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My gaze traveled from his manhood, up his torso to his wide chest and broad shoulders, then down again, over his laddered abs, back to where he no longer touched himself. I licked my dry lips when he rested one knee, then the other on the end of the bed and dropped the condom between my legs.

With his hands on my ankles, he spread me wider.

“Eyes on me,” he said when mine drifted closed, imagining how it would feel when he pressed himself against my opening.

When I looked up, he was rolling the condom on, but his gaze wasn’t on mine; it was between my legs.

“I’m sorry our game ended early, Eliza. But I couldn’t wait any longer.” He shifted, holding himself above me with one arm while he dragged his cock through my folds with the opposite hand. When he entered me with one thrust, my eyes opened wide and my fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms.

“Shh,” he soothed. “Relax and let me in, my love. Do not move just yet.”

I held as still as I could, unable to tell which of us was pulsing. Slowly, he eased in deeper. I looked to where our bodies met, realizing there was so much more of him. I doubted he’d fit.

When he noticed me looking, he brought his hands between us, pressed a finger through my folds, then swirled my clit. I arched off the bed, and he thrust again, harder than before. He withdrew almost all the way, then thrust again. This time, all the way. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, waiting for the initial pain to subside. Once it had, I moved my hips, letting him know I was ready for more. He drove into me, setting a powerful rhythm, so hard it lifted me from the bed. He put his hands under my bottom, held the cheeks of my arse, then pounded into me, holding me where he wanted me until I cried out his name and shattered in his arms.

Levi removed his hands, lowering me to the bed, then braced himself above me. Again, I held still, waiting for the cloudy haze of pleasure to rescind enough so I could look into his eyes.

Once I did, he started to move, increasing his tempo with every thrust. I held onto him as he hammered into me. I cried his name for the third time, and he stilled as he pulsed into the condom.

I clung to him differently than before. Now, I wanted to hold him, feel the slickness of his sweat-soaked skin as it melded with mine, not wanting our bodies to separate yet.

He lowered himself and said, “Keep your leg around me.” Then he rolled us both to our sides but didn’t pull out.

With one hand, he brushed my hair from my face, then scattered tiny kisses on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally, my lips.

“This is how I want it to be for the rest of our lives, my sweet Eliza. Whether you’re ready to agree to marry me yet or not, you are mine and I am yours.”

“Levi—”

He silenced me with a kiss so tender it moved me to tears, realizing that, for the first time in my life, I felt loved.

18

TYPHON

Iheld Eliza close while she trembled and shuddered in my arms. I understood her tears. I too was moved by the power of our lovemaking. So much so, that I told her for the second time that I wanted us to marry.

The first time I said it, was the night we met, mere minutes before Saint had walked into the pub. I knew then I couldn’t walk away, regardless of how close they were. My desire for Eliza far outweighed my hatred for her cousin.

Then, she thought I was joking. Now, she had to know I wasn’t. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her fingertips. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Her eyes bored into mine. “I cannot,” she whispered.

“Then, I will tell you.”

“Levi—” Her words choked on her quick intake of breath.

“Let me.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“I said once that our souls yearned to be together, perhaps even before we met, and that is why when you first saw me and I, you, it felt like we were struck by lightning. It was like I already knew you. Already loved you.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“Please tell me I’m not terrifying you.”

She smiled. “Not at all. I could say the very same things to you.”

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