I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father
Chapter 176: Unquenchable Passion

Chapter 176: Unquenchable Passion

The threshold of Lyse’s bedroom felt like stepping into a different world. The soft moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains cast a gentle glow across the room, illuminating the delicate details – the framed artwork on the walls, the plush rug beneath their feet, the inviting expanse of the unmade bed. It was the perfect set up.

Lyse, securely cradled in Levi’s arms like a precious porcelain doll, was carried across the room. He held her as if she weighed nothing at all. His gaze was locked on hers, a silent conversation passing between them, a language spoken in the hushed intimacy of the moment that threatened to incinerate anyone within a ten foot radius.

He paused by the side of the bed, his eyes searching hers, seeking confirmation, seeking permission. Lyse met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting the depth of her desire, the unwavering certainty of her love. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down her spine. "Levi," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a breath of air against the side of his lips.

He responded in kind, his voice a low rumble in his chest, reverent and husky. "Lyse." He said as he gently lowered her onto the soft mattress, his movements careful, reverent. He lingered for a moment, his hands still cupping her face, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. His eyes roamed over her entire face and he seemed to be memorizing every detail of her expression, every curve of her face, every flicker of emotion in her eyes.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned down and kissed her lips. It was a kiss that started softly, a tender exploration of lips and breath. But as their bodies met, as the realization of what was about to happen settled over them, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of desire, of a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long, finally unleashed in the privacy of this sacred space.

Their hands moved instinctively, exploring, caressing. Lyse’s fingers tangled in Levi’s hair, pulling him closer as she could not get enough of him, while his hands traced the delicate curve of her neck, the slope of her shoulders, the swell of her hips. The touch of skin against skin ignited a fire within them, a burning desire that threatened to consume them.

They undressed each other slowly, their movements filled with a reverence that bordered on worship. Each button undone, each garment slipped away, was a testament to the intimacy they shared, a symbol of their complete and utter trust. As their clothes fell to the floor, they stood before each other, admiring each other’s bodies. Bathen in the soft moonlight, their bodies glowing with a sensual radiance.

Levi reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of Lyse’s collarbone. She gasped, her body arching towards him. He pulled her closer, their bodies meeting, skin against skin. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through them, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment and she gasped.

Levi leaned down and swallowed her gasp in his mouth, his hands exploring every inch of Lyse’s body, his touch gentle yet firm, awakening a response in her that she thought would cause her to perish. Lyse, in turn, explored the contours of his body, her fingers tracing the strong muscles of his back, the curve of his spine, the hard planes of his chest. Her touch hungry and seeking.

Their kisses were deep and lingering, each one a promise, each one a whispered declaration of love. Lyse pulled away in order to swallow a deep breath and Levi’s lips moved down her neck, causing goosebumps to appear along her skin as she moaned feverishly and moved closer to him.

He pulled away abruptly and Lyse’s eyes widened but before she could register what was happening, he had pushed her back into the bed. Levi looked down at her, and his breath caught in his throat as he stared down at her perfect face.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered and when Lyse smiled, he reached for her.

He had wanted to take his time to kiss every single piece of her skin, and bring her the satisfaction that she deserved before he could partake in the beauty of her body but as he felt her soft skin against him, he knew that he could not possibly wait.

He latched unto her nipples which had been straining against his chest and begging him to taste them. Lyse arched her back, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a soundless scream. Levi’s fingers moved to the other night and he teased them to the point that her legs spread restlessly, her hips rising and seeking satisfaction.

As if knowing exactly what she needed, Levi’s fingers sneaked down her stomach to the juncture between her thighs and he reached a finger into her warm moistness. Lyse almost got off the bed entirely.

Levi raised eyes which were darkened by passion and looked into Lyse’s equally dark eyes which were hooded and desperate.

"You are so wet for me, baby." He said hoarsely and Lyse could feel her insides instinctively clench around Levi’s finger.

He started to pump his finger in slowly, inserting a second finger as he felt how slick she was. He continued with his slow torture while staring at Lyse’s face, lost in the way her face displayed her enjoyment of what he was doing to her.

"Yes baby..." he said softly, "let it all out."

To his surprise, Lyse pulled him closer. "I can’t stand it!" She growled.

"I need you right now." She begged in desperation. "Please."

As she looked up at him, her big eyes pleading he crawled up to her and placed a kiss on her forehead before he started to slip his hard length into her wetness. Levi was forced to stop and take a deep breath, he feared that he would explode if he did not stop immediately.

He was amazed at how she made him feel, he was an experienced man who had been with women more experienced than Lyse, but she made him feel like a teenager being with a woman for the first time in his life.

When he felt more comfortable and in control of his body, he pushed deeper inside her and Lyse’s legs rose to circle around his waist and urge him deeper inside her warm cocoon.

When he had made sure that she felt no pain from their joining, he rocked experimentally and brew a sharp breath at how it felt like an electric shock had traveled the length of his spine to his brain.

But Lyse did not let him stop, she placed her hands on his bum, urging him. Levi did not need any further hints as he started to rock his hips, thrusting gently into her.

"Harder." Lyse whispered in his ears. She did not want to be treated like something fragile which would break at the slightest pressure.

No, what she wanted was for him to fuck her like he had missed her, she wanted him to understand the desperation of the moment for her. When he started thrusting harder, she moaned loudly at the delicious feeling that mixed with the slightest hint of pain.

As they went deep, their groans and grunts turning to a melody fit for the animalistic dance they were in. They climbed up into the peak of their desire together, their movements became more frantic, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Lyse cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and surrender. Levi answered with a groan, his body tensing as he reached his own climax.

They collapsed against each other, their bodies still intertwined, their hearts beating in unison. The silence that followed was filled with a profound sense of peace, a feeling of complete and utter contentment. They lay there for a long time, simply holding each other, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Finally, Levi stirred, his hand gently stroking Lyse’s hair. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made her heart melt. "I love you, Lyse," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Lyse smiled, her eyes sparkling with tears. "I love you too, Levi," she replied, her voice barely audible.

They held each other close, their bodies intertwined, their souls connected.

In the quiet sanctuary of Lyse’s bedroom, surrounded by the soft glow of the moonlight, they had found a love that was both passionate and tender, a love that was destined to last a lifetime. They had weathered the storm, and now, they were finally home, safe in each other’s arms. The night was far from over, but in that moment, wrapped in the warmth of their love, they had found everything they had ever needed.