Page 30 of Leviticus
“If you are, then I would say we are not trying to do the same thing. I’m trying to make this marriage work, to connect with my husband,” she all but pleaded for me to understand. I could see the desperation in her eyes. I could feel it in her voice.
“I am trying to do right by you, Ruth. Can’t you see that?” I pleaded right back. Defeat marred my voice. I couldn’t have stopped it if I had tried.
“I can see that you keep pushing me away,” she tossed back and Christ, that attitude was nearly my undoing.
“Watch your tone,” I seethed. I mirrored her stance, standing and clenching my fists against the top of the desk. She wasn’t my submissive. She wasn’t my submissive, but that fire I saw spark in her eyes drew me in like a moth to a flame.
Don’t do it,I thought to myself, willing her to not take it further.
“Or what?” she slowly drawled, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at me in pure defiance. Defiance I could no longer ignore.
I could not control the way my voice reverberated in my chest, bellowing out in a near growl as I lunged towards her. Desperate to correct her. Desperate to feel her. Desperate for things I was not yet ready to name or define.
In an instant, I had her against the wall behind her, just as I had almost a week ago. Only this time, my hand was at her throat. I didn’t press. I didn’t squeeze. I just let my fingers wrap around that slim column. I let myself revel in the way her eyes went wide and her throat worked as she swallowed audibly.
“Enough,” I growled. My eyes stayed locked on hers. Those large doe-brown eyes looked up at me with a small amount of fear, but that wasn’t what held me captivated. It was the lust I saw burning in their depths that pulled me in. She should be afraid of me. She should be wary of me, pushing me away. She should be screaming at me to let her go.
But she didn’t.
She didn’t call out, she didn’t cower in fear. She didn’t even protest.
Moreover, she didn’t look to want to.
She looked like…
Fuck me.
She looked like a submissive, on the verge of giving over everything.
I shut my eyes tight, leaning in to capture her lips with my own, parting their softness with my tongue and delving deeper to taste her.
I couldn’t focus on that look in her eyes. That look had me picturing her on her knees for me, of her willingly giving her power over to me. Of her being my submissive.
I shook the thoughts from my head, choosing instead to focus on the taste of her. Her lips parted beneath mine and she emitted a sigh that shook me to my core. That little sound spurred me on further. And yet, I couldn’t do this.
I wretched my lips away from hers, pulling back just enough that I could see her face.
“Tell me the truth. Now. Do you want this?” I held my lust tightly within my control, feeling my finger hold slipping on it as each second passed. “Tell me.”
“Yes. Please, Levi. Ye—”
I didn’t let her utter another word. She had consented, and Christ Almighty if I didn’t have an ounce of strength left to pull away from her. My lips crashed against her again as my hands moved over her body.
“My God, your body is incredible,” I murmured against the seam of her lips. My hands moved up and down over her ribcage, down her waist and lower, over and over. Finally, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her skirt and yanked it down, making her gasp against my lips only moments before a groan left her. Fuck me!
“Like that, lovely one?” I goaded, kneeling before her and tugging her panties down quickly. My eyes roved over her naked flesh. I hadn’t taken the time to look at her. As much as I wanted to now, I didn’t have the willpower. I kissed the concave curve of her hip bone and helped her step out of her clothing.
The small whimper she gave as I kissed the opposite hipbone, vowing then and there to explore her more with my lips and teeth and tongue. Just not today. Today I needed her. I needed her voraciously, intensely, almost maddening.
I stood, undoing the fly of my jeans and shoving them down carefully around my hard length before my hand went back to her throat and fuck me ten ways to hell and back if she didn’t flutter those dark eyes and sigh like I had just given her a piece of heaven.
I pushed my own limits, choosing to squeeze every so slightly on either side of her neck, cutting off the blood supply for only a few seconds, but it was enough. She sagged against the wall and groaned. Or perhaps I had imagined she groaned. In actuality, she made almost no sound, but her body told me everything I needed to know.
“Stunning,” I breathed against her as I released my fingers and stole her breath with my kiss again. It was a brutal kiss, and after a moment, she came to life under my hands. She kissed me back with an uncontrolled passion I hadn’t expected. It was raw and completely inexperienced. All gnashing teeth and awkward angles and I couldn’t give a flying fuck. She kissed me back like I was her first drink of water after an eon in the Sahara.
My hands moved down her body, my hands moving over her breasts and down, promising myself to revisit those later as well. Instead, once I reached the base of her ribcage, I moved back up, taking her arms with me as I lifted them over her head and captured her wrists within one of my own. I pulled away with a murmur of approval, looking down at her trapped position. The way her back arched out, jutting her breasts towards me, and the way her eyes found mine, all sleepy and needy and wanton, slayed me.
“Breathe, lovely,” I teased, noting how she hadn’t taken a solid breath in a long moment. It had been meant as a light-hearted comment, but she lowered her eyes and relaxed her stance within my grasp, taking a slow and controlled breath. In. Out.
