Page 46 of Light Magic

“Levi, you’re not helping.”

“Yes, I am. I’m here to train.” He walked to the mat, stood in the center, brought his hands up, feet apart, and knees slightly bent in combat stance. “Fight me.”

I shook my head.

A darkfire bolt appeared in Levi’s hands. It flew toward me and sparked on the floor beside my feet.

“What the hell?” I cried, appalled.

Another bolt zoomed to me, and I had to jump to the left to avoid it. Then a third one at my feet again.

“Stop it! No magic!”

“Then fight me, sweetheart.”

A fourth bolt flew toward my head. I had to duck to escape it.

“You …” I groaned and rushed him.

He smiled right before dodging the punch I had prepared for that damn grin.

I did a series of quick jabs and crosses, all aimed at Levi’s pretty face, but he was damn fast and dodged them all as if he was playing, which I knew he was. It only made me madder at him.

I threw a jab with my right hand. He swiftly moved to the left, but I was ready for him and kneed him in the lower back with my left knee. His eyes became two huge blue balls for half a second, then he stopped the defensive moves and changed to the offensive.

Levi punched my shoulder, hard enough to make me twist my body. Taking advantage of my position, he walked into me, making me lose balance. I toppled, but he wrapped an arm around my waist and knelt down beside me, softening my fall. I lay on the mat, Levi hovering above me, one hand on each side of my head, and his feet outside mine, in a plank that showed off his biceps, triceps, and whatever other muscles a pair of arms could possess.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice faint.

His eyes on mine, Levi lowered his body over me. “Having some fun.”

I gulped as he pressed against me, spreading my legs beside his hips. His stomach touched mine, but he kept his chest and shoulders propped up with his arms.

My body heated instantly, yearning for him.

“Levi,” I whispered, half lost to the need.

He leaned into me, his mouth dragging along my jaw. “Tell me you want this,” he whispered in my ear.

I opened my mouth but couldn’t speak. He pushed his hips against mine, and I felt his hard-on in the apex of my thighs.

“Tell me.”

“I want it.” I whimpered. “I want you.”

So, so bad.

“That’s good, sweetheart, because I fucking want you too.” He groaned and brought his lips to mine.

Lost to the desire, I opened my mouth and welcomed him. His kiss wasn’t gentle, wasn’t soft. Levi was a rough man, and he took what he wanted.

And right now, I was more than willing to give it to him.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him and matched the frantic rhythm of his mouth. He moved, creating delicious friction between our hips.

With deft fingers, he pushed the straps of my top down, and his mouth followed, leaving a fiery trail on my skin.

“Y-you know this is only the bond, right?”

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