I recall what Aiden told me the other time and feel horrible for saying what I said.
All the anger from moments ago withers away at the lost look in Levi’s gaze. It’s like he wants to act out on something, but he doesn’t know how.
And I might have said something wrong.
“No. Wait.” I wrap my legs around his waist tighter, not wanting to lose him. “I didn’t mean that.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You didn’t mean what?”
“That all you do is hurt me. You… make me happy, too.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I do, huh?”
“It drives me crazy, but yeah, you do. You take my mind off things and I feel free with you. And I guess, I hate that. I hate how vulnerable you make me feel. I hate that you’re able to hurt me so easily like no one else ever could.”
There, I said it.
My deepest, darkest fears are out in the open.
I swallow audibly after my confession, peeking at Levi through my eyelashes. I barely get a glimpse before his hand wraps around my nape and he crushes his lips to mine.
A strangled moan escapes me as he pulls me into him. My response is just as violent as his claiming.
I get lost in the kiss and the words hidden underneath the animalistic passion.
He doesn’t have to say it out loud for me to hear it.
I make him vulnerable, too.
Unlike me, he gets off on it, making it a strength instead of a weakness.
He pulls my dress all the way down my legs until I’m lying in front of him in only my black underwear.
Tingles erupt on my skin the more he touches me. The more my lungs fills with his scent. The more his pale eyes draw a path down my neck. The more his tongue trails from my ear to my collarbone to the valley of my breasts.
“Oh, God… Levi…”
“You’re not going to challenge me this time?” he whispers in my ear.
I buck against his hand as he trails a path to bring down the only piece of my clothing left. I lie completely naked in front of him while he’s still fully clothed.
“Do you want a challenge?” I breathe.
“I love it when you challenge me, princess.” He licks the shell of my ear and pushes his erection into the soft flesh of my thigh. “It makes my cock so fucking hard.”
“Unbound me,” I breathe out, fighting the tremor in my voice.
He shakes his head.
“How am I to challenge you, then?”
“Your mere existence is enough challenge.” A sadistic smirk tilts his lips. “I like you bound, princess. I like you at my mercy. I like you mine.”
His fingers hover over my folds, threatening but not touching. I might have pushed myself up off the bed, needing any type of friction. Hell, I’m ready to dry hump his thigh at this point.
“You want me to touch you?”
I nod slowly.