Chapter 133
LEVI
Two words. Just two. But I snapped. I grabbed her waist with both hands, lifted her just right—elevated, exposed, vulnerable only to me—and then I drove into her with a force that felt like rebirth. “Fuck—fuck—God—” I groaned, the sound torn from my chest as I slammed in deep, so deep she cried out, her hands clawing at the tree for balance, for something real to hold on to. “Oh, please, please—ah…” I moaned again, helpless against the clench of her walls wrapped around my cock.
Tight. Hot. Wet. Like she was made for me. I don’t remember feeling at home, this bliss, this happy, this pleasure with anyone ever. It felt like I was having sex for the first time.
Her pussy was a paradise of fire and silk, and I could feel every inch of her pulling me in, soaking me in the slick heat of her need. Each thrust echoed in the wet, obscene sound of our bodies, each one hungrier than the last. I was swallowed by her, by lust, by this—a sacred kind of madness.
My hips moved on pure instinct, the rhythm feral now—driven by heat and hunger, the friction, the sweet slap of skin on skin. She held onto the tree like it was the only thing anchoring her to this world, and still she moaned, still she begged—louder, wrecked, raw. “Please, Master,” she cried, again and again, and it shattered every thread of restraint I had left.
But I didn’t stop. My pace stayed steady, brutal. Controlled chaos. Though my control was razor-thin, every nerve in my body screaming with the need to cum, to let go—but I didn’t.
It had been a long time since I’d had sex. A long time. Most men lose it fast when they’re starved for it. Not me. I was the opposite. I savored. Drew it out. Like my body knew it had to make up for every fucking second I’d gone without, and it wanted this one—this moment with her—to last forever.
I shifted my angle, adjusting the thrust to hit that one spot, that spot inside her—the one that made her whole body seize and her throat tear open with a scream so pure, so primal, the forest around us fell silent, like the night itself bowed in reverence.
I leaned forward, my chest plastered to her slick back, our sweat mingling, our breaths frantic. My lips brushed the side of her neck, but there were no words left in me. None that could hold the weight of this. There was only heat. Only motion. Only her.
Then I moved again—both hands wrapping around her throat now, firm, commanding, holding her there like a man possessed. “Call my name,” I growled, voice low, dark, pulsing with need as I slammed into her with abandon. “Levi,” she moaned, breathless, broken, beautiful. “Louder,” I demanded, dragging more of myself into every thrust, fucking her like I needed to break something. “Levi!” she gasped, this time louder, fiercer, like my name was the only thing keeping her grounded.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted the whole world to know who she belonged to. “Scream it.” “LEVI!” she screamed, wild and unfiltered, her voice cracking on the edge of surrender and something holy.
And that was it. I lost it.
My heart burst. My mind shattered. My world collapsed into her. Every fear I’d ever buried, every thought I’d ever silenced, every rage, every ache—all of it dissolved. There was no time. No pain. No shame. Only her. Only us. Only this brutal, beautiful collision.
I came hard, violently, like my soul was being wrenched from my body and poured into her. My moans were broken prayers, and her name was carved into every one. And mine—mine was seared into every gasp that left her mouth. She was mine.
Utterly. Irrevocably. Dangerously mine. And I—I had never belonged to anyone more completely.
My release hit like a tidal wave—violent, soul-wrenching, blinding. I kept thrusting through it, even as pleasure ripped through my spine like lightning and shattered every sense of reason. I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. My body had become a machine driven by instinct and want, by the need to stay buried inside her until the entire world disappeared.
I think I started speaking Spanish… or was it French? I don’t even know. Words in no known language spilled from my lips—broken curses and fevered praises as I gave her my final thrust, until she screamed from her own orgasm, her entire body convulsing in my arms before collapsing into me.
Her back pressed flush to my chest. Our bodies were one—shaking, trembling, spent. And then we both crumbled to the forest floor.
Breathless. Wordless. Exhausted. Damn near unconscious.
My lungs refused to obey, my chest heaving, my throat raw. I couldn’t form thoughts. Couldn’t make sense of anything. I only knew the feeling of her, wrapped around me like the warmest truth, the only thing real.
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