76. Levi
LEVI
Azrael retrieves a towel to to gently clean up the mess he made of Violette. I don’t know how to feel about any of this. I’m not even sure I want to know how I feel about any of this.
I shouldn’t want to share Violette with him.
I shouldn’t have enjoyed the way Azrael caged my arms in his; how he stroked his dick next to me.
Shouldn’t have nearly cum so quickly when he hummed his approval, and watched longingly as Violette tried her damndest to swallow every inch of my dick; nor gotten hard again watching him cum all over Violette’s breasts.
God, you’re fucking deranged.
Distantly, I hear him mention something about a shower to Violette, who shakes her head and says, “You first,” even as her gaze remains fixed on me.
Goddamn it. She’s going to want to talk about it, but I have no idea how to verbalize any of this.
My heart cracks a little when Azrael looks over at me. The pained question going through his mind is practically painted on his forehead.
Does he regret it?
And I’m too fucking emotionally inept to reassure him.
Instead, I let him disappear into the bathroom.
I’m still staring at the closed bathroom door, almost afraid to meet Violette’s waiting gaze, procrastinating having to acknowledge any of this. But Violette, being Violette, steps in front of me and slides her hands up my abs to settle on my chest as she presses herself against me.
“How’re you feeling?”
Fuck.
It takes me a moment to answer, and I only manage to form one singular word.
“Confused.”
She studies me, gradually nodding.
“That’s understandable. Are you confused because you enjoyed it and feel like you shouldn’t?”
My reply is barely audible. “Yes.”
A soft smile tilts her mouth as she stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips gently to mine.
“I feel the same.”
I draw back, gaze bouncing between each of her eyes to discern any hint of falsity, and find none.
“You do?”
She nods.
“I feel selfish for wanting this. For wanting both of you. I shouldn’t want to share either of you, but I do. I want to watch you experience pleasure with him. And I want to share it with both of you, too.”
I can’t help but feel a little relieved that I’m not the only one feeling this way, although something inside me twinges at the idea that, alone, I might not be enough for her.
“And if…”
Fuck, I’m terrified to even ask. It’s not like I’ve done anything to earn a favorable answer yet, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
“If you couldn’t have both of us, would I be enough for you?”
Violette’s brow tenses as she gives me an admonishing look.
“Levi... You’re more than enough. Even in this brief period of time I’ve known you, every part of you feels like the balancing counterweight to every part of me.
I feel safe with you. Protected. I haven’t experienced that with anyone.
And you also seem to have an innate mastery over my body, which is, again, something I’ve never experienced with someone.
Not to mention, I admire you because, despite everything you’ve been through—and despite how hard you try to make it seem otherwise—you’re kind and sweet and gentle, while still possessing an indomitable ferocity and determination.
I love how protective and possessive you are.
Even if it is, at times... problematic.”
Her lips twitch with amusement.
Problematic is a polite way of putting it.
My brows lift. I’ve never been described in such a way. She chuckles softly, eyes shining with adoration as she holds my gaze.
“At least that’s how you are with me. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
She presses a kiss to my cheek, lips whispering against me and making my skin erupt in goosebumps. “I’m falling for you, Levi. Even without the soulbond.”
My heart stutters at her words. She settles back on the flat of her feet, staring up at me with no small amount of vulnerability at her admission.
My arms wrap around her waist and pick her up off the floor, bringing her mouth level with mine. Lips grazing hers, an unfamiliar desire burns through me. One that demands I reciprocate her vulnerability.
“Vi, falling doesn’t nearly encompass it. I’ve fucking plummeted. Dove headfirst from 30,000 feet without a parachute from the moment I saw you... It’s why I was so scared that day.”
The sound of Violette swallowing back her emotion is audible; the hope and affection glistening in her eyes visible.
My lips capture hers gently at first. Her lips part on impact, and I deepen our kiss. As though it’s swelling beyond its limits, my heart aches so powerfully for this woman; I could swear it’s going to crack and burst, revealing all the tenderness within that, until her, was hard as stone.
My cock is thickening yet again. Violette moans softly as we continue exploring and devouring each other.
There’s a persistent tightness in my chest that intensifies with each moment of our prolonged kiss, and the world narrows to only her and the feel of her against me.
Each heavy, needy thump of my heart feels like a declaration.
I fucking love this woman.