Page 21 of Wicked Angel
My center throbs, begging for more as he moves slowly. Too slowly for my heated body.
I push my hips closer, causing him to stop his movements and laugh as he kisses my shoulder.
“Just enjoy the show, Ariella. Breathe,” he rasps, picking up the movement of his expert fingers, swirling inside of me.
I gasp, my thighs shaking as my eyes drift closed, ready to do nothing but let my orgasm take hold.
“Eyes on the mirror, Sweetheart,” he commands, his voice tight.
His hard length presses against my back, his voice ragged as he continues swirling his digits inside of mine as if he’s trying to hold his pleasure to release mine.
My eyes slowly slide open as I watch my body light up to his, pulsing as my orgasm finally takes over and I moan, calling out his name as my body shudders against his fingers.
“That’s it, Sweetheart,” he growls, rubbing me through my aftershocks.
I tilt my head back to his, taking his lips in mine as I kiss him again, this time even more frantically.
I need him more than I ever have, pulling him back to me as I quickly free him of his shirt, the rest of our clothes disappearing in a flurry between our desperate kisses.
As I lay down, watching as Levi positioned himself between my thighs, something new blossomed in my chest.
Something I had felt for so long, but was too afraid to say.
I knew how, every time he was near me, it was as if my heart beat faster and slower at the same time, and not just because he was inside of me.
It was everything about him—how he surrounded me with comfort and protected me. Treated me like the Goddess I was.
And as our bodies joined together, a burst of pleasure shot through me, stronger than my first orgasm, my body shaking against his.
He held me close, our breathing mixed as one as we moved together, frantic as if we needed more of each other.
I clung to him as if I never wanted the moment to end. I didn’t know where I began and he ended. I’d been so lost until he found me, and now I never wanted to let him go.
With each movement of my hips and breathy kisses, I tried to say what words couldn’t. How he kept the magic alive in me even when I didn’t think it was possible. How everything about him sparked something new in me.
When his eyes met mine, his breathing ragged, and I felt him pick up the pace against me, I knew he was close. That I wanted us to finish together.
He moved his hand between us, rubbing my sensitive area as I gasped, my whole body now on fire as I screamed out his name.
He shuddered soon after, before collapsing onto my chest.
We didn’t say anything, our breathing in sync as we lay with our bodies tangled together.
I wanted nothing more than to remember that moment forever or for as long as he’d have me.
11
I wokeup to sunlight streaming through the windows of Levi’s apartment, painting the exposed concrete walls with a golden glow. For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the feel of the soft sheets against my skin and the warmth of Levi’s arm draped around my waist.
It was the first time in weeks that I’d slept through the night without waking up in pain or panic. My magic hummed beneath my skin, calm and steady like a heartbeat, no longer fighting for dominance with foreign power. It felt right—like coming home after being lost for far too long.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake Levi, and ran a mental inventory of my body. No tightness in my chest. No pressure behind my eyes. No feeling like I might explode at any second. Just me, just my own magic, perfectly in balance.
“Stop thinking so loudly,” Levi murmured, his voice rough with sleep. His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer against his chest. “It’s too early for that, sweetheart.”
I laughed softly, turning to face him. His hair was tousled, his eyes still heavy-lidded, and something warm bloomed in my chest at the sight. “I can’t help it. I feel normal again.”
“Normal?” He quirked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
