Chapter 195

Chapter 195
LEVI

“Master…” she whispered in my ear, her lips brushing my earlobe, hot and soft, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I would have him check… anything else?”
“That’s all…” My words trailed… I almost groaned, embarrassed at the raw desire coiling inside me. I turned to her briefly and mouthed, “I would make you pay for this.”
She smirked as if challenging me.
I hung up the call, my grip on the wheel tightening instinctively. Without thinking, I pulled the car to a stop, my gaze snapping to her. I leaned forward, grabbed a handful of her hair, and drew her face to mine. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, though my voice betrayed more hunger than anger.
Her gaze met mine, and she licked her lips. “I need you,” she spoke.
The rawness in her voice, the look in her eyes—it made me hold my breath. “You have me under a spell, Isabella, and I want to live under this spell forever,” I whispered.
She leaned in, lips hovering a breath away—close enough that I could feel her teasing warmth, the daring edge of her smile. “That makes the both of us.”
My hands tangled in her hair, soft and wild, and her pulse beat fast beneath my fingers.
When her lips met mine, the world narrowed to that single point of contact. Heat surged between us. I sighed against her mouth, hungry, pulling her closer until our bodies were pressed tight. My hands circled her waist, memorizing the shape of her, the promise in her breath.
But then—something shifted.
It was subtle at first. A tension beneath my skin. The air thickened, charged. Maybe it was the effect of everything I had learned today, but I was weary, very. I wanted us married as soon as possible; only then would I breathe in and relax, knowing that she’s mine and I am hers forever and no one can stop it.
I broke the kiss, still holding her close, my hands sliding down to her thighs.
“We’ve got the rest of our life to do this,” I whispered, my voice low, unsteady. “Let’s make our first night as husband and wife perfect. How about we hold in this tension till then…”
She giggled, shaking her head, a sound too bright for the shadows around us. “No… That’s so old school…” she breathed, looping her arms around my neck and throwing her head back, laughter tumbling out like music.
God, she was beautiful.
“But I am old school… I am like ten years older, you seem to forget that…”
She looked at me and bit her lip, so naughty. Then leaned in to whisper in my ear. “That’s why I call you, daddy.”
I laughed, scoffed, as she threw her head back in soft giggles.
Her dress slipped a bit, exposing her cleavage. Those stretch marks on her boobs—God, I fucking loved them. I wanted to kiss them, count them with my tongue.
This woman drove me so insane with desire. I held her waist with both hands, holding it tight, and kissed her neck, tracing her skin with my lips, her heartbeat a drum against my mouth. Her soft moan broke through the silence, and the world felt like it was burning—just the two of us, lost somewhere between desire and madness.
Then my lips slipped down, kissing from her neck down to her collarbone, then down to her boobs. I leaned in and kissed them, both hands finding her breasts and squeezing.
She moaned, shifting so she was on top of me, riding me, taking in the air which smelled like her, so raw. I could feel the strain in my pants—God, I was so fucking hard. Then she started bouncing slowly. I held my breath, my two hands finding her boobs. I wanted to spank her, to have her on a leash, but instead I settled for kissing her boobs, trying to get my tongue to those sensitive nipples I loved so much. I held her ass, my lips on her cheek, finding a way to reach that beautiful nipple I loved sucking.
Then—
Crack. A gunshot.
The sound shattered the moment. A spiderweb of glass bloomed across the passenger window.
“What the hell—?” I jerked back, instincts slamming into overdrive.
Another shot rang out. Isabella screamed, clutching my arm. I pulled her down, shielding her with my body.
“Stay down!” I barked, scanning the dim street beyond the fractured windshield.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, trembling. “What is happening?”
The next bullet hit closer—too close. I didn’t think. I just moved. I threw the car into gear, hands slick on the wheel. The engine roared to life, tires shrieking as I tore down the street.
Behind us, headlights flared.
A black Hilux.
They were on our tail.