, driving my desire even higher. "I'm beginning to think you're cruel," I murmured.

"Believe me, I want you no less than you want me."

I pretended to pout, which made him kiss me again.

"I suppose I should be embarrassed," I muttered, feeling self-conscious by my state of arousal.

Levi took my hand and pressed it against his hardness. "If it weren't our first time together, I'd fuck you right here and right now."

I cocked my head and smirked. "On the plane?"

Levi smiled and brushed my nose with his. "Do not tempt me, El."

I couldn't help but wonder if my desire was fueled by his restraint. Was he driving me mad on purpose, or was the attraction between us that powerful?

"Here we are," Levi said, motioning to a waiting town car after we'd descended the stairs to the tarmac.

Once in the vehicle, the anticipation of being alone with Levi had my sex pulsing. Even the stiff buds my nipples had become throbbed, and I was so wet for him that he had to have noticed. Maybe that was the reason he'd raised the partition between us and the driver.

I knew from his breathing and the heat in his eyes when they trailed down my body that he was aroused, maybe just not to the frenzied level I was.

It was the power of the man that fueled that kind of desire. His physical beauty stopped my heart whenever I looked at him, and his strength—God, I'd never been with a man like him.

Not being able to resist another moment, I eased my hand inside his jacket, brushing his nipples with my palm. He hissed like I had earlier and grabbed my wrist, moving my hand down and pressing it against him. I traced the outline of his hardness with my fingers, dizzy at the thought of his length and girth inside me.

He dug his fingers in my hair and plundered my mouth with his, then softened, licking my lips before running tiny kisses from there to my neck. I angled to give him better access, melting when I felt him unfastening the buttons of my blouse. I whimpered when his teeth grazed my breast through the silk of my bra, then nearly cried when he closed my shirt.

"We're here," he whispered. "And I don't want anyone else seeing what's mine."

From my previous visit to Algarve, I knew the Quinta Do Lago was only a few minutes from the airport, but it felt more like seconds since we'd been on the road.

I couldn't tear my gaze from him even when he opened the door, helped me out, and motioned to his home.

"Welcome to Casa Melro," he said, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my palm before turning me and embracing me from behind. He pressed his hardness against me and covered my breasts with both hands, squeezing gently.

"Levi—"

"Shh. Once we are inside, I will give you a tour of the house, and when I tell you to remove a piece of your clothing, you will, leaving it on the floor before we move on to the next area."

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I squeezed my legs together, not that it came close to easing my ache. It only made it worse. "Okay," I whispered. "Um, how many rooms are there?"

"You will be naked long before we reach even one quarter."

"And then what?"

He brought one hand to my neck and rested his fingers on my throat. "There will be more things I tell you to do."

He tightened his hold on my waist when it felt like my bones had turned to mush and I sagged against him.

"Will you do as I say, Eliza?"

"I will." My voice was so heavy with desire that I didn't sound like myself.

"Take down your hair." I removed the band, and when it fell down my shoulders, Levi ran his fingers through it.

"Will you do the same?" I thought back to the first time I saw him and how one of the things that drew me to him was his long hair.

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled when he reached up and did the same, then pressed against my backside once more, tweaked my nipple, and released me. With one arm around my waist, Levi guided me up the steps. The outside of his home, which looked more like the entrance to an ultramodern hotel, was breathtaking.

He opened the door, led me inside, then knelt in front of me before removing my boots and socks.

"You will do the rest," he said, standing to take my hand after he removed his jacket, toed off his shoes, and took off his socks so he was barefoot like I was.

Floor-to-ceiling glass windows bathed the interior in natural light. Beyond them were staggering views of the ocean in front of us and the Quinta Do Lago golf course on the right side.

Levi's arm swept in the opposite direction from where I saw an infinity pool beyond an outdoor seating area with a two-sided stone fireplace. There was also a dining area with a table and enough chairs to seat twelve people. The area was scattered with deep planters full of palm trees, tropical flowers, and vegetation.

"Remove your coat, Eliza," he said once we reached an open living area with two large sectional sofas and chairs big enough to fit two. Unless Levi was one of the people.

I eased my coat from my shoulders and was about to drape it on the back of the sofa's cushions when I remembered what he'd said about leaving it on the floor. When I let it fall, he smiled.

"Well done, El." He put his hand on my throat and kissed me hard. I staggered when he let me go, and he steadied me with his arm around my waist before leading me around a corner into a kitchen like none I'd ever seen. The main floor of my flat in London was quite large, but this area alone was twice its size.

It was done in varying shades of gray and taupe, but besides the double cooktop and sink, the island and counters were bare.

"Your blouse, El."

I unfastened the buttons, wriggled it from my shoulders and arms, then let it drop.

Like before, Levi kissed me, but rather than gripping my throat, his hand covered my breast. With the opposite arm, he brought my body closer to his, then lifted me so his hardness pressed between my legs. When he released my mouth and body at the same time, I leaned against the kitchen island.

"We will make our way back here later," he said, putting one arm around my waist, then motioning to a hallway with three doors on either side and, at the end, opened to the pool area.

If I could speak, I'd ask where the doors led. I was too far beyond capable of uttering a single word.

As we continued walking, I saw a dining room to our left with a table larger than the one outdoors, but Levi didn't stop.

When we came to a lift, he pressed the call button. "This goes to the lower level, where there is a theater, steam room and sauna, and a gym." Once inside, he pressed a different button, and we went up rather than down.

The lift opened to a second seating area with a wall of windows looking out over the ocean.

"Remove your slacks, but leave the panties on."

This time, I hesitated, knowing that when I did, he would see the evidence of my arousal.

"Do it, Eliza, or our tour ends here, and you will not be happy with where I take you instead."

While his words were menacing, they only excited me more. I unfastened my trousers, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. This time, instead of kissing me, Levi put his hand between my legs and cupped me.

"You are so wet for me, El. I should fuck you right here." His palm pressed harder. "You like that idea, don't you?"

My head fell forward, and I rested it on his chest. "Please," I whispered, knowing that no matter how hard I begged, he would not. Not yet.

This drawn-out foreplay, with his demands and dirty words, would result in me having the most powerful orgasm of my life. Maybe several of them. And as much as I wanted him inside me right now, I wanted it to continue more.

He kissed me harder than before, stealing my breath before abruptly letting me go.

"There are three bedrooms on this level, four on the next, one sleeping area on the rooftop, and ten bathrooms. As I'm feeling sympathetic to your need, I will not show you all of them now."

"Thank God," I muttered.

I knew Levi had no intention of showing me mercy when his smile was as menacing as his earlier words.

"This is my favorite part of the house. I predict it may be yours too—eventually." He opened the door to the same wall of windows, the same view of the sea, but in this room, the only piece of furniture was an oversized bed, bigger than any I'd ever seen.

"This time, I will let you choose. Which will you remove, Eliza? Your bra or panties?"

I wanted to take both off, lie on the bed, spread my legs, and beg him to fuck me, but his threat from earlier, about me not being happy with where he took me if I didn't follow his demands, stopped me. I reached behind my back, unfastened my bra, and let it fall.

Levi was on me in an instant, hands caressing my breasts as his mouth went back and forth from one nipple to the other, sucking, nipping, laving.

I cried out in pleasure right before he plundered my mouth like he had with each piece of clothing I removed.

"You tempt me so, El."

As much as I wanted him to give in, I wanted to see where he'd take me next and what he'd make me do once I was naked more.

This time, I was the one to trail my fingers down his arm, take his hand, and back away.

His eyes scrunched. "You like our game."

I shook my head. "I love it."

What sounded like a growl came from deep inside him, and his eyes blazed with desire. "I knew you would."

Feeling empowered, knowing he teetered on the precipice of losing control, I found my voice. "Show me more, Levi."

"Come." Rather than leave the bedroom, he led me to another door, which opened to a bathroom like a small, modern-day Roman bath. Steam rose from the circulating water, and each of the four sides had steps leading into the pool, with seating areas molded into the marble.

The place intrigued me. "Do you leave it like this all the time?"

Levi shook his head. "It is usually drained, but before we left Brighton, I asked one of the caregivers to ready it for my use."

I turned around in a circle, taking in the rest of the room. One entire wall was dedicated to showers, with differing showerheads and other fixtures. While I didn't see sinks or toilets, there were panels built into the walls that could be hiding them if opened.

"You have one more piece of clothing to remove, Eliza," Levi said, approaching me from behind and wrapping his arms around me.

"Will you remove them for me?"

He nipped the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder and pressed himself against my bottom, then slid his body down and knelt behind me. He turned me to face him and brought his mouth between my legs.

"I sought to torture you, but I should've known you'd do the same to me." He slowly lowered my knickers with one hand while using the other to spread me open and lick the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.

"Levi!" I cried out, clinging to him as a powerful orgasm overtook me. I weaved my fingers in his hair as he kept it going with his tongue and fingers. I was bent at the waist, my breasts pressing against his shoulder, unable to stand on my own as waves of pleasure crashed over and through me. Levi wrapped his arms around my legs, lifting me as he got to his feet, then carried me into the bedroom.

He gently set me on the mattress so my head rested on a pillow. "Move to the middle, El, and keep your eyes on me."

When he pulled his shirt over his head, I saw that the top two buttons of his jeans were unfastened and he wore nothing beneath them. He eased the other three loose and lowered his pants, revealing his hardness.

Levi was everything I'd ever wanted in a man—big, hard, and commanding.

He stroked his length with one hand. In the other, I saw he held a foil packet. "Spread your legs," he demanded. "Now, touch yourself," he added once I had.

I was so sensitive I nearly came off the bed. Levi didn't move other than his hand stroking his cock. I kept mine on my pussy but stopped moving, knowing if I didn't, I'd have another orgasm.

My gaze traveled from his manhood, up his torso to his wide chest and broad shoulders, then down again, over his laddered abs, back to where he no longer touched himself. I licked my dry lips when he rested one knee, then the other on the end of the bed and dropped the condom between my legs.

With his hands on my ankles, he spread me wider.

"Eyes on me," he said when mine drifted closed, imagining how it would feel when he pressed himself against my opening.

When I looked up, he was rolling the condom on, but his gaze wasn't on mine; it was between my legs.

"I'm sorry our game ended early, Eliza. But I couldn't wait any longer." He shifted, holding himself above me with one arm while he dragged his cock through my folds with the opposite hand. When he entered me with one thrust, my eyes opened wide and my fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms.

"Shh," he soothed. "Relax and let me in, my love. Do not move just yet."

I held as still as I could, unable to tell which of us was pulsing. Slowly, he eased in deeper. I looked to where our bodies met, realizing there was so much more of him. I doubted he'd fit.

When he noticed me looking, he brought his hands between us, pressed a finger through my folds, then swirled my clit. I arched off the bed, and he thrust again, harder than before. He withdrew almost all the way, then thrust again. This time, all the way. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, waiting for the initial pain to subside. Once it had, I moved my hips, letting him know I was ready for more. He drove into me, setting a powerful rhythm, so hard it lifted me from the bed. He put his hands under my bottom, held the cheeks of my arse, then pounded into me, holding me where he wanted me until I cried out his name and shattered in his arms.

Levi removed his hands, lowering me to the bed, then braced himself above me. Again, I held still, waiting for the cloudy haze of pleasure to rescind enough so I could look into his eyes.

Once I did, he started to move, increasing his tempo with every thrust. I held onto him as he hammered into me. I cried his name for the third time, and he stilled as he pulsed into the condom.

I clung to him differently than before. Now, I wanted to hold him, feel the slickness of his sweat-soaked skin as it melded with mine, not wanting our bodies to separate yet.

He lowered himself and said, "Keep your leg around me." Then he rolled us both to our sides but didn't pull out.

With one hand, he brushed my hair from my face, then scattered tiny kisses on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally, my lips.

"This is how I want it to be for the rest of our lives, my sweet Eliza. Whether you're ready to agree to marry me yet or not, you are mine and I am yours."

"Levi—"

He silenced me with a kiss so tender it moved me to tears, realizing that, for the first time in my life, I felt loved.