Page 17 of Leviticus
“Wait. Leviticus — err, Levi, will you not be staying?” I smiled at her sweet question.
“I thought perhaps you might want some privacy, though if I’m being honest, what I want more than anything is to show you that you are safe within these walls. That no one will harm you while you are in my care.” I kept my eyes focused on hers, willing her to understand just how genuine I was.
“Levi, I trust you. And you’re right, today was more than I had imagined, both good and —- well…” she trailed off and I nodded in agreement. “But at the end of the day you are my husband and I am your wife. Could you at least come to bed with me?”
The bravery it must have taken to say those words after everything that happened today floored me. I took a moment, thinking it over before answering. “If you’re sure.”
She nodded with a smile and I shut the bedroom door, flipping off the overhead light and leaving only the table side lamp as our source of light.
“I typically sleep here on the left, as it’s closer to the door, though if you prefer it —”
“Levi, I’ve never slept in anything larger than a small twin sized bed,” she laughed lightly. “I think I’ll be just fine.”
I waited until she was beneath the covers and comfortable before I joined her. I slipped between the sheets and flipped the lamp off, shrouding us in darkness. I wasn’t accustomed to sleeping clothed. I wasn’t accustomed to sleeping with someone in bed next to me, save the one time Ollie had gotten piss-faced drunk and fallen asleep in my bed beside me. Asshole had damn near peed the bed in his sleep, he was so wasted. But, as this slight thing of a woman, my wife, scooched closer, almost subconsciously seeking me in her early moments of slumber, I let myself relax and enjoy the fact that I wasn’t alone.
I took hold of that thought and let it warm me as I nuzzled closer to her in return. At least one thing from this day was not a complete and utter disaster. I could only hope tomorrow would be better.
CHAPTER6
RUTH
Warmth enveloped me with such coziness that I found myself pushing away the early vestiges of wakefulness in hopes of clinging to that comfort for as long as possible. The softness of the blankets and the warmth surrounding me felt like heaven and I found myself wishing for just ten more minutes of this cozy morning time. I snuggled deeper into the covers until I felt a solid mass of heat behind me.
My eyes popped open as that solid mass shifted and suddenly a heavy arm was around my waist, pulling me in tighter. His large frame made mine feel small; his strong build made mine feel soft. My mind raced, remembering the events of yesterday in quick flashes.
Leviticus. No, Levi.
I was married now.
I was someone’s wife.
Someone strong and tall and handsome and —
Someone who was now shifting his hips against me. I felt his hardness and blushed clear down to my toes. The butterflies that I had felt yesterday were no longer sweet and fluttering, but were something else entirely. Something I struggled to name or describe.
He pulled me somehow even closer, his breath fanning across the hairs at the nape of my neck.
“Mmm,” he moaned against my skin. I felt myself clench deep down within myself at the way his voice seemed to vibrate over me, his hands holding me close. His hips shifted, pressing his hard length against me rhythmically. Our consummation was quick yesterday, thankfully, but I had not given much thought to what it would be like in our marriage bed. I suppose I thought it would be the same. Him lying on top of me thrusting until he found his climax. This did not feel the same whatsoever. The way he held me close and moved against me felt sensual. Like running your fingers along your skin in a perfectly hot bath. Almost decadent and soothing ,while at the same time new and exciting.
“Leviticus?” I murmured softly, trying to gently extract myself from his embrace. His arm was like a steel band across my midsection, not letting me move.
“Leviticus, are you awake?” I tried again. He murmured in protestation, his arm shifting around me, his hand coming up to cup my breast.
If I had thought his arms around me and his slow, grinding motions were decadent, I was wrong. Yes, they were decadent, but his hand on my breast, cupping me, his thumb brushing against my nipple, was something entirely different. My nipple hardened beneath his touch and I gasped, frozen still under his touch. I felt dizzy and warm, overly so.
“Mmm, yes.” He more growled than spoke, his hips beginning to move more intentionally against me and his fingers now plucking at my stiffened peak. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me, or the way my body arched of its own accord, seemingly against my own thought.
Suddenly, his hands were no longer soft and gentle. His other hand slid underneath my side and gripped the curve of my hip, tilting me back further and deepening my arch. His fingers on my nipple tugged and pinched, making stars dance behind my eyes.
“So soft.” His breath brushed over the tiny baby hairs at the back of my neck, making me shiver. “Mmm, yes, wiggle just like that.”
“Um, Leviticus?” I tried again, feeling my cheeks heat in embarrassment even while my core clenched and tingled in a way I was unfamiliar with.
“Hmm?” He grumbled as he pressed against me harder, his hips thrusting against my softness.
“Leviticus?” I tried again. My voice sounded deeper, more breathy, and for the life of me I could not get the blushing under control. I tried once more. “Leviticus!”
I felt the change in his body; the way he tensed and his movements stopped abruptly. His hands pulled away from my body as he swore under his breath. I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful that he was now fully awake and cognizant, or if I should be disappointed that his touch had stopped.
