Chapter 167
LEVI
She tilted her face up at me, lips trembling. “I…” She swallowed so hard I could see it move in her throat. “I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Everything. The whole truth.” She exhaled; her voice broke like glass, and in that moment I saw it all in her eyes—weariness, anxiety, a drowsiness that seemed to scream she wanted rest, bliss. “I just want tonight with you. To feel good. To be in your arms without worrying about anything. To feel like I am in some kind of respite from the world. To feel… to feel like—” She searched for the right words. “To feel like this is real. Just me and you, absorbing each other. And tomorrow, when we wake and return to the real world, I will tell you everything. Damn it all. And I hope to God that this… that you trust me and stand by me.”
Her hands curled at my sides, and I brushed the stray tear from her cheek—one she probably hadn’t even noticed falling—unable to stop the tenderness that flooded me. “I swear with my life I will stand by you, Isabella, as long as you tell me the truth. But you have to. I do not want to find out myself or learn about you from someone else… That would hurt me.”
She swallowed, her eyes seeming to see right through me. “You won’t. Tomorrow I will tell you all you need to know. Hell, I will tell you what hospital I was born in and the name of the nurse who delivered me. But for tonight I don’t want to talk. I just want to feel you…”
I smiled, gently caressing her cheek. “Your wish is my command, my lady.” I drew her smaller hand to my lips, kissed the back of it, and held it there. Her skin tasted faintly of the bath—warm, clean, delicious.
With her palm still pressed to my mouth, I leaned closer, my voice a rough whisper. “So what do you want me to do for you tonight or to you rather? You see, tonight you are my mistress, and I am your lowly slave.”
Her smile came slow, her cheeks flushing a vivid red. She watched me, the heat in her face mirrored by the warmth in my bones.
“How do you want me to take you tonight?” I continued, voice low and slow, already filled to the brim with yearning.
“Very rabidly,” I said, words rough around the edges. “Like a dog on heat—though that’s no better than me right now.” We both chuckled, a little breathless and a little raw.
“Or,” I went on, softer, the idea blooming in my throat and somehow making everything tilt, “softly—like a man who just proposed to the love of his life.”
When I said it, her pupils dilated and for a moment the air slipped away. Her breath caught. Mine stopped too. The Jacuzzi’s hush held us like an audience, the chandelier’s light painting gold across her bare shoulders. The silence that followed was not empty; it was full of everything we’d been avoiding.
She reached up, fingers trembling as they traced the line of my jaw. “Do you love me, Levi?” she murmured—longing in her eyes, softness in her words, anticipation in her touch—and I was done for.
“No talking, remember,” I said softly, caressing the back of her palm with my thumb.
She smiled. “Then tomorrow—promise you’ll answer me.”
I held my breath. “I will.” Then I leaned down and took her lips—slow at first, feathering her upper lip, then deeper, tasting her, pulling her into me. No dom, no sub, no master or slave—just two people kissing, greedy and reverent, relishing the press of skin and the heat of breath.
She moaned against me. From beneath the water I gripped her ass and hauled her so she was straddling me, her weight warm against my stomach, her mouth devouring mine. Steam curled around us; the scent of jasmine and vanilla thickened the air. She was moaning, raw and honest, and I felt the edges of myself fray.
When I broke the kiss for air I leaned close and whispered, breath hot on her lips, “Do you want to ride me, mistress?”
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