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The sound of her steady breathing calmed me as she slept. I sat next to her on the bed, idly flipping pages from one of her stupid romance novels she carried with her. I looked over to her, admiring the way her hair fell onto the pillow, how her bare shoulder would rise and fall with each breath she took. I was mesmerized by her.
I should be asleep. Perhaps I can pull her in close without waking her?
No.
She looks peaceful.
My thoughts were interrupted by her sudden soft whimpers. She let out a gasp and I felt her jolt awake and roll to her back.
"Sounded like a bad dream..." I murmured.
"Yeah... Same dream as always..." she grumbled.
I glanced over to her. She had closed her eyes to try and go back to sleep. Her chest was heaving, coming down from being startled awake. The candle light flickered over her bare skin, teasing me at the sight. Those damn blankets... I can't be greedy. I already had her earlier tonight. Yet, my appetite for her can never seem to be satisfied. I swallowed the desire to mount her and turned back to the book. The plot was terribly cliche and boring. I wasn't paying much attention to it as I flicked through the pages.
"What are you reading?" She asked. Her voice was soft and comforting to me. I could listen to her talk for hours, if given the chance.
"One of these terrible romance novels you had in your satchel," I admitted.
The smallest of smiles crept onto my face as she slapped her hand over her face in embarrassment.
"What are you doing going through my things?" She squeaked.
"I was bored."
"Do you ever sleep?"
"Not really."
She snorted a laugh at my response. Insomnia plagued me ever since I was young and living in the underground. Though, with her, sleep usually welcomed me. I got the best sleep whenever I was with her. The touch of her smooth skin, her sweet smell, the way she looked so peaceful. It felt like home. Listening to her steady breathing usually lulled me to sleep. Though, I usually woke before she did. Tonight was different. Too much was flooding my mind. Kenny... that bastard.
"How can you read these things?" I asked.
"It's nice to escape reality every now and then..."
I gave a small hum in response, casually flipping the pages. I glanced over to her, watching her chest raise and fall with every steady breath. She never did pry me for information. I liked that. It's like she's the only person who knows who I am. How I tick. She could read me. Seeing her out in the field after Kenny died... I needed her. I had to have her. Yet, she didn't ask questions.
"He was my uncle..." I murmured.
"What?"
"Kenny... turns out he was my uncle."
I felt her weight shift as she sat up next to me. My eyes remained on the book.
"Was he the one that attacked us in Trost...?"
"Yes."
I winced at the question. Kenny could have killed her if I had taken a fraction of a second longer to push her off that roof. She'd have a bullet in her skull, buried into the ground, instead of being here with me.
"Are you okay?" She whispered.
'Okay'... how can anyone truly be okay living in this hell? The only remaining family I had just died several hours ago. The only remaining family I had abandoned me when I was a child. Left me for dead in the trash heap that was the Underground.
"I don't know. The bastard left me when I was young. I don't understand why he did..." I said, "Everyone does eventually, though..."
I know I'm getting in too deep with her. I tried my best to not attach myself to anyone because of the risk of losing them. This damned cruel world just does that to people. Find a bit of happiness only to have it taken away. But with her it felt different. I have told her things I haven't told anyone else and it came so easily. Like a moth to a flame, I found myself wanting to be near her constantly.
"I told you... I'm here for you. I won't ever leave." She said as she placed a soft hand onto my shoulder.
A sigh left me. Her touch was warm and comforting.
"Get some sleep, brat."
She shifted again, pulling the blanket with her as she laid down. Suddenly, I felt her grab me, pulling me down onto her. Without resistance and feeling her heat, I nestled against her neck. She smelled so sweet and clean. Her skin felt soft against my cheek and lips... intoxicating. She has me under her spell. Her fingers wove into my hair... I never told her how much I enjoy that. My eyes shuddered closed at her touch.
"Levi..." she murmured.
Lifting my head, my eyes met hers. Oh that mesmerizing gaze she has... What is this feeling? Her lidded expression sent my heart racing. She reached up to me, brushing the hair from my face before caressing my cheek. Without question, I leaned into her touch, craving more of it.
"I love you..." She breathed.
What did she say? She loved me? How could anyone love me? How could she love me? I don't deserve her... My breath caught in my throat, trying to slow my racing heart.
It hit me...
This feeling I have... it's not just lust or desire. It's love... I love her. Anytime I lay with her, it feels meaningful.
Do I dare tell her, though? No... anytime I get close or attached, it gets taken away from me. You idiot...
She looks so damn beautiful. Naked and longing beneath me. Her chest heaving from anticipation. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, shifting my weight to lay more on top of her. Her soft skin against my body sending me into a spiral of lust. She held onto me as we kissed. I pressed my tongue into her mouth, savoring her sweet taste. Even though I laid with her earlier tonight... I could sense her desire for more. I needed her.
With a swift motion, I pressed myself between her legs. She accepted, spreading them wide and offering herself. Easily enough, I buried myself into her warmth. That slick, sweet, intoxicating warmth... I could make love to her for hours if she would let me. Her body was nothing short of perfection. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I pressed my hips into hers repeatedly. Her fingers wove into my hair, letting out mewls and moans with each movement, driving me absolutely wild.
With a hunger, my mouth latched onto hers, dragging my lips along her jaw to her neck, nibbling lightly at her soft skin. The sounds she was making... the wanton moans, the pants and gasps for air... it was quickly becoming too much. I felt her getting wetter with each thrust. Her hips bucked upwards to meet me and a hard groan escaped my throat. Lifting myself up, I caged her between my arms and I started to fuck her relentlessly. I watched her breasts bounce to the movement. Her mouth ajar, letting out the sweetest of sounds.
"Levi, I'm gonna--" she whined.
She's about to come... a shiver ran down my spine at the thought. Reaching an arm between us. my fingers toyed with her sex, earning a delicious mewl from her in response. Suddenly, her body went rigid before shuddering and letting out a loud moan. Her warmth gripped me like a vice as she came. Her legs trembled at my waist. I grunted, biting my lower lip at the sight before me.
Oh, fuck.
Involuntarily, I snapped my hips into hers faster, feeling myself about to come at any moment. I collapsed onto her, holding her close as I buried myself as far as I could go inside of her. Like an explosion, I came inside of her once again. Her arms draped themselves around me. Her breasts pushed into my chest with every heave.
So this is what it's like to feel happy...
"I love you..." she whispered again.
My lips met with the skin on her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
I love her... Emily Meyer... and oh how I've fallen hard.