Page 43 of One More Chance
“Fuck, Sloane… you feel so good. So damn wet and tight.”
She moaned, deep and guttural. “Levi… please don’t be gentle.” Her nails dug into me, urging me faster.
I felt the heat of her skin, felt every inch of her body drawing me deeper, pleading for more. My control, my sanity, was slipping away, lost in the sound of her voice, and in the desperate need between us.
“Anything for you,” I whispered between ragged breaths as I gave in to the overwhelming pull of her.
There was no room for hesitation now. No space for the doubt that had lingered between us. Just her, just us, consumed by the need to reconnect, to feel alive again in each other’s arms.
I leaned close, whispering into her ear, "I'll fuck you until you scream my name, Sloane. Brand it across your lips, seal your own into my skin. I can't live without you, fuck, can't live unless I'm inside you." I bit her neck, right beneath her ear, and relished the gasp that mingled with her moans before I whispered, "I'm yours. Only yours."
Her cunt tightened around me and I almost came. She whimpered against my neck, "God yes, Levi. Faster. Fuck me harder."
My heart thundered, driven by a deep, uncontrollable hunger for her, to feel every part of her. The urge was indomitable as my thrusts hastened, harder and faster, to bring her the release she craved. Her breaths came quicker as we both teetered on the edge of this raw, vulnerable precipice.
“Fuck, Sloane. I’m close.”
Her gasp came out torn, “Me too… can you? Please?”
I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, edging her until her release crested when she called out my name again and again. I buried my face in her neck, unable to hold back any longer as I followed her over the edge, every nerve alive, every part of me unraveled and remade in her arms.
Afterwards, I didn’t move. I couldn't move. We lay tangled together, breathing heavy and deep, hearts racing.
Her fingers brushed through my hair. “That was…” her voice broke off as she touched my chest. “That was reallyyou, wasn't it? All those things you said… felt so true.”
"Yeah... I meant it before, during, and after.” I kissed her fingertips. “I’m not going anywhere, Sloane.”
We stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms as our breathing steadied. We traced soft patterns on each other's skin.
The world outside felt distant, almost non-existent, as if time had paused for the two of us. Eventually, Sloane shifted, breaking the moment as she murmured that she needed to use the bathroom.
Heavy with reluctance, I pulled away and got dressed. The possibility that the kids could come downstairs seemed more real now than it had when we were in the height of passion. Sloane returned from the bathroom and I was handing over her clothes when it happened.
Rufus growled; a low, primal sound that vibrated through the quiet.
We both jumped. I forced a laugh to cover the creeping unease. “Rufus? Hey boy, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t wag his tail or return to his lumpy old bed. Instead, he padded through the foyer toward the front door, his nails clicking against the floor. His whole body was stiff and alert. He stopped, looked over his shoulder at me, then whined deep in his throat. Protective.
My heartbeat kicked up. “Rufus?” I called again, moving toward him.
He growled once more, low and warning, then pawed at the doorframe.
I followed him through the foyer, reached for the doorknob, muscles taught with caution, all the hairs on the back of my neck stiffened. Sloane stood behind me, silent but watchful. I opened the door a crack.
But there was nothing there other than the night air and a gentle breeze. The only sounds were cicadas and a distant dog barking.
Then I looked down and saw it: a folded piece of white paper, taped to the door. I pulled it free.
Sloane leaned over my shoulder. “Levi? What is it?”
I unfolded it to see letters scrawled in red lipstick.
You think you can erase me? I’ll remind you exactly who you are.
My stomach lurched. The handwriting was familiar, looped, and feminine.
Peeking over my shoulder, I felt Sloane’s presence as she read the note. I turned to explain as I felt the shift in her posture. A stiffening. A wall going back up.
