Take a bite of the Forbidden Love

Chapter 13

The alpine air outside their private chalet in Zermatt was crisp and biting, but inside the master suite, the atmosphere was thick with a heavy, suffocating heat. A roaring fireplace cast long, dancing golden shadows across the fur rugs and the massive king-sized bed facing the snow-draped peak of the Matterhorn.

For Levitt, the view outside was nothing compared to the absolute freedom settling into her bones. The heavy weight of the past was gone. There was no more fear, no more hiding in the shadows of the Blue Mansion, and no more suffocating guilt. Levitt's Aunt Renee and Demetrius's brother Peter had accepted their bond long before the wedding, admitting they had simply stood back to let the two of them figure it out on their own. Their wedding had been a grand, unshielded celebration of a love that was always meant to be. Now, she was officially Levitt Goh.

Demetrius stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a crystal glass of whiskey loose in his hand. He had discarded his suit jacket, his white linen shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the hard, corded muscles of his forearms. His dark eyes caught the firelight as he turned to look at her, his gaze heavy, dark, and utterly predatory.

Levitt sat on the edge of the mattress, clad only in a silk emerald-green nightgown that draped loosely over her curves. Under the sheer intensity of his stare, a familiar, delicious thrill shot straight down her spine. The cold, distant architect she had admired from afar for four years was gone; in his place was a husband who looked at her as if he owned every single breath she took.

"Come here," Demetrius commanded softly, his deep baritone vibrating through the quiet room.

Levitt didn't hesitate. Knees trembling slightly, she rose from the bed and walked toward him, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. She stopped just inches from his chest, completely yielding, her eyes looking up into his with a beautiful, unshielded submission.

Demetrius set his glass down on a side table without breaking eye contact. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and wrapped his large, warm hand around the front of her throat—not to squeeze, but to claim, his thumb resting firmly against the frantic, racing pulse at her neck. He tilted her head back, forcing her to bear herself to him entirely.

"No more boundaries, Levitt," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rasp that made her core ache with an immediate, demanding heat. "No more running. You are mine. Completely."

"I'm yours," she breathed against his lips, her hands resting meekly on his broad chest, entirely surrendering to his control.

A dark, victorious smirk touched his lips before he completely devoured her mouth. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was a dominant, bruising claim that stole the air right from her lungs. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back further as his mouth broke away to trail a path of fire down her jaw, biting gently at the column of her neck until a soft, helpless moan escaped her lips.

Without breaking the kiss, Demetrius gripped the silk straps of her gown and slid them down her arms, letting the emerald fabric pool around her ankles. He looked down at her bare skin, his chest heaving with a raw, possessive hunger. Effortlessly, he scooped her up, his powerful arms holding her tight against him as he carried her back to the bed, tossing her onto the plush fur duvet.

Before she could even catch her breath, Demetrius followed her down, his heavy, muscular frame pinning her to the mattress. He caught both of her wrists in a single, iron grip, pinning them securely above her head. Levitt arched her back slightly, her breathing ragged, her eyes locked onto his as he hovered over her like a king presiding over his territory.

"Demetrius..." she gasped, her body already slick and aching for his touch.

"Stay still for me," he growled softly, his free hand sliding down her ribcage, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her thigh and forcefully pulling it over his hip, opening her up completely to his gaze.

He stripped off his shirt and trousers, his bare, lean physique casting a commanding shadow over her. When he settled between her thighs, the hard, burning length of him pressed against her aching core, teasing her until she whimpered, restlessly tilting her hips upward in a silent plea for release.

"Not yet," Demetrius whispered, deliberately withholding what she wanted. He leaned down, capturing her lips again while his fingers slid down to find the tight, drenched center of her desire. He stroked her entry with a torturously slow, dominating rhythm, driving her to the absolute brink of madness until her head thrashed against the pillows.

"Please, Demetrius... now," she begged, completely undone, her voice a broken whisper of total submission.

Satisfied by her surrender, Demetrius released her wrists, letting his large hands frame her hips to lock her into place. He leaned down, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an unyielding intensity. "Look at me," he commanded.

Levitt forced her heavy eyelids open, staring into the dark fire of his gaze just as he drove himself inside her in one deep, unyielding thrust.

A loud, breathless gasp tore from Levitt's throat as he filled her completely, the sheer size and heat of him stretching her walls to the absolute limit. She gripped his slick, muscular shoulders, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she anchored herself to his power.

Demetrius didn't give her time to ease into it. Driven by the knowledge that they were finally, legally bound, he began to move with a fierce, punishing rhythm. Every thrust was deep, authoritative, and utterly possessive, slamming into her core with a force that made the heavy wooden headboard creak against the wall.

Levitt was entirely swept away by his dominance. She cried out his name again and again, her voice echoing through the chalet as waves of white-hot pleasure began to fracture through her entire body. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe—she could only feel the overwhelming, solid weight of the man who had torn down business deals and crossed storms just to claim her like this.

"You're mine, Levitt," Demetrius growled against her ear, his breathing turning frantic as his own control began to shatter. He quickened his pace, his movements becoming hard, primal, and relentless, driving deeper and deeper into her yielding heat until she was completely breathless beneath him. "Say it."

"I'm yours... always yours," she cried out, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back as the tight coil inside her finally snapped. A blinding, full-body climax rippled through her, her inner muscles clamping tightly around him in sweet, spasming waves.

The tight sensation broke Demetrius entirely. With a raw, guttural growl that vibrated through her chest, he buried himself to the absolute hilt inside her, his body locking rigid as he poured himself into her, his own release hitting him in powerful, heavy waves that left them both spent and trembling.

The fire in the hearth crackled quietly as the frantic rhythm of their breathing slowly synchronized. Demetrius collapsed softly beside her, but true to his possessive nature, he immediately pulled her flush against his bare chest, wrapping the heavy fur blanket over them both. Levitt rested her head over his steady, beating heart, her fingers lazily tracing the contours of his torso.

Wrapped in his unyielding embrace, staring out at the silent, snow-covered mountains of Switzerland, Levitt finally smiled. The hiding was over. The storm had passed, and she was exactly where she belonged—safe in the arms of the man who ruled her heart.