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“Let’s go with absolutely feral, shall we?”

I swallowed hard as he backed me up against the wall, eyes glittering. Was I scared? Only that I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow morning.

Levi grabbed my blouse and yanked. Buttons flew everywhere, and I was glad I’d splashed out on a set of fancy underwear. Black with pink roses. He didn’t even bother to unhook the bra, just yanked down the cups and sucked first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, biting lightly.

“I dreamed of these tits,” he said. “Sucking them, fucking them.”

I’d dreamed of being desired. Of a man looking at me the way he was right now. Sex with Rudd had been a vanilla affair, and eighty percent of the time, I’d had to sneak into the bathroom to finish myself off afterwards.

“Do it. Do it all.”

“I owe you an orgasm first.”

That was one debt I didn’t mind collecting. We made it as far as the stairs before he bunched my skirt up to my hips, shredded my tights, and pushed my knickers to the side. The man was an artist in every way. He made magic with his tongue, and those fingers did more than paint.

With Rudd, I would have been embarrassed by the moans that fell from my lips, by the mess on my thighs, by my desperation for more, more, more. With Levi, I didn’t care. My fingers tangled in his hair as the orgasm hit me like a runaway boulder, and the crowd waiting outside probably heard my cry.

“Tell me you have condoms,” Levi said.

“Upstairs. And I also started taking birth control. Plus I got tested for communicable diseases after my ex did me dirty, and I swear I don’t have any.”

Levi took a shuddering breath, and that was the first time since his release that I saw him really struggle with his emotions.

“There was mandatory testing in prison, and I’m all clear. So are we…?”

“Yes.”

I fumbled with the button on his fly, but the jeans were new, and it was stiff, much like his cock. He helped me in the end, and hot damn, that thing was even bigger than it looked. But it fit perfectly. He pressed me against the wall as he slid into me, and I wrapped my legs around him as he began to thrust. The moulding dug into my arse cheeks, and my head knocked against the wood, but I didn’t care. I wanted feral, and Levi was absolutely delivering.

“Are you close?” he asked breathlessly.

“Uh-huh.”

Sweat dripped down my back, and the noises I was making were barely even human. The second orgasm rolled through me, and as I tightened around Levi, he relaxed and came too. We were both a mess, but this time in all the right ways.

I leaned my forehead against his. “I love you.”

“And I’ll always love you. Apropos of nothing, what’s an appropriate amount of time for a man to wait before he asks a woman to marry him?”

“What?”

“Too soon?”

“Uh, no?”

He brushed his lips across mine. “Good. I’ll buy a ring and ask you properly, though.”

“O-okay.”

“Fuck, don’t cry.”

“I just…I just have too many emotions at the moment.”

Levi carried me up the stairs and laid me in his bed. Our bed. In our home. We were the only thing that mattered, and we could work out the rest of the details later.

CHAPTER 47

LEVI