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He pushes my bedroom door open with his foot and doesn’t bother with the light. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamp on the dresser.

He lowers me onto the bed with surprising care. The second my back hits the mattress, he follows me down, bracing himself above me. His gaze moves over my face like he’s checking for any sign of fear.

There isn’t any.

I reach up and pull him to me.

His mouth finds mine instantly—deep kisses that steal my breath. His hand tugs my robe open and palms my breasts, squeezing with just the right pressure. Then, like he can’t wait another second, Levi dips his head and wraps his lips around one nipple.

He groans against my skin. The wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue flicks and circles—it’s overwhelming in the best way. He spends long, indulgent minutes on one breast, sucking and licking, before switching to the other with the same hungry devotion.

“Oh God,” I moan, arching into him.

Every pull of his mouth sends sharp pulses of pleasure straight between my thighs. I’m throbbing, soaked, and aching for more, and he hasn’t even touched me below the waist yet. My hips roll against his thigh, seeking friction, but he doesn’t give it to me. He just keeps worshipping my breasts like they’re his new obsession, squeezing them together so he can bury his face between them, licking and sucking until I’m panting and squirming beneath him.

By the time he finally lifts his head, my nipples are swollen, shiny, and tingling. I’m beyond wet. My whole body feels electric.

Levi looks up at me, eyes dark and burning, lips wet. “Could stay right here all night,” he rasps, giving one last slow lick that makes me whimper.

“No,” is all I can manage and I slide my fingers into his hair and guiding him lower.

He kisses his way down my body—slow, open-mouthed presses along my ribs, my stomach, the sensitive skin just below my navel.

When he reaches between my thighs, he pauses. He sits back on his heels for a moment and just looks at me, his gaze dragging over my newly smooth skin.

“What’d you do?” he asks.

“I…shaved,” I say, suddenly a little nervous.

“I liked it how it was,” he murmurs, thumb stroking possessively over my bare skin. For a split second, genuine disappointment flickers across his face. He catches himself almost immediately, clearing his throat.

“But I like this too,” he adds. Then he lowers his head and puts his mouth on me.

The first slow drag of his tongue pulls a raw moan from my throat. He savors me with long licks, then zeroes in on my clit with firm, relentless strokes. When he sucks gently, the low hum of his pleasure vibrates through me.

“Oh God,” I moan.

Then Levi shifts his weight, leaning onto his left arm. A low, pained sound escapes him, barely muffled against my skin. I open my mouth to tell him to stop, to not hurt himself—but before I can get the words out, two thick fingers slide deep inside me.

The sudden stretch combined with the firm suction of his mouth on my clit is too much. My thighs tremble violently around his head as pleasure coils impossibly tight.

He fucks me with his fingers—deep, steady thrusts—while his tongue keeps working my clit with relentless focus. Every curl of his fingers, every lick, every suck pushes me higher. I’m aching, completely lost in the heat of his mouth and the perfect stretch of his fingers.

The orgasm hits me hard and sudden. Pleasure surges through my body in waves. He doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting and licking me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I’m a breathless mess.

When I’m done, I fall back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling like I’ve forgotten how to form words.

Levi crawls back up my body and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His erection presses hard against my thigh. He holds me close, brushing hair off my forehead with surprising gentleness.

“You alright?” he asks, voice rough.

I nod, still trying to catch my breath.

He shifts back and pulls his shirt off, maneuvering awkwardly with his injured arm. My gaze traces the broad, powerful lines of his chest and shoulders. Then he settles on his knees between my spread thighs, chest heaving.

The metallic clink of his belt buckle fills the heavy silence. My eyes drop as he drags his zipper down. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes them down his hips.

His cock springs free—thick, long, and hard. At least eight inches, with a girth that makes my want to press my thighs together.