A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,21
know I’m going to get. I half expected it from you.”
“Oh yeah, that’s definitely coming.” He chuckles. “But I’m just glad you’re alive and safe. That can wait till we’re home and have more privacy than Avalon affords.” He swats my ass, as if giving a preview of what’s to come, and I can’t be sorry about that.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower, and then we can go!” I jump up from the bed and sway my hips as I walk away from him, feeling his stare on my ass. It’s been way too long since I’ve been with any of my men. I miss the feel of them on my skin, inside of me. I also really need to connect with them all again, especially with everything inside my head now. I bite my lip and look back at him over my shoulder, hoping he picks up at what I’m asking without saying a word.
“Maybe you could use some company!”
I don't answer, I just wink and smile before turning away, stripping away my last piece of clothing and stepping into the Italian-style shower. It's more than big enough for the two of us and I'm eager to see just how sturdy the walls are in Avalon when it comes to Levi's endless hunger.
The air changes when he steps into the bathroom. He's not yet behind me but the electric charge in the atmosphere makes my skin ripple with anticipation.
I need him, more than I’m willing to admit out loud, but the fact that I nearly lost all of this. Him. It makes me need him more than he’ll ever know.
"You realize that this will make us late to the markets, right?" His hands are on my hips, fingers squeezing my flesh tentatively like he's making sure he won't hurt me.
"I'm okay, Levi. I promise." I reach my hand up and stroke his cheek. He needs that reassurance, I know him. His brand of hunger is always on the rough side and he would tone it down for me any day of the week, but I don't want him to. I don't want a watered-down version of him, I want the full force of everything that he is. I want to see the bright red desire that burns in his eyes every time he touches me. Without it, he wouldn't be him.
And I need… him.
"I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you after everything…" his words trail off as he turns me, so my back is against his chest as his mouth glides along the column of my neck. His erection pushing into my lower back, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, he burns a trail of kisses up to my jaw and then back down. I haven't even turned the water on yet, but I don't have to worry, Levi takes care of it for me.
With one hand massaging my flesh, his fingers pinching my nipples, his other is adjusting the water temperature until it's the perfect heat without burning my skin.
My body automatically relaxes into his chest, as his hands make their way down to my eagerly awaiting pussy. With the back of my head resting at the crook of his shoulder, I close my eyes and let him take complete control. That's his forte. Control. It's how he makes me feel alive, by controlling my pleasure and his. I can sense how much he needs it after everything we’ve been through the last few days.
"Every time you put yourself in danger, you're killing a small part of me, Remy. But, my god, every time I touch you, it breathes life back into me." He clutches at my throat and with fingers, gentle but firm, he tilts my head at the perfect angle for his mouth.
Our kiss starts out sweet almost. Like tentative teenagers learning the feel of the other. But it only lasts a fragment of a second before his tongue is sweeping into my mouth and devouring me as if he’s scared he’ll never have chance to again.
My breathing picks up, my chest heaving with each breath that I take. His fingers tighten at my throat, while his other hand is exploring my most sensitive spot as though it’s our first time. One finger sweeps over my clit, another gliding inside me.
We never part as he brings his finger to our joined mouths and smears my juices across our lips. I can taste myself and it's heady. More so is the fact