Page 69 of Light Magic

It was a large parlor restroom, with a foyer area with a chaise lounge and a golden framed standing mirror. A little farther was the counter with dual sinks and ornate golden faucets, and beyond that, a closed golden door for the toilet area.

Levi pushed me against the wall and glued his body over mine.

“I thought you were tired,” I said, knowing his exhaustion had taken a backseat to the lust that had burst from the both of us.

“So tired,” he joked right before pressing his mouth on mine again.

I kissed him back for ten seconds, then I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back.

He let me and looked at me with puzzled eyes. I spun us around, pushed him against the wall, and reached for his pants. He leaned into me, trying to capture my mouth again, but I knelt in front of him.

His eyes went wide for two seconds, then a half smirk spread over his lips.

I pulled his pants down, enough to free his erection.

By the light, he was huge.

I closed my hand around the shaft and licked the tip slowly. A hiss came from Levi and he leaned against the wall, as if he needed the support to stay standing.

Hm, I had barely started and he was already like this?

I liked it.

I closed my mouth around the tip and sucked.

Levi let out a string of curses.

I smiled as I took him fully in—a feat, considering how big he was. I started moving, my mouth and hand in sync, working him up.

“So fucking good,” he whispered as he knotted one of his hands in my hair and guided me to take him even deeper.

I let him, but after a few strokes, I took control again, going faster and sucking harder. Levi’s body shook and he cursed again.

Then he hooked his arms around my shoulders and pulled me up. His eyes shone with raw desire. “That was amazing, sweetheart, but that’s not how we’re going to finish this.”

With a naughty grin, he held my gaze as he took off his shirt and pants completely. He jerked his chin, and I shook my head and did the same. Then he spun us around, pressing my back against the wall again. None too gentle, he grabbed my leg, brought it up around him, and slid inside me.

He groaned, I moaned, and then he was moving.

With another groan, he closed his mouth around mine and kissed me, the rhythm of his lips matching the rhythm of his hips—fast and deep.

I had learned by now, there was no other way with him.

And I was fine with that.

So damn fine.

I held on to his wide shoulders and brought my other leg up, knotting my ankles behind his back. At this angle, he went deeper and it was so damn delicious.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my mouth.

He braced a hand on the wall, the other closed around my waist, as he pumped inside me, taking as much pleasure as he was giving. I should be used to it by now, no? To how good this felt, to how hot, exciting, and delicious having sex with him was.

I felt it deep in my veins, in my core, and I had an inkling that a lot of this could be the bond. I had always heard that when you cared for someone, sex was even better. I cared for Levi. I mean, I didn’t wish him anything bad, but I bet the bond increased this feeling tenfold, confusing me.

I played dumb because I didn’t care.

As long as he kept having mind-blowing sex with me, I didn’t care one bit.

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