Page 21 of Leviticus
“Yes, you were. Don’t lie to me.” I don’t know what made those words come out of my mouth, but they were there and I couldn’t take them back. I watched as he grew tense again and turned to look at me.
In an instant he was moving across the room, his eyes locked on mine. With one single finger pressed against my sternum, he pushed me back incessantly until my back collided with the wall.
“No, lovely. I was not frustrated with you. And hear me now.” His words cut off as he leaned in closer. “Hear me loud and clear. I. Do. Not. Lie. Do you understand?”
My eyes lowered, and I nodded silently.
“I cannot hear your head rattle, lovely one.”
His voice was deeper, like smooth velvet. His words- no, his command- settled somewhere deep within my core and took hold.
“Yes, I understand, Sir,” I answered, unable to look at him. He growled, his body pressing against me from chest to knee, his body aligning with mine so intimately it stole my breath. His knee came between my thighs and his hands gripped my hips. His strength took my breath away.
“Why did you say that?” his voice rumbled against my ear. He was so close. So impossibly close. I could smell the smoky, spicy scent of his cologne and it was intoxicating.
“Why did I say what?” I barely breathed out.
“Why did you call me that?” His words were short, clipped, but it didn’t sound like anger. I didn’t know what it sounded like. I only knew that his hands held me tight and his thigh began to grind against the core of my body. My skirt had shifted up as his leg had slipped between them. The roughness of his pants rubbed against the smooth skin of my inner thigh, causing a heated friction that I couldn’t tell if I minded.
“It’s a sign of —” My voice cut off as his hands shifted me, his knee moving higher, situating directly against my apex, that motion still continuing. But this time, it hit a completely different part of me. A part that made me see stars and forget how to breathe. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped, my eyes popping wide as I looked up at him.
“Use your words, lovely one,” he chuckled, pulling his head back just enough to see me.
And I couldn’t look away. Not if you had threatened me on pain of death could I have looked away from this man, my husband, who held me captive with a touch I had never dreamed of.
“Respect,” I barely managed to squeak out.
“Good.” That single word reverberated in the air around us and settled over me like a drug. “Relax, lovely. Relax and feel.”
My head fell back against the wall as the sensations played over me. What was he doing to me? What was this magic? I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know where to look. Didn’t know what to think.
“Right here, love.” There was no whispering from him, no squeaked out words. No, he spoke in firm, controlled commands that had a part of me answering that I couldn’t explain. But it was a part of me I didn’t fight.
“Eyes right here.” His voice soothed me, yet pushed me further. That sensation between my legs built, the tingling turning into a sensation that carried me away. There was more. I could feel that there was more, but I knew nothing. I was in uncharted territory. My eyes locked on his, the stormy deep blue of them captivating me and holding me safely there in his space. His hands moved up and down my body, following the curve of my waist up to my ribcage and back down over my hips until I was gasping.
“That’s it. That’s exactly it, lovely one,” he murmured softly, coaxing me further into this heated and torrid spell he had cast.
“I don’t… I mean.. I…” words completely failed me as the swirling, tingling heat in my core grew to a fever pitch.
“Shh,” Levi soothed. “Trust me. Trust me and let go, lovely.” With those final words, he lowered his head, eyes still locked on mine, and kissed me. This wasn’t the kiss of our nuptials. No quick peck or barely there kiss. His lips slanted over mine, soft and inviting. I gasped into the feel of him and everything changed.
His lips were no longer soft and sweet. His tongue tasted my lower lip and delved deeper. My head swam as he invaded my mouth in the most sinful, most addicting way imaginable. He teased, he tasted, and he invited my own tongue to play alongside his own.
Tentatively, my tongue tasted the tip of his, and he groaned into my mouth. His hands ran back down my body, gripping my thighs tightly until he lifted me up. My eyes popped open and then closed again as he brought my legs around his waist tightly. His grinding thigh was gone and in its place was his hardness. That same hard length I had felt this morning as he had curled around me now made the same motions his thigh had against my core, against that spot between my legs that made me forget my name.
His lips stayed there with mine, playing with my tongue as I forgot who’s breath I was breathing. Sounds poured from my lips, unbidden and uncontrolled, as I rose higher and higher into the pleasure that he gave.
“Stay here with me. Right here, lovely,” his words rasped out against my lips as he rested his forehead against mine, his lips brushing against mine with every uttered word. His hand pulled my hips down harder against him, the grinding intensifying. I felt on fire. Right there on the edge of something I didn’t know.
“Let go, lovely. Now.” His voice pushed me over the edge of a great precipice. My eyes squinted tight and my hands fisted against his shoulders, my nails digging in of their own accord as I screamed my pleasure and found heaven and hell all in one breath.
I clung to him as my thighs shook and my entire soul left me, only to be replaced with the greatest feeling one could barely imagine.
“Lovely,” he whispered against my lips, pressing tiny kisses randomly as I slowly, every so slowly, came back down to earth. I was shaking, clinging to him, and he held me to him just as desperately.
Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and found his. He pulled away.
And I watched it happen.
