Chapter 24 Galilee #3

and kissed her thoroughly, his tongue stroking deep into her mouth. Gali moaned against his lips and pressed herself closer

to him, all the swathes of her wet, slick skin. He tasted like pouring fire. She gasped as he stepped into the shower and

backed her up against the wall, dragging his kisses along her jaw and down her neck. His teeth scored her throat, and her

body arched with sharp pleasure. Gali wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed all the skin on his face she could reach,

the deep brown and the pale patches.

“Your hair’s going to get wet,” she said, licking his ear.

A low rumble sounded in the back of his throat, then he lifted her up and out of the shower, setting her down on the stone tile.

Gali shook water out of her face and stared at how the wet fabric clung to Levi’s body, the shirt hanging off his chest and slicking to his abs, his thighs and the hard length of his erection easily visible through the soaked pants.

He gave her an amused look as he wrapped her in a towel. “Enjoying yourself?”

Gali winked, bold and certain again. “Sure hope I’m about to.”

God, his laugh was wonderful. Her heart raced against her ribs, her body tight and wet with anticipation. She didn’t care

about Lucifer—all that was broken by lies and torture and secrets as old as her life. Gali planned to steal this moment with

Levi, then she’d leave this old house and the princes in it and the troubling gardens, and she would return to her forests

and her family, make her repairs there before returning to her loft in Salvation and her life with Bonbon and Oriak?. The

princes would return to Hell with Lucifer, and they’d have to leave her alone now that she’d fixed their hellgate. All the

scores were settled, all the ledgers balanced. Lucifer wouldn’t come after her this time because she would tell him not to.

Even the Devil had to have limits.

Leviathan stood behind her and started drying her off slowly, like he was worshipping her body. It immediately drove Gali

to distraction, but she wondered—would it hurt Lucifer if she fucked his prince? She almost hoped so. Maybe that would stop

him from coming after her. Maybe doing this was the only thing that would keep them away from each other. Maybe Galilee was

just a monster now, doing monstrous things, starting with this. Levi was squeezing her hair gently in the towel, his chest

a heated wall at her back. Gali took a deep breath. The air between them felt like it was a plucked string, vibrating with

intensity.

“You’re a goddamn tease,” she said.

He chuckled and let go of her hair, then Gali felt his hand slide over her rib cage to cup her breast, the weight of it heavy

in his warm palm. His voice slid against the shell of her ear, silk falling in sheets. “Is this what you want?”

His damp thumb caressed her tight nipple, and Gali let out a soft cry, her knees weakening at the fierce jolt of pleasure that stabbed through her. Levi slid his other arm around her waist, holding her up.

“Would you like my mouth instead? My teeth?”

“Bastard.” Gali pushed her ass back against his erection and rolled her hips, dragging another rumble out of his chest.

“I did plan to take you to bed first, but I don’t think you can wait.” The prince rolled her nipple with one hand as he slid

the other down her stomach, and Gali whimpered, widening her legs. She could feel Levi’s wet clothes against her back, but

she didn’t care, because drunk electricity was singing over her skin, and his fingers were so close, and she was so wet and

wanting with all the new power she had.

“Greedy,” he murmured.

“Please,” she panted, her head falling back on his shoulder. “Please touch me.”

“Finally you say it.” Leviathan slipped his hand between her legs, and Gali let out a small scream as his fingers brushed

against her clit.

“Ah, Galilee.” The prince’s voice was thick with lust and wonder. “You’re soaking.”

He slid his fingers along her slit, and Gali writhed against him, whimpers bubbling up her throat. Levi made soothing sounds

in her ear. “I know. I’m going to take care of you now.” He circled her clit, stroking the base of it with the pads of his

fingers, and Gali gasped as sharp pleasure flashed through her.

“Just like that,” she said. “Aw, fuck, Levi, just like that.”

“You’re going to come quickly, aren’t you?” He kissed her neck, and his locs spilled over her shoulder as he kept stroking.

“Just a little one to take the edge off, yes, Galilee? You’ll come for me, right here on my hand like this, and then I’ll

take you to bed.”

The pleasure was climbing in Gali’s body, tight, sweet spikes shooting up from under Levi’s hand, his words licking her skin like hundreds of tongues.

“You’re such a good girl. So wet. So hot, so fucking perfect.

” His fingers tightened on her nipple and fluttered firmly against her clit, faster than humanly possible.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered, smooth and rich and filthy. “Come for me now.”

Gali was a shattering wave, cresting so fast she couldn’t even announce it, she was simply splintering on Levi’s hand as her

body shook and shook. She cried out in release, and it sounded perilously close to a sob. Levi took his hands away gently

but kept her leaning on him as he wrapped her in the towel and kissed her temple. “Go lie down,” he told her. “I’ll change

out of these clothes and join you.”

“Give me a second,” Gali joked. “I’m not sure I can walk yet.”

She let out a yelp as Levi swung her up into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom, putting her gently on the bed.

“I could’ve managed!”

Levi straightened up and looked down at her, amused. “Sure, you could’ve.” His voice was light, but Gali saw the strain hiding

on his face, the lines at the corners of his eyes.

“You good?” she asked.

Sharp hunger replaced whatever he’d been thinking, and Levi gave her a grin. “I’m not done touching you, Galilee.”

She could tell he still needed a minute. “Hurry back then.”

Levi winked and disappeared back into the bathroom while Gali stretched out on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She was

hungry but not stinging, full of desire and power, skating on a thousand sharp edges and eager to throw herself off all of

them. Leviathan’s voice kept playing in her ears, the torrent of words, so sweet and dirty and just right. There was nowhere else Gali wanted to be right now other than inside the world of their bodies. The only concern here was

hunting down pleasure, and she didn’t want to leave. Gali watched the bathroom door as she opened her legs and played with

herself casually, her fingers slippery.

It took only a few minutes before Leviathan stepped through the doorway with a bare chest, wearing a dry pair of pants. His

eyes sharpened as he took in the sight of her on the bed, all exposed and primed, and Gali rejoiced quietly even as she pouted.

“I thought you’d have all your clothes off,” she said.

“There’s no rush,” he replied, climbing onto the bed so he could kiss the corner of her mouth. “Do you feel real yet, little

one?”

Gali welcomed his weight eagerly. “Kiss me some more and I’ll tell you.”

He gave her a wicked smile as he dropped his head and kissed the swell of her breast, cupping it in his hand. Gali wound her

hands into his hair and let the sharp thrill dance along her skin. It was such a relief to touch him knowing that she wasn’t

hurting him, that all she was bringing was pleasure—pleasure that had him grinding his hips into hers, pleasure that had his

cock searing hot and hard against her, pleasure growling in the back of his throat as he closed his lips over the tip of her

breast. Gali arched up with a moan as Levi flicked his tongue over her tight nipple, and dimly, behind the roar of desire

coursing through her flesh, she heard the bedroom door click open. Leviathan snapped his head up, his breath ghosting across

Gali’s swollen flesh as she turned her head to see who the hell was walking in on them.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise, if she’d thought about it. Still, shock slammed through her as she saw the face she knew

better than she had any right to, the illuminated walnut skin, the gold-brushed eyes. Leviathan tensed above her, and the

room fell horribly silent as they both stared at the Devil standing in the doorway.

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