It's complicated: Levi x Petra Lemon

Chapter 3: Hidden demands

So i'll warn you guys now. This is part three and soon it will get quite detailed. Maybe R....

Levi remained a tight grip over Petra, feeling his body relax. He inhaled her sweet honey scent. If only it was so easy. If only he could love her and support her the way a man should. The way she deserved to be treated. He was the strong superior who could kill titans. When it came to love however he was out of his depth.

Gripping her waist, he felt his shoulders shake, his feelings unable to hide any longer. Gathering the courage, he squeezed her muscular thigh, feeling less controlled by the minute.

Petra was speechless and couldn't help but smile with her face flushed more.  She felt conflicted as he felt his firm hands roam around her upper thigh, making her blush more.

"L-levi..." she stared at him. He was getting harder to ignore and she found herself getting excited. She scolded herself . This was not allowed. It couldn't happen.

Her honey coloured eyes locked with his trying to determine his thoughts. She could see a passionate overpowering look in his dark pupils. A faint sparkle within that she had never notice before.

He was looking at her with such longing and she couldn't help but smile relishing his touch.

"Petra" Pointing his finger to her lips, she was silenced as his gentle touch overwhelmed her. It was so careful. So gentle. The complete opposite to the hard superior she had grown to love. His hands continued to trace her upper thigh. His long calloused fingers making his way up her toned muscular leg. She felt her face flush even more, wondering what he would do.

Levi moved his hands further and further up feeling a sudden lust for her. Squeezing her thigh, she blushed more letting out a slight murmur. Levi squeezed harder wanting to please her.

The doe eyed look he was giving her drove him crazy, making him want to never let her go. Grabbing onto her hips, she spun around facing him. A look of pure shock and confusion.

He wanted to make her even more dishevelled and for her to cling to the bedsheet arched over drenched in sweat and panting, begging him for mercy. For her to yell his name loudly in that sexy voice she wasn't aware of. To make her wet and love her, waking up next to her to continue harder and faster. To mark her all over and make her his very own with red imprints like a tribal pattern imprinted on her body.

His lips curled into a smirk and she looked at him. Her face filled with confusion yet happiness.

"Petra, I want you. Here and now."