Take a bite of the Forbidden Love

Chapter 8

The rain continued to beat a relentless, rhythmic tattoo against the windowpanes, but the chill of the storm felt miles away from the sudden, suffocating heat filling Levitt's small living room.

Demetrius didn't break contact, his forehead still resting heavily against hers, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The damp wool of his coat pressed against her, but beneath the moisture, he was radiating pure, unadulterated heat.

"Levitt," he growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. His hands slid down from her jaw, his large, calloused palms smoothing over the fabric of her shirt, tracking the curve of her waist before gripping her hips to pull her firmly against him.

The last of her reservations had washed away with the storm outside. She didn't want the logic of the Goh family mansion, the phantom rules of high society, or the distance they had painfully maintained for four long years. She just wanted him.

"Take it off," she whispered, her voice trembling but certain. She reached up, her fingers fumbling slightly with the wet buttons of his heavy coat.

Demetrius didn't need to be told twice. With a fluid, impatient movement, he shrugged out of the soaked jacket, letting it drop to the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. The blue, hand-crocheted scarf followed, pooling carelessly over the wool. He stood before her in a dark, form-fitting shirt that clung to the hard contours of his chest and shoulders.

Before she could speak, he swept her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly. Levitt gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she anchored herself to his neck. He carried her the short distance to her newly made bed, pressing her down into the crisp sheets, his heavy, muscular frame instantly following her down.

The contrast was intoxicating—the cool sheets beneath her back and the absolute, consuming fire of Demetrius above her.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head, his dark eyes burning with a fierce, possessive hunger that made her core ache. "For four years," he murmured, his lips brushing against her jawline, trailing downward to the sensitive skin of her throat. "Four years of watching you walk through that mansion, pretending you were just a guest. Pretending I didn't want to do exactly this."

A soft, helpless moan escaped her lips as his mouth claimed her neck, biting gently at the column of her throat before sucking the tender skin. The sensation sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her thighs. Levitt arched into him, her fingers freeing themselves from his grip to tangle desperately in his damp, dark hair, pulling him closer.

He stripped her garments away with a reverent impatience, his gaze sweeping over her exposed skin like a man witnessing a miracle. When his hands made direct contact with her bare skin, Levitt shivered. His palms were warm, slightly rough, and utterly commanding as they traced the curve of her ribs, the swell of her breasts, and down to the trembling skin of her stomach.

"You're beautiful, Levitt," he whispered fiercely against her lips. "So beautiful."

When he shed his own clothes, the sheer sight of him stole the breath from her lungs. He was all lean muscle, broad shoulders, and powerful lines—an architect built of stone and fire. He settled between her thighs, the solid weight of him anchoring her to the bed.

Demetrius paused, his chest heaving as he looked down at her flushed, breathless face. He reached down, his fingers gently tangling with hers, locking their hands together on the pillow. "Look at me," he commanded softly.

Levitt blinked her eyes open, her gaze locking onto his dark, intense stare. There was no coldness left in him; he was entirely undone, entirely hers.

"Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me," he demanded, his voice a low, rough plea.

"I want you, Demetrius," she breathed, her voice thick with years of buried longing. "I've always wanted you."

The admission broke the last thread of his control. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of rain and desperate desire, and smoothly, deliberately, pushed himself inside her.

Levitt gasped against his lips, her eyes widening as a sudden, intense fullness stretched through her. It was a sharp, overwhelming sensation, but as Demetrius froze, anchoring his weight on his forearms to keep from crushing her, the initial sting began to melt into a deep, throbbing warmth.

"Easy," he murmured against her mouth, his thumbs soothing the backs of her hands, his hips absolutely still as he waited for her to adjust. "Breath, sweetheart. I've got you."

She exhaled slowly, her body unwinding, opening up to him completely. The ache receded, replaced by a rising, demanding heat that pulsed deep within her belly. She tilted her hips upward, a silent invitation that made him let out a low, ragged growl.

Demetrius began to move.

The pace was slow and torturously deep at first, each thrust a deliberate claim on her body. Levitt gripped his sweat-slicked shoulders, her head rolling back against the pillow as the friction began to build into an agonizingly beautiful rhythm. The world narrowed down to the sound of their ragged breathing, the storm outside, and the sliding friction of their skin.

He quickened the pace, his movements becoming more urgent, driven by the frantic need to make up for lost time. Every touch was electric. Levitt felt herself coming apart at the seams, the pleasure building into a tight, coiled spring that threatened to shatter her. She cried out his name, her voice breathless and raw, as he drove deeper and deeper into her core.

Demetrius caught her cries with his mouth, devouring her voice as his own pace became frantic. He tightened his grip on her hips, lifting her slightly to meet him stroke for stroke, his muscles straining with the effort of restraint.

"Demetrius—I can't—" she gasped, her eyes tightly shut as a sudden, blinding wave of euphoria began to fracture through her entire body.

"I'm right here. Come for me, Levitt," he growled against her ear, his voice thick and possessive.

With one final, powerful thrust, the tension snapped. Levitt convulsed beneath him, a brilliant, shattering climax rippling through her muscles, clamping tightly around him. The sheer intensity of her release broke Demetrius entirely. With a muffled groan against her neck, he drove into her one last time, his body going rigid as he poured himself into her, his own release hitting him in heavy, shuddering waves.

The storm outside continued to rage, but inside the quiet room, the air slowly cooled.

Demetrius collapsed softly beside her, his chest heaving, his arm immediately sweeping out to pull her flush against his side. Levitt rested her head on his damp chest, listening to the frantic, steady thumping of his heart. His fingers traced lazy, soothing circles on her bare shoulder, his lips pressing a tender kiss into her tangled hair.

For the first time in four years, the mansion, the secrets, and the fear were gone. In the quiet aftermath of the storm, they finally belonged to each other.