I felt his kiss like a dull, sweet ache under my ribs. It smoldered just behind my belly button and rippled outward, like plucking the center string of a silken web and letting its vibrations spread. I inhaled the scent of him as he turned, bringing his other hand up to the back of my head. He held me there, his eager lips intent on mine. I curled my fingers under his jaw, guiding his chin up so my mouth could move more easily over his. He sighed my name and the sound moved through me, waking me up as only he could.
Moments like this made me question why I bothered with anyone else when I knew they’d never get me to ache the same. I only ever felt alive with Levi’s mouth, and Levi’s fingers, and Levi’s body slick under my hands. He was the only thing that made me feel grounded and real, like a whole person instead of just a ghost repeating the motions because I’ve yet to realize I’m dead.
I tightened my grip on Levi’s jaw and pressed my mouth more insistently against his. My teeth grazed his lip and he whined quietly. His lips were soft and damp and parted for me at the slightest caress from the tip of my tongue. One of his hands curved around the back of my neck while the other took a handful of my hair. I mussed his carefully tamed curls, dragging my nails over his scalp as I forced my fingers through. Levi growled low in his throat and nipped at my bottom lip. When I regretfully drew back, he looked at me with eyes darkening to a stormy grey.
“M’eudail,” he said. “I am sorry I upset you.” Swollen lips traced the line of my jaw and paused to suck on the patch of skin just behind my earlobe. “But know that what you felt tonight, I feel every time you touch another man.” His mouth closed over my ear and my eyes drifted shut. I groaned, nails lightly scratching his neck and scalp.
“Mmm, it was still cruel, Levi,” I said. “I don’t do it to hurt you.” I do it to forget you. “You were trying to upset me. There’s a—ah! There’s a difference.” He sighed, breath hot against my ear. “And you used some poor woman just to make your point.”
“I haven’t even begun to make my point,” Levi said. “But…you are right. I made a mistake.” He pressed his lips to my earlobe and nuzzled his nose into the hollow beneath it. “Can you forgive me?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m not done being annoyed at you yet.” Levi leaned back to look at me.
“Then I’m not done apologizing,” he said, and kissed me again.