11 - Breaking Point

“Argh!” Levi cried as the tip of the knife caught him across the chest. “What do you think you’re doing??”

I said nothing, twisting on my heel and nicking him on one arm, then the other.

“Olivia!” He finally managed to dodge me. He grabbed my wrist, twisting it so that the knife fell out of my hand.

“Ouch!” I protested.

He wrestled me to the ground, firmly holding me down. “Have you gone insane??” he demanded, his voice a growl.

“I-I think I did it!” I said happily.

“Did what?”

“Don’t you feel any different?” I asked, gazing up at him.

Levi frowned for a minute, becoming pensive. He let go of me, drawing a long breath. “The spell,” he said, sounding dazed. “How did you…?”

“I’m a witch, right?” I answered, pushing myself to my feet.

Levi got up too, eyeing me closely. “I still don’t understand.”

“I severed our connection, so to speak. Which means you’re free, Levi.”

He looked like he wasn’t sure whether to believe it. “How did you know what to do?”

“I don’t know. I guess I knew it all along. I just had to let it come to me.” I scooped up the knife, going over to wash it in the sink. “Sorry about the scare.”

“I wasn’t scared,” he was quick to answer, his voice nonchalant. “But I could have hurt you.”

“Hmm.” I studied the cuts on his body, but he waved an arm dismissively.

“These will heal up in no time.”

“I thought so.” Still, I got out a clean cloth, going over to dab the blood. The cuts weren’t deep, but I still felt bad, in spite of it all.

“This is a strange feeling,” Levi mused. “I feel...lighter.”

“Now, you can go home. And you and I can finally stop getting on each other’s nerves.”

“So it would seem.”

“So, what are you waiting for? You already ruined things between me and Noah. I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Don’t you?”

“What, just like that, Olivia? After everything we’ve been through?”

I said nothing, folding my arms over my chest and looking away.

“Wait. I saw you had something in your fridge…” He opened the door, pulling out a mini-bottle of champagne left over from Christmas. “How about a toast to mark this occasion?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“One toast. Is that too much to ask?”

I sighed heavily, my resolve wearing down. OK, so Levi had messed things up earlier, but I had taken a knife to him. Perhaps that made us even. “Alright, fine.”

I got out two glasses while Levi popped the champagne. He poured the bubbly into one glass, but drank straight from the bottle after. Not to be outdone, I took a long swig. We stared at each other then, the warm, fizzy drink coursing through our bodies. A strange quiet had settled between us, almost solemn.

“I’m never going to run into you again, am I?” I asked.

“No, I should think not.”

“So, you’ll leave me alone?”

He bristled. “Obviously. I'm tired of you by now.”

“Charming as always, Levi,” I said, lifting my glass to him.

He paused, gazing at me for a long moment. “Still, I think it’s worth considering having one one more?”

“One more drink?”

He shook his head, putting the bottle aside. “I feel bad for you, Olivia,” he said in an overly sympathetic tone, reaching over and fiddling with a lock of my hair.

“Why?”

“You didn’t get to go all the way with that boss of yours.”

“That’s because of some creep who showed up in the middle of things.”

“You could have kept going. He didn’t know I was here.”

“No way! I couldn’t have done that!”

“Why not?”

“It would have been weird.”

“You said yourself it’s just sex.”

“Not when it’s with Noah.”

“Why? What’s so special about him?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” I downed the rest of my drink, marching off into my bedroom.

Levi was determined, though. He followed me, and as we approached my bed, he gave me a hard push from behind.

“Hey!” I cried out in alarm. But before I could get up, Levi was already on top of me. “What are you doing?? I broke the spell! I let you go!”

Levi clamped one hand over my mouth, cutting off my protests. His body was pressing down on me from behind, his chest sticking to my back. He licked and nibbled my earlobe, his other hand shifting to squeeze my breast.

I didn’t want to admit it, but Levi’s touch had a powerful effect on me, although it was different from when I was with Noah.

So, I didn’t really resist when Levi pulled up my dress and yanked my underwear aside to finger me with fervent back-and-forth motions. I got so wet, I became slick with it. The pleasure threatened to leave me light-headed.

“Ready for me?” Levi whispered in my ear.

I couldn’t speak behind his hand, only able to make a low noise in my throat. I felt him part me, bit by bit. Then, with a low grunt, he pushed himself all the way in. The heat of it was almost too much.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” Levi told me, the tip of his tongue in my ear. “Enjoy it, Olivia.”

But I didn’t want to. Or did I?

I was so confused. Levi made me feel things that I never even imagined possible. He could reach deep into me and give me a freedom, a surrender more potent than any drug.

But then there was Noah…

“Olivia…,” he moaned as he thrusted away at my back, our hips coming together noisily again and again. Suddenly, he grabbed me tightly, and I felt a stream of something hot and wet coursing inside me. A shudder rippled through Levi’s body, moving to my own and making a sigh escape my lips.

It’s over?

“I’m not done with you yet,” Levi said to me, as if reading my thoughts. He unstuck himself from me, getting to his feet in front of the bed. Taking my hand, he pulled me forward so that I found myself facing his erection. *He’s still hard?*

Gently, Levi tipped my chin up, which made me jolt because Noah had done the same to me not too long ago.

Levi ran a thumb along my lower lip, and I knew what he wanted. The hunger in his eyes was impossible to miss.

I opened my mouth, letting him ease his way in. I was surprised at how it felt, taking him like that. He was hard, warm and slightly salty to the taste.

Something in me awoke at the thought of what I was doing. He ran himself over the curve of my tongue, slowly at first and then in quick, intense bursts until he came again.

It felt like warm honey going down my throat and tasted like nothing I could describe. I pulled back, and Levi gently wiped the corner of my mouth off for me.

He smiled at me for a moment, then nudged me back down on the bed. Pushing my legs up, he entered me again. He was breathless as he pounded against me, sweat trickling down the sides of his face. “It’s too much…” he whispered.

“What?”

“I can’t help myself.”

I shook my head, not understanding.

“You haven’t come yet.”

“I…”

He ran his tongue over his finger, before using it to rub my clit. Pleasure rose inside me in moments. I gritted my teeth against the wave that came, before relaxing again, panting softly.

An instant later, Levi came too, clinging to my body like he didn’t want to let me go. When he was done, he continued to lie on top of me, his breaths mingling with mine.

“So tired…” he murmured.

“Levi?”

He turned his face to mine, gazing into my eyes with one amber, one blue. He kissed me, long and deep.

Then, he slipped down to lie beside me. I tried to pull myself away, but he only tightened his hold on me, hugging me to him. “Levi, what are you doing??”

“Shhh,” he went, closing his eyes and pressing his face to my chest. Eventually, I heard his breathing turn slow and soft as he fell asleep.

But I was still lying in his arms. If I tried to move, I would probably wake him.

It looked like I had little choice but to wait. After all, he would be out of my life soon. What was a few more hours?