"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "God, yes, Levi?—"
"Good girl." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, somehow sweet even as his cock drove into me again and again. "Such a good girl for me. Going to make you come so hard. Going to make you feel so good." He shifted, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, and the new angle made me scream. He was so deep like this, hitting spots that sent bolts of pleasure ricocheting through my entire body. His hand slipped between us, finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched his thrusts.
"Come on, gorgeous," he encouraged, his rhythm increasing. "I can feel you getting close. Feel how tight you're squeezing me. Let go for me. I've got you." I came with his name on my lips, my whole body arching off the mattress, my inner walls clamping down on him so hard he cursed. He fucked me through it, drawing out my pleasure, his hips never faltering even as I shook apart beneath him.
"Beautiful," he breathed, watching my face with something like awe. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come. Could watch you fall apart forever."
But he wasn't done.
Before I'd even caught my breath, he was pulling out, flipping me onto my stomach with a strength that surprised me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling them up, and then he was sinking back into me from behind, and the angle was completely different—deeper, more intense, making me cry out into the pillow.
"Want to feel you come again," he said, draping himself over my back, his mouth at my ear. "Want to feel you squeeze my knot when I lock inside you. Can you do that for me? Can you give me one more?"
"Yes—" I sobbed, already feeling another orgasm building. "Yes, Levi, please?—"
He fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass, his cock driving deep with every thrust. I could feel his knot starting to form, catching at my entrance, stretching me wider with each stroke. The pressure was intense, overwhelming, and I pushed back against him, desperate to take it.
"That's it," he panted, his pace increasing. "Feel my knot? Feel how big it's getting? Going to lock inside you. Going to fill you up. You want that?"
"Please—please—" His hand snaked around to find my clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles, and I felt myself hurtling toward the edge. His knot caught one more time, stretching me impossibly wide, and then it popped past my rim and locked into place.
We came together. The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my inner walls clamping down on his knot, milking his cock as he roared behind me. I felt him spill inside me, hot pulse after hot pulse, filling me up, the knot keeping every drop locked inside. The pleasure seemed to go on forever, endless waves crashing over me until I thought I might drown in it.
"Fuck," Levi gasped, collapsing onto my back, his weight a welcome pressure. "Oh fuck, Daphne, that was—you're—holy shit."
I laughed weakly, my face still buried in the pillow. "Eloquent."
"Shut up, my brain isn't working right now." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, nuzzling against my skin. "You broke it. You broke my brain with your magical pussy."
"Levi!" I laughed harder, and the motion made us both groan as his knot shifted inside me.
"What? It's true." He was grinning against my skin, I could feel it. "I'm going to petition to live inside you. Just stay here forever. It's warm and nice and I never want to leave."
"You're ridiculous," I said, but I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
"You love it." He shot back.
"I do," I admitted, and felt him still behind me—felt something shift in the air between us. "I love you, Levi. So much."
"Yeah?" His voice was softer now, vulnerable in a way that made my chest ache. "You mean that?"
"With everything I am." He was quiet for a moment, and I felt something wet against my shoulder—tears, I realized, as he pressed his face against my skin.
"I love you too," he whispered. "I love you so much I don't know what to do with it sometimes. It's too big. It doesn't fit inside me."
"Then let some of it out," I said softly. "Mark me, Levi. Make me yours." He shifted, turning me in his arms as much as the knot would allow, until we were facing each other on our sides. His eyes were bright with tears, his smile trembling at the edges.
“Such a good girl you are.” He leaned in, his mouth finding the spot just below Oliver's mark on the right side of my neck. His breath was warm against my skin, his lips soft.
"I've dreamed about this," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "Every night. Marking you. Waking up and seeing my bite on your skin. Knowing you're mine."
"Then stop dreaming," I murmured. "And make it real." His teeth broke through my skin, and the bond that snapped into place was like being flooded with sunlight.
Warm. Bright. Joyful. I could feel Levi's happiness pouring through the connection—his boundless enthusiasm, his fierce devotion, his desperate hope that he could be enough for me. Where Oliver was steady gold and Garrett was solid earth, Levi was sunshine—brilliant and warm and impossible to look away from.
When he released my neck, there were tears streaming down both our faces.
"Your turn," he said, his voice cracking. "Please." I bit into his shoulder with all the love I had for him, tasting copper and salt and something sweet—like happiness, I thought deliriously. Like Levi had somehow made even his blood taste like joy. The bond completed itself, solidified into something permanent and unbreakable. A golden thread connecting us forever.
