Page 51 of Leviticus
I grabbed a tee shirt and sweatpants from the dresser in the spare room, having always kept a change of clothes there in case one of my brothers needed them, before making my way downstairs to shower.
The hot water sluiced over my body and I wanted more than anything to take care of my aching cock, to cum with the thought of her in my mind. Her submission was so breathtaking and pure it slayed me. But I didn’t touch myself. I wanted to hold off. I wanted to cum buried between her thighs. I wanted to touch her and kiss her and take her higher than she had ever been. For whatever reason, it felt right to deny myself. For now, at least.
I finished my shower quickly and made my way back up the stairs. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her standing in front of my guest room. She was dressed in the same soft chemise she had worn on our wedding night. She was stunning and pure and lovely. I fisted my hand at my side simply to stop myself from reaching out to her and taking her back into my arms and back to our bed.
“Ruth?” I asked quietly, not wanting to startle her.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, turning from the guest room door to see me behind her. “Levi, um…”
“Did you need something?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said with a sudden burst of confidence and resolve I hadn’t seen. “Yes, I need something very much.”
Her words had such sincerity.
“I need you, Levi. I need you to come to bed with me. Not because we took vows or because it’s expected, but because of these last two days. I want you there, laying beside me, sharing space with me, not because you are the husband my parents chose for me, but because you are the man I choose today.”
Her words floored me. I was speechless.
“I stand here, knowing all the things you’ve told me, and I accept your honesty. But more importantly, I accept you. I accept who you are and what all that entails. And I accept this journey you’ve offered me. I want to learn. I want to learn about kink, but I also want to learn you. Who you are as Levi, the Dominant. Who you are as Levi, the man who reads the paper too many times. Who you are as Levi, the brother. Who you are as Levi, my husband. So please, take me to bed, Levi. Please?”
I stood there for a long moment, her words sinking in past the brain fog and the lust I had yet to deal with. And then, I dropped the clothing from my hands and she was in my arms.
I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and kissed her. I kissed her with the passion I felt, but I also kissed her with the new promise I made. The new vow that went unspoken.
Yes. I took this woman to walk through this journey with. For now, until… I didn’t know when. But for now, that was enough.
CHAPTER14
LEVITICUS
I was a starving man, needing to consume her in any and every way I could. I lifted her into my arms, just as I had before taking her against the wall that day. But this time was different. This time, she was not the shy girl, unaware of nearly anything. It was strange. We had been intimate only a very small handful of times and yet this woman before me was confident and open.
Her legs wrapped around me and her arms held on tight, keeping our lips pressed together to taste and tease one another. My hands held her close, touching over her ribcage and around to her back.
“Levi,” she whispered against my lips as she ground her hips down against my erection. If I had been hard before, I had been sorely mistaken. This was much, much harder. Literally.
I wrenched my lips from hers, setting her down on the floor carefully. I waited until she had her footing before stepping back.
“Ruth,” I spoke softly. I needed a moment to get my bearings. I didn’t want this to be the same passion filled fuck that had happened before. Well, I wanted it just as passion filled, but perhaps a little more intentional. My eyes roved over her body. The chemise hid just enough to tease me, to want to uncover every inch of her. Come to think of it, I hadn’t had her completely naked once in our entire marriage.
That ended tonight.
I pulled her close, tasting her lips slowly this time; softly. I drank from her, my hand cupping her face and tilting her head exactly where I wanted her. I kissed my way to her ear.
“You are so lovely,” I whispered, taking the lobe between my teeth and grazing my teeth over it. Her gasp fueled my desire further.
“Levi,” she whispered again. I kissed down the column of her neck, feeling her pulse beat rapidly, pounding a fervent rhythm beneath my lips. I tilted her head back further as I reached her collarbone.
“You are so soft.” My words were spoken softly against her skin. My arm came around her, holding her close.
Slowly. Gently.
My hands moved down her body as I kissed the swell of her breast.
Her hands found my hair, and I groaned.
My hands moved up over her body, finding the curve of her shoulders and the thin strap that held her chemise up. I slowly slid them down over her, pulling the fabric down as I did. The material pooled at her feet, yet I kept my lips on the swell of her breast, my eyes closed. I took a deep breath, breathing in the scent that was only her. Something sweet and something sinfully deep at the same time. It was erotic, and I wanted more.
