“Do you like that?” he asked.
But she didn’t reply. Instead, she placed her hand over his and moved it the way she wanted to be touched. Levi yanked her hand off, obviously trying to prove that he knew what to do. This was the Levi she remembered. The dominant freak who was spontaneous as much as he was devilish in bed.
He dipped two fingers inside her, pulled them out and licked her juices, then got to his knees and pushed her knees apart. He lowered his head between them and kissed all the way up, till she was quivering, begging him to get there. Levi always took his time.
She moaned loudly as he ate her up, banging her foot on the floorboards, asking him to stop and also to never stop. When her legs began to shake, he pulled away and looked at her with a frown, disappointed that she had come so soon, and without his approval.
“Let’s go,” he said. “Your room.”
“Yes, please.”
They moved quickly her legs weak from all the excitement.
“What if Adam hears us?”
“You think he hasn’t already?”
He looked at her, one final gaze that asked if she was sure she really wanted to do this. There was no way they could undo this if she ended up with regrets. She rolled her eyes at him, in a “just get it over with” fashion.
The rest happened quickly and quite violently. She ripped the clothes off his body and he did the same to hers, impatiently yanking off her bra.
Then he was on top of her. Her head was bursting from the rush, and when she felt him enter her, it was like the whole world stopped. Then it started again, too sudden and fast and chaotic, like a band was doing a live performance in her head.
“Oh hell,” she cursed as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. Maybe it was because she couldn’t recall the last time, or because Levi was very skilled at it, but she had never felt anything like the pleasure that filled her up now. She wanted nothing more than to remain stuck in this moment forever.
Her nails sharpened into claws as her senses heightened and as she felt herself nearing climax, her fingers dug so deep into him that they tore through his flesh. They both came at the same time, bodies shuddering, breaths running away from them. It was the best sex she’d had in years, and she hated that it had only lasted for a couple of minutes and had now come to an end.
Five minutes later, they were both still breathing heavily, trying to find the words to say. Lyra was the one who broke the ice when she saw his shoulder.
“You’re bleeding.” Her face scrunched up in a frown.
“I wonder why.”
She blushed slightly and touched the wound. “I should do something…sorry, you’ll heal.”
“A scar would be cool. Growing up, I always managed one each time I went hunting. Never thought I’d get one from having sex. Besides, it’s not like I’m hurting. The wound is nothing, really. I barely felt it.”
She trusted the last part of his statement, so she relaxed, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re doing this for Adam.”
“It’s not just for him, you know?”
She nodded. Somehow, she knew. It was a sweet gesture, although she didn’t know what it was worth, but it flattered her.
“What do you think he’s doing right now?”
“I don’t know. What do kids do?” He chuckled. “Playing? Sleeping? It’s one or the other.”
She drew circles around his chest, smiling. He must be sleeping because she couldn’t hear a single word from him.
“What are we doing?”
“In my experience, it’s best just to enjoy the moment.”
“Because nothing lasts forever? Because you might leave again?”
“I’m not leaving,” he said sharply. “I’m right here, where I always should have been.”
She remained silent, basking in his embrace. It felt so good to be right here, seemingly without any worry in the world. What would Adam think if he opened the door and found them together like this? But it probably didn’t matter, not to him. He was a little boy—in a few years' time, he probably wouldn’t even remember it.