Page 93 of One More Chance
“You’re beautiful,” I said, barely able to get the words out.
A soft, shy blush bloomed across her cheeks. Then she reached for me, urgent, tugging at my clothes like she needed me bare, needed me near, neededme.
Our hands trembled, betraying the need that burned beneath our skin as we kissed each other with the kind of hunger only desperation brings.
"Levi, skip the dirty talk tonight. I want you."
"Whatever my mistress desires."
She chucked at that. When she reached for me through my boxers to pull me out, I felt the last of my control unravel. Breathing through my restraint, I entered her slowly, feeling everything in that moment of longing, my heart aching for her.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine, dark with want then darker with need. Moving in and out of her, I leaned in and kissed her, slow at first, but she met me with urgency, arms wrapping around my neck as her tongue slid into my mouth. Her kiss felt like a question, asking if I was real, if I was there, if I was hers.
I kissed her back with all the answers, telling her in ways only our bodies could understand that she was my everything, I was hers, she was mine.
"Mine," I growled.
She laughed, the sound loud in the quiet of the room, "Yes my primitive mate. Yours." Her voice curled around the word like a tease.
I groaned against her mouth, "Even your mockery gets me off."
She tilted her head back, smiling beneath me, and I caught her mouth again, swallowing the sound of her amusement as it dissolved into something heavier and hungrier.
“I want to feel all of you, Sloane,” I murmured into the heat of her skin. “No more distance. No more pretending.”
I moved inside her with a forced slowness as my forehead rested against hers. Our fingers locked above her head as our breaths synced: shallow, shared. We moved together in perfect harmony for a long while, each thrust a promise, a needful benediction that I never wanted to end. Eventually, the pressure built, more and more, nearly too much to contain.
"Levi, can I come?" The way she asked, the submissiveness of her request… I lost the last shred of control.
“Fuck yes, Sloane,” I growled, my voice hoarse with need. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel you lose it for me.”
She shattered beneath me, her body trembling as release tore through her. Her body clenched around me, tight and pulsing, drawing me deeper, dragging me over the edge with her.
Her cry was lost in a kiss we crashed into, and only then, only when I felt her fall, did I finally let go and fall with her.
Inside that moment together, we weren’t husband and wife. We weren’t betrayer and betrayed. There was no past, no scarred life to tripover. We were simply two people who had once belonged to each other, meeting again at the edge of something half-remembered and holy.
After, we collapsed together, tangled and exhausted. The room was quiet; the dishwasher had long ago finished its load. The only sound was the soft swishing of the ceiling fan and the steady rhythm of our breaths.
She curled into me, her head resting on my chest, one leg hooked over my hip as if she needed the contact to believe this wasn't a dream.
I held her close, my fingers tracing slow, absent-minded patterns along her arm, grounding both of us in a silence that didn’t need to be filled.
"I love you," I said, a vow to her.
The silence stretched and finally,finally, her voice broke through, soft and fragile.
"I love you too, Levi."
Chapter 31
The light filtered in through the living room windows in soft golden streaks, painting the couch and floor. The blanket had slipped halfway off during the night, and I stirred first, opening my eyes to silence.
Sloane curled around me, her leg draped loosely over mine, one hand resting where my chest rose and fell. Her face nestled in the crook of my shoulder, her hair spilled like silk across us both.
I lay motionless, soaking in the faint whir of the fridge, birds chirping outside, the muffled sounds of Liam and Violet moving upstairs.
This moment? I know I didn't deserve it. But I cradled it, held it close to me, knowing how fragile it was.
