Phoebe
I woke with a start. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and gave my eyes time to adjust to the darkness. My head still hurt but it wasn’t as bad as earlier.
“Letty?” I called out to the shadows. Something moved over by the door and I could just make out—“Levi?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He stepped closer. He looked like shit, dark circles ringing his eyes.
“What happened?”
“Nothing... nothing happened. The show was great, everything was fucking great...” Pain bled from his words, infecting the air around him. I could sense it, like a bad storm on the horizon.
Slipping out of the covers, I went to him. His eyes glittered in the shadows, tracking my every step. My heart thumped in my chest, racing wildly as I reached him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I could do this. I could be this person for him.
“I really, really don’t want to talk.” A sigh rumbled in his chest. It was such a defeated sound, full of pain and sadness. It made my heart ache.
“Oh, Levi.” I cupped his face, wishing I had the answers, wishing so much that I had the power to fix him. I knew I couldn’t, not until he fixed himself. But it didn’t stop me wanting it.
“Honeybee.” He sank into my touch, the tension melting out of his shoulders. “I shouldn’t be here... I should go before I fuck everything up.”
Levi started to pull away and panic washed over me. “Don’t,” I said, snagging his wrist. Because I knew if I let him go, if he walked out of here right now, he’d walk straight into the arms of a bottle of liquor or a line of coke or anything he could get his hands on to quiet whatever demons were in his head.
“Stay.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he breathed the words as if it took all his willpower to say them.
His eyes burned into mine, holding me captive. I knew that one day, I would look back on this moment for what it was—the moment I gave Levi Hunter my heart.
The moment I willingly handed him the power to ruin me.
“It’s okay,” I said, pushing down every doubt and fear. “I’m right here, Levi. I’m here.” Leaning up, I touched my head to his. Our lips were so close I could feel the warmth of his breath.
“Phoebe...” My name was a pained whisper on his lips. His body shook as we stood there, kissing but not kissing, touching but not touching.
Slowly, I lifted my hand back to his cheek, the strong ropes of my resolve slowly unraveling. “Kiss me, Levi,” I whispered, letting my lips trace the outline of his.
His eyes shuttered, a deep growl vibrating in his throat.
For a second, I was scared he wasn’t here with me. Still as a statue, I wasn’t even sure Levi was breathing.
“Le—”
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard, plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. Every slide of his lips, every drag of his teeth, the dig of his fingers around my hip as he held my body to his—it was possessive and all-consuming. Dirty and desperate. It was Levi crawling into the cracks of my heart, forcing himself into my veins, scratching himself onto my bones.
It was everything.
“Fuck, honeybee,” he rasped. “Do you have any idea how hard you get me?” Levi grabbed my hand and smashed it to the bulge in his jeans.
A whimper spilled from my lips as he leaned in and sucked on my neck, soothing the sting with his tongue. “I could get high on just the taste of your skin.”
One of his hands dropped to the hem of my oversized band t-shirt. I’d pulled it on earlier after taking a hot bath. He roughly gripped my thigh, whispering into my ear. “Skin like silk, eyes like honey, this girl will rip out your heart before you can blink.”
His fingers brushed higher, grazing my panties.
“Levi...” I sucked in a sharp breath, fisting his t-shirt as I waited for him to touch me there.
But he teased me, rubbing his knuckle over the soft cotton. “Beg, Bee, I want to hear you beg.”
“T- touch me, Levi... please.”
Without warning, he yanked the material aside and thrust two fingers inside me. My body bowed into him, pleasure saturating my veins.
“Oh God, yes...”
Pressing his thumb hard against my clit, Levi finger fucked me with skilled finesse. I tried to bury my face in his shoulder as I drowned in intense waves of ecstasy, but he pressed his brow to mine, pinning me in place with a dark look.
“I want to watch you fall apart,” he drawled. “And when you’re nothing but broken shards of skin and soft moans, I’ll piece you back together and do it all over again.”
I pressed my lips together, suppressing the urge to cry his name. A wildfire swarmed in my stomach, burning me from the inside out as he continued working me with his fingers.
“Almost there?”
I nodded, delirious on the sensations coursing through me. His other hand slipped between us and I heard the telltale sound of a zipper.
“I need inside you, Bee... tell me I can—”
“Yes, God, yes.” I was so close, just another—
Levi pulled his fingers out of me and stepped away. “Turn around and put your hands flat on the bed,” he ordered, his pupils blown with lust. A shiver zipped up my spine at the dominance in his voice. I turned slowly and moved to the bed, my body swaying with lust.
“Hands,” he said gruffly.
I folded my body over the bed and placed them down, my skin tingling with anticipation. Levi stepped up behind me, running one of his hands up my thigh. He hooked his fingers into my panties and inched them down. My heart fluttered in my chest, my breath hitching as he slid himself through my wetness. We both groaned.
“I can’t be soft,” he rasped. “I don’t know how.”
“I don’t need soft, Levi. I only need you.”
He slammed inside of me making my body lurch forward. A garbled cry got stuck in my throat as he pulled out and slammed back inside. His hands clamped around my hips as he rode my body with powerful, unrelenting strokes. Whatever demons he was fighting, whatever darkness he was trying to outrun, he used my body to purge his sins.
“Fuck, Bee... you feel so fucking good.” Levi changed the angle slightly, going deeper. Moans spilled from my lips as I tried to stay in the moment, but pleasure was firing off inside me like tiny bolts of electricity. One of Levi’s hand trailed up and down my spine, slipping under my t-shirt to find my breasts. He squeezed and pinched, making me cry out.
It was too good.
Too much.
Too everything.
“Come, honeybee, give it to me...” His fingers found my clit, strumming me like a guitarist plucked his strings. It was enough to push me over the edge, my body quivering with bone-deep pleasure.
“Yes, fuck... fuuuuuck.” Levi stilled, jerking inside me. It was only then, when I felt the trickle of warmth, that I realized he hadn’t worn a condom.
He slowly withdrew from me, making me whimper again. Everything was so sensitive, I felt wrecked.
I glanced back at him and our eyes collided, and he knew.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think... fuck...” Guilt swam in his eyes as he ran a hand down his face.
“I’m on birth control.” I reminded him as I stood up to face him.