Page 20 of Wicked Angel
I exhaled slowly, letting the tension drain from my shoulders. “It feels good. Really good.”
Levi’s lips twitched into a smile, and he reached for my hand. “Come on, sweetheart. I think you’ve had enough of this place.”
He led me to his office, where a magical door led to his apartment in a fancy neighborhood in Houston. We stepped through it and I glanced around, taking in the familiarity of the place.
It was an open space of concrete and metal, not very dissimilar to the warehouse, but it had Levi’s furniture, a very sleek kitchen, and most importantly: his heady scent filled the air.
Levi turned to me, his gaze intense, and something deeper than just relief flickered in his eyes. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?”
“Not really.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “Are you too tired?” he asked, his voice low, rough with emotion.
I tilted my head, pretending to think about it. “Too tired for what?”
His lips curved into a smirk, but his eyes burned with a heat that sent shivers racing down my spine. He stepped closer, his hands settling on my waist, his breath warm against my ear. “For this.”
Before I could respond, he pulled me against him, his mouth crashing into mine with a fierce hunger. I melted into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as he backed me toward the bedroom. Each touch, each press of his lips against mine, sent sparks of electricity through my veins—my magic dancing in time with my heartbeat, but for once, entirely under my control.
His strong arms moved from my face and down my sides before he gripped my waist, electricity coursing through me with each little touch.
I gasped as his hands firmly grasped behind my legs as he lifted me in the air. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him carry me toward the bedroom, never breaking our lips apart as his tongue continued to electrify mine.
My heart beat wildly as he set me down on the bed, our bodies still entwined as he hovered over me, his mouth trailing down my jaw and to my neck.
“Sweetheart,” he breathed as his fingers swept between us, his touch hot and burning into my skin even over my shirt. “Do you know just how beautiful you are? Your magic is flowing through you, making you glow so perfectly.”
I swallowed hard, opening my eyes slowly to meet his darkened ones. “Am I really glowing?”
I looked over his shoulder at my hand, expecting it to be shimmering in the soft lamp light. But it looked normal, just like it had before I got my magic back.
He laughed, his chest rumbling against mine. “No, sweetheart. It’s not something I can see, but feel.”
With his words, his hand trailed down my chest until it lay between my breasts, my heart beating wildly against his palm.
His eyes stayed on mine as his digits tiptoed down my stomach and then lay between us on my core, already heated even with my jeans between us.
He smirked, a look I’d known so well, and the only warning before he leaned back on his knees and quickly gripped my leg, tossing it over my body as he slid behind me, my back now pressed against his chest so I could feel the hard contours of him against me.
“Do you want to watch yourself glow, Sweetheart?” he whispered as his hands went back to my stomach, then dipped lower, pressing just against the waistband of my jeans.
I breathed hard, following his darkened gaze to the--by the bed, framing both of our flushed bodies.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even speak, just let the pleasure flow through me as he slowly dipped his fingers, brushing the lace of my panties.
The magic already flowing in my veins now pulsed through my body, my heart beating wildly as I stared at our reflection.
I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them free so I sat in nothing but my panties, legs spread before the mirror.
His palm pressed against my center, giving just enough pressure that I let out a small gasp before he pulled away.
I whimpered at the loss of his touch, which elicited a chuckle as he trailed kisses down my shoulder.
“Relax, Sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers slowly trailing my thighs before hovering just above my center.
My body heated. Frantic. It took everything I had not to push my hips forward and will his expert fingers to exactly where I wanted them.
He laughs again, his breath tickling the sensitive skin where my shoulder meets my neck. But that’s not the only sensation that has me breathing heavier as he pushes aside the lace of my panties, arousal already dripping from my center as he dips a finger inside of me.
