Levi’s mouth left mine only to trail fire down my throat, teeth scraping until my head fell back against the pillow. The low growl he gave when I arched into him vibrated through my skin. His hand slid up my ribcage, slow, deliberate, thumb brushing the underside of my breast like he was memorizing the weight of it.
“Amelia.”
He said it like a prayer and a warning at once, rough and reverent. Not Emerson. Amelia.
Then his mouth followed his hand, tongue flicking over my nipple until it drew tight and aching. He sucked—hard—and the pull shot straight between my legs. My hips rolled up without permission, searching for friction, for him.
He knew. Of course, he did. Levi always knew.
His knee nudged my thighs apart, settling between them like he belonged there. The cotton of his shorts and the thin silk of my panties were the only barriers left, and they felt criminal. I clawed at the waistband, desperate, and he laughed—low, dark, the sound of a man who had no intention of rushing now that he had me.
“Easy,” he murmured against my breast. “I’ve got you.”
He did. God, he did.
He dragged his mouth lower, open-mouthed kisses over my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel just to make me squirm. When he hooked his fingers into my panties and peeled them down my legs, the cool air hit me and I shivered. Then his hands were back, spreading me open, and I forgot how to breathe.
He looked up the length of my body, eyes nearly black in the low light of the stateroom, and the raw hunger on his face stole what little air I had left. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice shredded. “Every inch of you.”
I laughed, breathless.
His grin flashed, wicked, before he lowered his head.
The first slow lick tore a moan from my throat. The second made my hands fist in the sheets. By the third, I was writhing, thighs trembling against his shoulders. He pinned them wide with strong hands, holding me open while he devoured me—long, deliberate strokes of his tongue, then fast flicks against my clit that had me seeing stars behind my closed eyelids. When heslid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, I cried out, back bowing off the bed.
“That’s it,” he rasped against me, the vibration sending another shockwave through my core. “Let me hear you, baby.”
I couldn’t have stayed quiet if I tried. He worked me mercilessly, tongue and fingers in perfect sync, until pleasure coiled so tight I thought I’d shatter. When he sucked my clit into his mouth and pressed hard with those curled fingers, I did—coming apart with his name on my lips, pulsing around him, thighs clamping around his head while the orgasm rolled through me in endless waves.
He didn’t stop until the last tremor left my body, until I was limp and gasping and reaching for him with shaky hands.
Levi rose up over me, shoving his shorts down and kicking them off. The sight of him—thick, hard, flushed dark with want—made my mouth water. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking once, twice, thumb sweeping over the bead of moisture at the tip. He hissed, hips jerking.
“Amelia—” It came out strangled.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered. “Now, Levi. Please.”
He didn’t make me ask again.
He pushed my knees higher, wider, lining himself up. The blunt head of him nudged my entrance and we both stilled for a heartbeat, eyes locked. This wasn’t just sex. This was the moment we stopped running.
Then he sank into me—slow, relentless, stretching me open inch by inch until he was seated to the hilt and we were both shaking. The fullness was exquisite, almost too much, and I clenched around him involuntarily.
“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead dropping to mine. “You feel—Christ, you feel like heaven.”
He started to move, long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. I wrapped my legs around hiswaist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. Harder. The yacht rocked beneath us, matching the rhythm he set—steady, powerful, the way he did everything.
Sweat slicked our skin. His chest brushed mine with every thrust, the friction on my nipples making me gasp. I raked my nails down his back, hard enough to leave marks, and he growled his approval, snapping his hips faster.
“Look at me,” he demanded, voice ragged.
I forced my eyes open. His gaze burned into mine, fierce and tender and completely unguarded.
“I love you,” he said on a thrust that buried him so deep I felt it in my soul. “Love you so fucking much.”
The words unraveled me. Pleasure crashed over me again, sharper this time, my body clamping down on his as I came a second time, crying out against his mouth. He followed right after, hips stuttering, spilling inside me with a broken groan that sounded like my name and surrender all at once.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other. He pressed soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, like he couldn’t stop tasting me, even now.
