“I need you,” I say, a declaration and total surrender.
In one motion, his hands tear apart the fabric of my camisole, leaving me bare before him. His gaze, heavy with desire, drags slowly over me, lingering and leaving goosebumps in its wake without a single touch.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask in a low, sultry tone.
He grins and leans over me, gripping the back of my neck. He presses his lips to mine before trailing down and over my chest. His lips wrap around my nipples, and he sucks them sharply into his mouth. I buck in response, my back arching as I hiss with pleasure. I can feel his lips rise into a smile as he continues his delicious torment until I’m flushed and panting.
“This view?” He smirks. “Yeah, I’m enjoying it a lot.”
He kisses lower, pausing at my waistband as if asking permission without words. My breath hitches, and I lift my hips. His hands slide my pants and underwear down, letting them fall off the bed, and a shiver races through me as his eyes linger.
“But this view?” he rasps, falling back onto his heels and shaking his head as he looks down at me with awe.
My lips part as my breath catches. My stomach flutters, and a soft laugh escapes me. “You’re staring,” I tease, a warmth filling me from the inside out.
Levi’s eyes light up, and his face softens into a smile filled with something I’m afraid to name.
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “I’m not sure I’ll ever stop,” he admits, his voice laced with raw emotion, every wall torn down until it seems as though he’s as bare as I am, leaving me trembling at how completely he’s letting me in.
Slowly, he removes his pants until there’s nothing left between us. The early morning light reflects every divot, every plane and valley of muscle that looks as though they were chiseled by the gods of some ancient time. He looks otherworldly. My eyes follow down his deep, chiseled abdominal muscles where they form a sharp ‘V’ that tapers toward his hips. My eyes widen, and my mouth goes dry.
“Should I grab? Do you have a condom?” he asks, sounding slightly nervous.
“I’ve got an IUD, and I’m clean.” I swallow, finding my voice. “It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with anyone.”
A shadow falls over his eyes, and his chin dips down.
I know what he must be thinking. Of whom he must be thinking.
“Hey,” I say, leaning up onto my elbows and resting my hand on his cheek. “We don’t have to do this. If it’stoo soon, or too much, we can stop. I meant what I said. I’m not asking you to let go. I’ll understand.”
He presses my hand further into his cheek and turns his head, kissing the inside of my palm.
“Thank you,” he rasps, the edge of pain still lingering in his tone. “But I don’t want to miss what’s in front of me.” His fingers trail across my face, brushing away a strand of hair. “I can’t let my past keep me from my future.” He pauses, his brows drawn down as he takes my face in with his eyes, as though he’s memorizing every detail, and pulls me flush against him. “You’re my future.”
Igasp as he devours me. His lips trail up my jaw and claim mine, tilting my head back and driving me into the mattress, his body hovering over me. His muscles ripple beneath my palms, his size completely encasing me, and a shiver runs through me at the heat and weight of him pressing down. He lines himself up with my entrance, and in one swift press, he pushes his way into me. He pauses, stretching me, letting my body catch up. My breath comes in ragged gasps, every nerve alive, and as I unclench around him, the shock gives way to a burning, insatiable pleasure.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and my body responds instantly, as if it were made to be worshipped by him. “Take every inch. You’re too stubborn not to.”
Slowly, he pushes in deeper to the hilt, until he’s fully sheathed inside of me, and I draw in a sharp breath.
“Good fucking girl,” he grunts. “You feel so good, Tris.”
He peppers my neck with kisses and draws circles around my clit, pulling out waves of ecstasy. When my body starts to writhebeneath him, relaxed and no longer able to lie still with the fullness of him, he begins to move.
Moan after moan escapes me as he pulls out and pushes back into me. The sound of our bodies joining fills the room as he grips my hips and drives into me.
“Yes,” I pant. “Just like that. Oh my God.” My vision goes blurry as he moves one hand down between my legs again, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves. A sob escapes me, and just as I think it’s all too much, his other hand slides up my chest and wraps around my throat. His hips continue their onslaught of pleasure, but he slows, leaning in closer. I look up at him through hooded eyes, panting and breathless.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice ragged.
“Yes,” I moan, pressing my hips up to meet his thrusts, breath hitching as he moves faster.
He groans, and his grip tightens around my throat, not enough to cause pain, but enough to send me to the edge. I reach out for him, and his lips meet mine, stealing the breath from my lungs as I give him everything I have. Waves of ecstasy crash through my body as my orgasm rips into me.
Levi doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, his grip remains steady around my throat as I continue to surrender to him. After-shocks shoot through me as my pussy clenches around him. Completely spent, he grinds in deeper, harder, his thumb picking up speed, sending me to the edge once more.
“Levi,” I cry out, voice trembling as I fall again.
