Page 57 of Leviathan's Song
“I want to take care of you first because you probably won’t orgasm your first time.” His magic was stronger than any time I’d ever felt it, shaking my ward and reaching through with writhing tendrils.
The relentless rhythm he set pushed me over, and I gasped, bucking against his hand, one arm clutching at his torso hard, the other still in his pants.
“Yeah,” he murmured as I came and finally began to quiet in his arms, “that’s good. There she is.”
He withdrew his hand and braced himself over me, kissing me sweetly on the lips. “Are you sure?” he asked and nuzzled my cheek. “We can wait, Elara.”
I felt wrung out and supple, but I still wanted him.
I wanted this.
I nodded and kissed his mouth, still trying to catch my breath. “Please.”
“Let me… get a…” He stood quickly, stepping over to a bag a few steps away.Condom. Right.I cringed inwardly, thinking about how they’d gotten there, but he was back before I had a chance to dwell on it.
He had it open and on before I could even think to try to watch, but he didn’t press into me right away. Instead, he braced himself over me and took several deep breaths, placing kisses on my cheek and jaw.
He kissed my mouth, deep and covetous, his lips soft and pliant, his tongue teasing and caressing. His body melted into me, his arm reaching under the arch of my back to gather me against him, his tongue brushing against mine in a rhythm that mimicked what his finger had done.
Very quickly, I found myself panting, squirming against him again, feeling empty and aching, needing relief. Levi nestled down deeper between my legs and fitted his body against mine, but paused.
The hand under my back stroked me gently, and I realized he was drawing patterns on my skin. It took a moment for me to blink through the fog of desire he had created in me to realize he’d traced the letters “ok” on my skin.
My eyes locked with his and found a question there. He wanted to know if this was okay, if he had final permission to take me in this way. My heart melted, realizing that he wanted to be absolutely sure of my consent and found a way to ask me without letting his enchantment affect my response.
“Yes.”
The first press was slow and caused him to hiss, his breath shuddering out of him as I gripped his shoulders. I couldn’t help but tense and felt my mouth drop open from the pressure. The second press was painful, and he froze over me when I whimpered.
He whispered an apology, stroking my hair, brushing the back of his fingers down my cheek, placing gentle kisses on my lips and face. Slowly the pain faded back to pressure, and I rolled my hips toward him to encourage him forward, coaxing a groan from him as he settled deeper inside me.
Withdrawing and thrusting forward again caused me to tense, expecting more pain, but when none came, I relaxed, allowing him to cup the arch of my back again and pull me higher into his hips. The rolling, thrusting pressure still felt tender, but I could feel my body being pushed toward pleasure.
The intimacy of the act was enough to fill my heart with powerful longing and joy, desperate affection. Feeling his body join with mine was a heady rush that had me clutching at his shoulders, his neck, anything I could reach to try to get closer to him.
Levi’s breathing sounded like he was in pain, but his eyes were lit with ecstasy. Watching his muscles flex and bunch as he filled me, stretched me, was a pleasure in itself. I wrapped a leg around his back, endeavoring to get closer as his movements became more forceful, stroking me higher and winding me tighter.
His name was a sigh on my lips as he slid a hand into my hair and gently gripped a handful at the back of my head, tilting my head back and exposing my throat to his mouth.
“Elara, tell me you’re mine.”
His words were broken, gasping things against my neck, made a thousand times more potent by the enchantments layered into each one. My ward was no match for his passion, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because I’d belonged to him for longer than I wanted to admit.
He was mine, and I was his. I wanted this man’s heart more than anything I could imagine.
“I’m yours,” I confessed. He gripped my body tightly against him and pressed into me forcefully as he came apart in my arms, shaking through his release.
He held me close and buried his face in my neck as he stilled, his breathing labored and uneven. I rained kisses on his cheekbone, his jaw, anywhere I could reach as I smoothed my hands down his back and across his ribs.
“I need you,” he rasped.
“I’m yours,” I answered.
* * *
I traced the long,sinuous line of the kraken’s arm in the tattoo on Levi’s skin. The fire crackled behind me, burning low and only putting off a little warmth. Levi had bundled me in blankets and now held me loosely, brushing a finger against my skin occasionally as if to reassure himself that I was still here.
I still felt a little dazed as I thought back over everything that had happened today. So much had taken place that it almost felt like a dream or something that had happened to someone else. Still, one point of confusion remained.
