Levi’s fingers tug on my hair a bit more, forcing my chin upward and giving him access to my throat. “Not even in my wildest dreams, Astor. Now…” His green eyes darken with something foreign, and goosebumps line every inch of my body. “Give me this pussy, and come all over my dick so you can finally own the damn thing.”
Fuck.
His lips slam into mine once again, pacing with how hard he’s entering me, and I take his thrusts like the little champ I am. His palms rise up my ribs, and I slightly shiver under his touch.
Levi is relentless, as though he’s running a marathon. I ache between my legs, my gut flipping into the abyss that lies right over my orgasm. His hand replaces mine, thumbing at my throbbing clit and taking his sweet time with it.
I’d greedily ask for more, but he’s got the tempo of it right. Contrasting with each plunge between my legs, it only peaks my release as he stretches me to fit over and over again.
My lips part, wanting his mouth again, but he doesn’t give me what I want, only to watch him enjoy taking me for his own.
I can’t say it’s not equally as amazing or insane.
Levi runs the pads of most of his fingers down my clit this time, leaving no inch untouched, and I cry out, eyes clenching shut when Levi’s hand on my face squeezes lightly.
“Let me see, Astor,” he commands. “I want to see you fall apart around me.”
Following his order, our gazes collide, and I don’t know what he sees exactly, but it’s not long before he’s grunting and pulsing inside me. His mouth collides with mine again, and I see a plethora of stars.
Of only him.
Levi cups my face gently, driving me back into a state of euphoria with him when I touch his side and immediately feel something warm and liquid on his shirt.
“Levi, you’rebleeding.”
He breaks the kiss, glancing down to where my palm just was looking undeterred. “It’s alright.”
It’snotalright.
None of this isalright.
“Why did you do this to me?” I whisper. “Where did you go? How badly were you hurt?”
“I’m alright,” he reiterates before glancing back up at me. And the look he portrays makes it seem like it’s just as painful to speak. “And I promise, I’ll explain everything later?—”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I lightly chide. “Did you rip a stitch?”
Levi flinches as he shifts his weight. “I’ve been waiting to see you for days, Astor. I wasn’t going to think about gunshot wounds while you were kissing me like you’ve been thinking about it for years.”
“Lev, you’rebleeding. Gushing,actually.” I begin to slide off the trunk of the Malibu. “We need to get you to the doctor?—”
“Astor…” He palms either side of my thighs. “I’m not going to die again. I’ve already done that.”
I immediately frown. “What does that mean? Like, for real, for real?”
“I need you to do something for me. We don’t have a lot of time.”
“Answer that question first,” I hedge, feeling my stomach coil tightly. “You didn’t—you’re fine, right?”
“I’m standing here, aren’t I?”
“Were you…” I can’t even manage the words. He’s here, but I can’t think that what Rod said was true. That he left and now he’s back.
Levi sighs. “Astor, I will answer all your questions, but you’re going to be late.”
“For what?”
“My funeral,” he replies flatly as he reaches up to cup one side of my face. “I’m still dead.”
