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“Levi,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my chest.
He doesn’t respond with words, but his gaze never wavers, intense, inviting.
And I can’t resist. Not anymore.
My fingers tremble as I reach up, brushing a droplet from his still-damp hair. The touch sparks through me, igniting something primal. Before sense can claw me back, before fear can whisper its warnings, I lean in. My lips find his, tentative at first—a question, a plea.
Levi freezes, just for a heartbeat, then he’s alive under my kiss. His response is a silent roar, a surge of emotion that sweeps away hesitation. Our kiss deepens, ravenous. The taste of him—mint and something uniquely Levi—floods my senses. My fingers thread into his wet hair, pulling him impossibly closer. His hands land on my waist, gripping firmly, anchoring me in the now.
Heat rolls off Levi’s body. His hands, bold and sure, trace the curve of my waist before venturing higher. The brush of his fingertips beneath the hem of my shirt sends shivers cascading down my spine. I gasp into his mouth as he finds the soft swell of my breasts, cupping gently, a touch that stokes the fire within me to a roaring blaze.
“Levi,” I moan, the word dissolving on my lips as they move with him. His name is a plea for more, for everything he can give me. My hands, almost of their own accord, explore the ridges and valleys of his chest. Muscle tenses beneath my palms, responding to my touch as if I wield the power to command his very heartbeat.
His breath is warm on my neck, lips trailing a path of heat that lights up my senses like stars in a pitch-black sky. A soft groan vibrates from deep within him, a sound that resonates in my core, urging me on. Desire courses through me, a river breaking its banks, flooding me with need, with want.
The room spins, a carousel of sensation as Levi’s hands worship my body, reverence in every caress. His mouth finds the sensitive skin at the base of my throat, and I arch into him, lost in the dizzying dance of passion and promise.
“Brielle,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending ripples of pleasure through me. “I’ve wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you. You were always mine to claim.”
His declaration is a brand, scorching through my veins, awakening a fierce longing that claws its way to the surface. The sound of my name on his lips is like a spell cast, binding me to him with an invisible thread pulled taut by desire.
“Levi,” I breathe out, a heady mix of need lacing my voice, “I?—”
“Shh,” he silences me with a finger to my lips, his gaze locking onto mine, dark and earnest. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
With care that belies his urgency, Levi’s hands find clasp of my bra. He peels it off of me, slowly, deliberately, unveiling the fevered skin beneath. The cool air kisses my exposed flesh, a stark contrast to the heat of his stare. I watch, entranced, as his eyes devour me, taking in every inch he uncovers.
“God, Brielle,” he whispers, awe and raw hunger mingling in his tone. “You’re stunning.”
The straps slips off my shoulders, and then the lacy fabric lies forgotten on the floor, as if it never mattered at all.
I lean into the caress of his gaze, letting go of the last threads of resistance. My body hums, alive and yearning, every nerve ending crying out for his touch, his kiss, his possession.
“Show me, Levi,” I urge, reckless with want. “Show me how much you want me.”
Levi’s lips trace fire down my neck, branding me with every touch. His mouth moves lower, sending shivers through me as he kisses the valley between my breasts. My breath hitches, anticipation coiling tight within me. He takes his time, worshiping me.
“Levi,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his damp hair. The world narrows to the feel of his mouth on my skin, each kiss a promise of more to come.
His journey doesn’t stop there—his lips blaze a trail over the taut plane of my stomach, stirring a wild need that claws at my insides. A moan escapes me, unbidden, when he pauses just above the elastic of my panties. His hot breath against the sensitive skin there is torment and bliss intertwined.
“Please.” The word is a whisper, a plea.
The room spins as pleasure mounts, each second stretching into eternity. I’m teetering on the edge, ready to plunge into the abyss of sensation Levi promises. My body arcs toward him, silently begging for release?—
The door creaks open.
I look up to see Grayson, standing there, his confusion etched clear across his face.
“Shit, Grayson—” Panic grips me, and I scramble, trying to rise, but I’m tangled in sheets and limbs and raw desire.
“You’re not going anywhere, Brielle. I’m far from done.” Levi’s hand, firm and unyielding, wraps around my wrist, pulling me back down.
“Grayson,” I start, breathless, but my voice is lost in the storm of sensations Levi reignites with a deliberate flick of his tongue against my clit, through the thin fabric of my panties. Words fragment, thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.
“Someone care to explain?” Grayson’s voice cuts through the fog of desire, sharp and disorienting. “Because if I remember correctly, Brielle, you said you wanted noting to do with us.”
I’m frozen, caught in the clash of Levi’s relentless pursuit of pleasure and the piercing stare from Grayson that demands answers. Every stroke Levi delivers is an act of defiance against reason, obliterating my protests before they can form.
