Page 53 of Wicked Angel
I could barely breathe as he finished, then pressed his mouth to mine so I tasted my own salty sweetness on him.
I usually hated that sort of thing, but with Levi, everything felt perfect. So alive. So real.
As our bodies pressed together, I willed him to slide into me, to feel his familiar fullness.
But he just stayed against me, our bodies moving together as he continued kissing me, his fingers going down my sides and my waist, then back up again as if he was trying to memorize every curve.
But I needed him, my whole body pulsing and begging for more.
Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed him gently, and he flinched before I rolled him onto his back, thighs still braced on either side of him as I straddled his naked body.
Sitting up, I smirked, running my fingers down the hard lines of his abs.
“You’re beautiful, Sweetheart,” he murmured, his fingers going to my cheek and rubbing softly.
I wanted to memorize that moment. Keep it ingrained in my brain forever as his eyes widened while I slid his erection inside of me.
Each inch by exquisite inch was better than the last, and I moaned, relishing in the feel of him.
Normally, I would slam my eyes shut, just focusing on our bodies and the pleasure.
But this time, I kept my gaze locked on his, my fingers grasped firmly on his chest as I rocked our bodies together.
He gripped the back of my legs, pulling me closer.
“You feel incredible, Ariella,” he rasped with each thrust.
“You do,” I managed to breathe as my body pulsed, so close to the brink that I could feel stars pulsing throughout my body.
But before I could reach the top, Levi suddenly flipped me to my back, never breaking out contact as he slid his body against mine over and over again, his breathing heavy against mine.
I gripped onto his back, letting the magic and pleasure flow through me as I breathed him in.
He rasped against my ear, something I couldn’t quite make out.
I wanted to ask.
Wanted to know if he was finally going to say what I’d desperately been holding back, but then his eyes locked on mine, and all the will to speak left my body.
His hands went between us again as he rubbed my sensitive nub, continuing to thrust his hard body against mine.
As I stayed connected with him, our eyes locked, I silently said the words I knew I couldn’t say out loud, hoping it was enough before I cried out his name, letting my orgasm take over.
He followed soon after, his body shuddering against mine before he collapsed on my chest, our bodies tangled together.
I wanted to stay in that moment forever. To just breathe him in.
We both knew what was going to happen soon, and I had to hold back the tears threatening to escape as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“We should probably clean up,” he whispered before placing a light kiss on my shoulder.
I blinked hard, trying to control my emotions.
Usually, we’d lie together until we fell asleep after sex.
Maybe he was just ready to get it over with.
But I gasped when instead of heading to the bathroom, he pulled me with him to the edge of the bed, then slid his arms under my thighs, lifting me and carrying me forward to the bathroom before lightly placing me on the edge of the tub.
