Page 76 of Leviticus
Suddenly, he growled and pulled, ripping the fabric down the middle with one, two, then three sharp tugs. The few buttons at the neckline skidded across the counters and on to the floor. My dress lay in shambles at either side of me, held up only by the sleeves but laying me bare before him nonetheless. His eyes roved over me, more animal than man, and I wanted him with the same fire, the same passion.
I let the confidence he gave me in that one look wash over me and fuel my decisions. I was not his submissive in this moment. I was not a Daughter of Zion. Right now I was Ruth Temple. Wife of Levi. Levi, not Leviticus. Right now he was the owner of my body; of my pleasure. And I was his goddess.
I reached out, fisting my own hand in his tee-shirt and pulled him forward to me. Hard. He stumbled towards me and I found his lips only slightly awkwardly. I didn't let it deter me. He was mine, as surely I was his and I needed him to feel the same passion and pleasure he gave me each and every time he touched me.
I kissed him with fire and lightning, my teeth hitting his and our tongues battling.
I pushed him away slightly, breaking our kiss, but keeping a firm hold of his shirt. My eyes found his; they narrowed and focused.
"Mine." My voice did not waver. It rumbled like thunder.
I don't know which of us pulled, which of us pushed, but I was off of the counter in the next moment. He pushed me towards the nearest wall, but he wasn't the only one here with power. He wasn't the only one who could feel this way.
I dodged his touch, ducking under his arm and turning him along with me until I could pushhiminto the wall.
"Mine," I repeated with all the pure devotion, the pure desire I felt.
I raised up onto the tips of my toes, pressing against him and pulling him down for another kiss. My other hand found his erection, hidden behind his fly.
His growl only made me smirk and squeeze around his length.
I felt powerful. I felt desired. I felt like the goddess he told me I was.
"I crave you. Lord, how I crave you," I spoke against his lips. It wasn't enough. Never enough.
I released his shirt, still holding him against the wall, though both of us knew he could flip me in a millisecond if he wished. But he stayed. He let me show him my own need. My hands moved over his chest, back down to his erection, back and forth, unable to decide where I wanted to touch or how I wanted to touch. All I knew was that it wasn't enough.
"It's not enough. I need more. Levi!" I growled, almost crying out against his lips as my touches grew boulder, more intentional.
"Take. Take what you need," he groaned back. My fingernails dug into his chest and drug down. "Christ, yes! Ruth. Harder! More"
His sounds, his words drove me deeper, shot me higher.
The growl I released surprised me. I tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, wanting his skin bared to me.
"Let me." His voice sounded like fire and rough sex and all things deliciously sordid in the night. His hand grabbed his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift movement. It had not even cleared his head before my hands were on him, followed quickly by my mouth. My nails raked over his chest, making him hiss, my tongue traced the trails as he groaned.
"Mine," I whispered again. I wasn't ready. I needed this time, this moment, to last as long as possible. I tugged at his fly, opening clumsily and awkwardly yet not caring in the slightest. As long as his clothing left his body, I could care less. I needed to see him, all of him. I needed to touch him everywhere.
"I don't know why I feel this way," I whispered, my teeth grazing over his nipple and making him arch into my mouth.
"Tell me. Tell me how you feel. Tell me everything, Ruth. I crave your words," he all but begged. It was a clear juxtaposition from how Levi was with me normally.
"I need to touch every inch of you. To taste you. To hear your sounds. But it's more. It's …"I trailed off, words evading me as I found his scent at his collarbone particularly heady and inviting. Sandalwood and clear night air and something purely Levi.
His fingers touched my chin, bringing my eyes to focus on his as he spoke.
"You want to own me, just as I own you," his voice was raw, needy, and I saw the fire in his eyes match mine. I nodded yes, just moments before our lips crashed together once more. This had nothing at all to do with kink. This had everything to do with the fact that I was not ready to give up my husband for the life we were expected to lead. I did not know how it was going to work. I didn't want to think on it too hard. I pushed the thoughts away every time.
He lifted me into his arms, his hands holding me close with rough fingers and a strong grip that was sure to leave bruises. I reveled in the thought of such a mark on my skin, given only by him. An idea struck me so hard, I couldn't let go of it. I leaned down to his ear, taking the lobe into my mouth and gently nibbling on it just has he had so often done to me.
"The table," I whispered softly. He groaned and a wide smile grew across my face. I had never been so forward, so commanding. I felt powerful, like I wasn't the woman behind the man, but the woman beside him. As soon as he had carried me there I wiggled my way out of his arms. "Lay down."
The look of slight shock on his face was almost comical, as I pointed to the table and waited for him to comply.
"Excuse me?" he questioned with a smirk. I stepped closer to him, my nails running across the scratch marks I had already left across his chest.
"Lay down so I can ride you. So I can take my pleasure from you and carry you with me into bliss." My words sounded low and sultry, my lips peppering kisses over his chest. A mere breath of time passed between the end of my words and the moment he jumped up onto the table, laying prone on his back.
