Page 73 of Code of Heart
Aurelia sat at her bathroom vanity, applying her makeup, dressed only in a sheer lace bra, matching panties, and a loosely wrapped silk robe. The robe barely clung to her shoulders, its delicate fabric a poor guardian against the tension humming through her body. She had told herself she needed time to choose what to wear, but really, she was stalling, trying to slow the frantic beat of her heart.
Tonight, she would meet Levi’s friends.His real life, his people.
Through the mirror, she caught her own reflection—the flush high on her cheeks, the uncertain flicker in her eyes. Her pulse fluttered beneath her skin, right when the bathroom door creaked open behind her.
She startled in her chair, spinning slightly toward the sound.
Levi stood in the doorway, tall and utterly still, his eyes locked on hers through the mirror.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and slightly rough. “I should have knocked, but I can’t find…” His words completely trailed off as his gaze shifted—slowly, deliberately—downward.
Aurelia’s brows drew together. “Can’t find what?” she asked, her voice a faint whisper.
But Levi didn’t answer.
He took a slow, predatory step forward. The air around them thickened, humming with electricity as his eyes tracked lower—watching her robe slide farther off one shoulder, revealing the delicate emerald lace of her bra.
Her breath hitched.
It was a bra so sheer it might as well not have existed. Her hardened nipples pressed visibly through the thin fabric, and when she caught Levi’s darkened expression in the mirror, something bold and incredibly reckless ignited inside her.
Without breaking his gaze, she reached up and pushed the robe off her other shoulder, baring herself completely to him.
Levi’s hands found her shoulders in the next breath, his palms broad and warm against her flushed skin. His thumbs moved in slow, teasing circles, his voice a low growl against her ear.
“You’re tense about meeting my friends,” he murmured, eyes locked with hers in the mirror. “I think I know how to fix that.”
Aurelia gasped softly and gave a tiny nod, unable to form words as his hands began their sinful work.
What started as a firm massage quickly became something far more dangerous. His fingers drifted under her bra straps, brushing against sensitive skin, then lower as they trailed along the curves of her breasts, teasing her already aching nipples.
Up and down, he moved with maddening patience. Grazing. Rolling. Tugging.
She pressed her thighs together, desperate for relief, but the mirror…oh god, the mirror made everything worse.
She couldn’t look away.
Couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight of Levi’s strong, capable hands as they pushed her bra cups down, freeing her breasts completely to his touch.
Her breathing turned ragged. Every stroke of his fingers felt like it was tied directly to the pulsing ache between her legs, pulling her tighter, winding her up unbearably.
Levi never looked away from her face. Every gasp, every tremble studied with intense, ravenous focus.
“They won’t mind if we’re…a little late, will they?” she whispered, her voice breathless and breaking.
She stood abruptly, turning into him, her fists clutching the front of his shirt as she dragged his mouth down to hers in a fierce, consuming kiss.
That was all Levi needed.
With a low growl, Levi scooped her up and seated her on the vanity counter, his hands already working at his belt with practiced urgency. His jeans hit the floor in a blink, and then he was there, his hand sliding between her thighs, pushing aside the last barrier of lace.
He drove into her hard, his movements primal and desperate.
There was nothing soft about this—nothing sweet. Nothing other than raw, relentless need.
Aurelia moved with him, her hips rising to meet every thrust, their bodies locked in a frantic, consuming rhythm. They didn’tcare about the time. Didn’t care about dinner or obligations or appearances.
They only cared about the edge looming before them, the inevitable descent—
