Page 145 of Levi

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I’m right on the edge.

He peers up at me with his big blue eyes.

My hooded gaze peers back, the show long forgotten.

Sweet tension builds at my core.

My leg muscles tense painfully. “Levi, I—I’m—”

He lifts his head long enough to say, “Come all over my fucking tongue, sweetness.”

A few more licks and I’m floating.

“Oh, God. Oh—”

I let go, swept away in a blissful climactic wave.

My head lolls back.

I come.

And I come.

And I come.

My breath is labored, and it takes a while before I find my bearings.

On a long exhale, I peer down at my fiancé.

Levi’s lips pull back into a pleased smile.

My core clenches.

The dangerous expression on his face is enough to make me come again.

“You’re fucking perfect, Jules.”

“I love you,” I say on a broken breath, no louder than a whisper.

“No more than I love you,” he declares.

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