His Rose

Epilogue (II)

⚜️I never regretted the day that I called you mine..⚜️

Alestia

Stare.

I stare at the mahogany doors for a moment before knocking.

"Come in." A deep sound responds from inside.

I find myself pinned against the wall as a warm pair of lips engulfs mine. A clashing of lips and a fight for dominance ensues. Hands digs in my waist as mine dig into his hair.

We part with a final peck, eyes only holding one another.

"Good morning, love."

Can you get turned on by someone's voice?

"What if it was someone else?" I question. He always pulled me inside for a kiss without properly looking who the person was.

Unless he had magical powers, that was risky.

"I recognize the style of your knocks." He informs absentmindedly, digging his face in my neck once he lets me down on his lap.

"Well that's disturbing." I retort playfully.

He chuckles,"Oh hush, you love my stalkerish ways."

"I'm not so sure...do I?" I hum teasingly slightly grinding on him, enjoying his strained expressions.

He shuts me up with another electrifying kiss that leaves me breathless.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I complain looking at his desk full of papers.

We were more than busy in this period of time but he insisted on taking most of the stress on himself.

Like seriously, I wasn't a fragile bird that needed shelter.

"Calm down tiger, it's because I exhausted you a little too much last night." He whispers into my neck.

This time my expression gets strained.

Last night. Cough. Cough.

It was......productive to say the least. We had fucked around for the majority of the night and it was simply put hot.

Very disturbingly hot.

So much that the flashbacks were enough to get me wet.

Levi's lips turned into a smirk against my neck as his hand travelled down towards my wetness.

"Hmmm what's this? You aren't thinking about last night are you?" He taunts.

"N-no."

Of course I have stutter now.

Then his hands reach the area I want it to and traces my swollen clit gently.

"No? But you're so wet." He retorts smirking darkly.

I chose not to reply.

"Maybe you're recalling the part where I tied you up?" He questions.

My face would soon start dripping blood.

"Or maybe when I fucked your mouth till it was sore?"

I glare at him. Would it kill him to stop embarrassing me?

"You say that but you're turned on by it."

As usual, the subconscious gets ignored. By now, I was more than used to it.

Then without warning, he shoves two fingers inside me causing a gasp to leave my lips.

"Or maybe when you begged for my fingers inside of you?" His blue eyes had gotten incredibly darker with lust as his fingers moved at an extremely fast pace.