When he doesn’t remove his fingers, I speak around them. “I’m… yours.”
“I don’t care what fucking happens. You’re not leaving anymore.” He slams into me before I can form any type of response.
I close my eyes at the onslaught of emotions and I feel tears forming behind my lids.
This feeling, this belonging.
I thought I imagined it the other time, but it’s real. Something primal goes through me whenever we’re joined like this.
He’s mine, too.
His harsh breathing. His relentless strokes. His head-turning scent.
All of him.
He belongs to me.
Thrusting into me long and hard, Levi removes his fingers from my mouth to stroke a strand of hair behind my ear.
He wipes a stray tear from under my eye. “I told you no protection next time. I want to feel you bare.”
I smile despite myself. “It’s not about that. I’m on the shot.”
“Thank fuck.”
“And here I thought you were trying to impregnate me last time.”
“Oh, it will happen someday, but you’re not ready for that yet.” He sucks on the lobe of my ear and nibbles down my throat.
I’m too lost in his body against mine to form any opinions about what he just said.
He picks up his pace and I push back into him as his thrusts turn harder and faster and out of control.
With each pound, he hits that sweet spot that drives nuts.
“Oh, God, Levi… more...”
“Mine?”
“Oh please…”
“Tell me you’re mine, princess. Tell me you won’t let anyone else touch you the way I do. Tell me you won’t change or leave me.”
My heart thumps loud at his strained tone and the way he watches me as if my answer will be either his damnation or his salvation.
I open my mouth to say something, but he stuffs a harsh finger into my mouth.
“Don’t lie. If you make a promise, fucking keep it.”
“I’m yours, Levi,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.
And I mean it.
I have been his longer than I’d like to admit.
“Promise,” he growls.
“I promise.”