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So why does it feel like Levi has taken my heart for ransom in exchange?
What is a heart in comparison to freedom?
I guess I’m about to find out.
Chapter 26
Katrina
One Month Later
“Oh gods!” I yell out loud, uncaring of who hears me, even though I know there isn’t anyone for miles.
Levi bites down hard on my bare shoulder as he ruthlessly pounds into me, almost as if he has this urgent need to mark my body in any way he can. Bite marks and bruises are his love language. My body needs to show it’s been claimed since it’s impossible to carve out my heart from my chest to show the whole world his name is engraved on it.
The warm water from the hot springs splashes erratically with each of his thrusts, creating a delicious current to flick against my clit. My arms are pinned up high by the wrists with just one of his hands, the cool rock wall behind me leaving their scratch marks while I continue to bounce up and down on Levi’s cock. My legs keep their hold around his waist, as Levi teases my nipple and ruins my pussy.
It’s always like this with Levi.
Passionate and merciless.
My body completely yields to his dominance, craving his punishment and loving caresses.
But Levi’s seduction doesn’t end there.
With his words of praise, my arousal amplifies tenfold.
“So fucking beautiful, Kat. The way your pussy begs to be fucked. Fucking made for me. Take it all, my queen. Take everything. It’s fucking yours.”
Another moan rings loud in the air between us, and I’m so close to coming undone and shattering in his arms, that I fear the gods themselves couldn’t put me back together again.
“Levi! Levi!” I scream when the head of his cock hits that soft spot inside my walls just right.
My king, now all too familiar with the ways of my body, keeps hitting my pressure point, knowing that it will mean my downfall. I cry out his name again, a familiar black veil covering my sight until an explosion of light pierces it and sends lightning bolts to rack all throughout my body.
Every inch of me feels electrified as Levi pulls on my chin so that he can kiss my lips.
This is also his preferred way of falling over the edge—needing my lips to be on his as he finds his own nirvana. Once he’s come inside me, his kiss morphs from downright salacious to something far more tender. After he’s abused my body so deliciously, Levi always ends it with a kiss that holds a promise—a promise that his heart as well as his body is mine.
He breaks our kiss and releases his hold on my wrists, and begins to pepper me with kisses on every bruise he can find on my body.
“You deserve a better man than me. One that is gentle with you,” he whispers, kissing the scratch marks on my arm and elbow.
I cup his cheek with my hand, my gaze still half-mast with both the earth-shattering orgasm he gave me, as well as his words.
“You are the best man I know, Levi of Thezmaer. You are plenty gentle with me.”
“Your body might think differently. It always looks like it’s gone to war after we’ve made love.”
I pull in the teasing smile that wants to come out, knowing this isn’t the time for jokes since he’s showing me his vulnerable underbelly. Levi fucks my brains out anytime he puts his hands on me, saying the most obscene things that would make even the gods blush, but afterward, he always calls it making love. Anya would call it the world’s best tumbling and I would be inclined to agree with her, but in a way, I agree with Levi too. This is our own way of loving one another. Yes, it’s not sweet, or tender, like most women would prefer, but I’m not most women. I was born from ice, and Levi from steel. Two such people were bound to be different from the fold.
So yes, we fuck.
Hard and brutal.
But it doesn’t make it any less beautiful in my eyes—it’s all love.
Levi, unfortunately, believes that I should be treated like the finest porcelain, that his unworthy hands shouldn’t even touch such a fragile thing, much less manhandle me so brutishly.
