CHAPTER 29AureliaLeviAureliaLevi #2
Fully pressing her body to his, she left no room for doubt, no space for hesitation. She felt the full weight of his desire straining against her and leaned close, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.
“Would it be so wrong,” she whispered, “if your wife wanted her husband to be hers, in every way, on her wedding night?” Her teeth grazed his earlobe. One hand curled around his length through his pants, slow and possessive.
“To feel you inside me?”
That was all it took for Levi's restraint to crack.
Levi
Levi’s hands were immediately everywhere, urgent and reverent, as his mouth crashed against Aurelia’s in a kiss that demanded and gave in equal measure.
This was reckless and probably too soon. It broke every rule of caution he set for himself going into this.
He didn’t care. Not when she was pressed against him like this, all heat and hunger and wild permission. He had lived through enough calculated moments to recognize when life offered something precious. And Aurelia, his wife , was a miracle wrapped in flame.
He surrendered. He wanted to burn .
She broke the kiss, breathless, her chest rising and falling in heaving waves beneath her lace top. The sight nearly undid him.
Still, he paused, hands gentling against her waist, as his forehead rested against hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, voice low and rough with restraint. “I don’t want you to feel rushed…or regret this later.”
Aurelia answered with action. Her fingers slid his suit jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of fabric. She threaded her hands through his hair, tugging him down into a kiss that was no longer tender, but a fierce and possessive claiming.
Levi groaned against her mouth. She could have asked for anything in that moment, and he would have gladly scorched the earth to give it to her.
Her hands moved with intention, unbuttoning his shirt one agonizing button at a time.
Each one loosened, revealed more golden skin, more muscle she was desperate to explore.
He kissed her again, slower this time but no less consuming, his hands sliding over her hips, pulling her into the hard press of his body.
“I want my husband,” she whispered, voice smoky and raw before sealing the vow with another punishing kiss.
His shirt joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor, her eyes catching the wisps of ink scrawled across the top of his shoulders as she ran her hands over his bare chest. Before she could follow the markings leading to his back, Levi spun her around.
His arm cinched around her waist, his arousal hard against the curve of her backside as he bent to her ear.
“Hold still.”
With his free hand, he found the zipper of her lace top and drew it down in a slow, torturous path. Her skirt followed with the same deliberate ease, pooling around her feet. What remained was a delicate white lace set that left little to the imagination.
Levi’s lips trailed kisses down her spine. His hands came up to cup the full weight of her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples through the fabric, drawing breathy gasps from her as her body arched into his touch. He made quick work of releasing them from their fabric prison.
She was trembling now, the sensations unraveling her. When his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties and found her slick and ready, Levi nearly lost his mind.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured against her skin, one hand working between her thighs, coaxing soft moans from her lips as she moved with him, riding the rhythm he set with practiced precision.
And then, just as suddenly, she turned. Her hands went to his waistband and undid him with a deftness that made his pulse jump. She pushed his pants and briefs down in one tug, and he hissed at the release. Her eyes flicked to him, dark with purpose.
Without a word, she backed him toward the bed and gave him a gentle shove. Levi fell onto the mattress, watching as she stalked toward him with predatory grace, each movement lighting him up from the inside out.
She stepped out of the remaining scrap of lace and straddled him slowly, teasingly, her bare skin brushing his.
Her breasts hovered at eye level, begging for attention.
He gave it willingly, his mouth finding one, then the other, lavishing each with hot, open-mouthed kisses and the scrape of his teeth.
Aurelia writhed in his lap, her hands tangled in his hair, her body pulsing with need. She leaned down, lips at his ear, her voice a silken promise, “I want to take my husband for a ride.”
He came completely unraveled.
With a growl, Levi gripped her hips and, in one fluid motion, he thrust up as she sank onto him, the connection hitting them like lightning.
Aurelia cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden, perfect fullness of him. She stilled, breathing through the stretch, her hands braced on his chest.
Levi was trembling beneath her, eyes shut, jaw tight. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he rasped, fighting for control.
But she didn’t stop. Her hips began to move, tentative at first, then demanding. Fast. Deep. Unrelenting. She rode him like she owned him, and Levi matched her pace, meeting every thrust with one of his own, their bodies locked in rhythm.
Her cries, her moans, her whispered curses…all of it filled the room like music.
When she shattered above him, Levi held on through the storm of her climax, his name breaking from her lips like a prayer. Only then did he let himself go, buried deep inside his wife, taking her in every way a man could.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sheets, hearts pounding and breaths uneven.
Wrapped in each other.
Silence eventually blanketed them, soft and sacred, until sleep took them under.