It's Not All Roses

C-13

A/N: satan chose me as his right hand.

Levi

I pressed her back against the back of my door and kissed her lips. She gasped at the sudden move and I took my chance, slipping my tongue in her mouth. Her fingers dug into the skin on my back as she kissed me back with the same energy. And then our tongues were singing their favorite song. I placed my hand at the back of her neck—where I know she likes the best—and stroked. She moaned into our kiss, pushing her mouth into mine like she can't get enough.

I'm hard as rock.

I pull back and kiss her chin, down her throat. Her fingers slithered up to my hair, running through my scalp. For God's grace, she didn't wear a coat today. Arching her head back, she gave me better access to her neck. I took in her lavender scent as I kissed her neck. When I reached the nape of her neck, I snuck my tongue out and licked there.

"Levi," She moaned.

My dick might tear off my pants if she keeps moaning my name like that.

I licked all over her neck, taking in the sweetness of her skin alone. When I reached the space right between her collarbone and the base of her throat, I sucked in a great deal of skin, making sure to make my territory.

She whimpered as I made my way below her collarbone. She was weaning a tube top which I easily pushed down to her hip, only to know she isn't wearing a bra. I don't know why I didn't figure that out earlier.

I kissed the swell on her breast, my hand moving from her neck to her hips. I hold her firmly as I strode my way to my bed. I pull myself back and look at her face. It's flushed, her cheeks are as red as strawberries. I've left a red-purplish mark on her. She isn't smiling but I can see it. In her eyes—she wants this. She wants me.

"This is happening," She whispered, suddenly leaning in and pecking my lips. When my knees hit the side of my bed, I laid her down. I hopped in the bed with her, towering her. She looks as beautiful as ever under the dim lights of my bedroom. I cup her cheek and lean down to kiss her forehead.

I don't move back as I said, "Say that you want this,"

"I want this," She mumbled, her hot breath hitting my throat.

"Again,"

"I want you, Levi," She breathed.

"Again,"

"I've always wanted you," She arched her head back, and I felt her wet lips on my throat.

"Fuck. I like the sound of it. Again,"

"I want you to touch me," Her hands were on my back now.

I pulled myself back and looked at her once more before moving myself down, my lips sweeping on her face as I do. I grasped the hem of her top and pulled it above her head. I lay myself down beside her, my entire being turned to her, one of my legs between her legs.

"Did you walk around all day like this?" I ask as I lean down and suck on one of her nipples.

"Levi!" she cries out when I run my teeth across it and then bite the soft skin under her breast. She arched her back, pushing her breast more into my mouth, I gladly welcomed it in. Her fingers laced through my hair and I slid a hand beneath her head.

"These are mine now," I parted her legs using my free hand. Sliding my hand under her skirt, I slip my hand in her panties and run finger through her folds—Fuck, she's so wet. "This too is mine now," I said and tried to take my hands off her but her hands are already on my arm, stopping me.