<h4>Chapter 315: Love Making( Levi)</h4>


    Levi’s POV


    Moving upward, she drew me toward herself, and our lips crashed into a heated kiss.


    I groaned into her mouth, gripping her waist as she pulled me closer, our bodies sliding against each other with intoxicating friction.


    Olivia’s hand slid between us, fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. The sudden jolt of pleasure made me break the kiss with a low groan.


    "Patience," I rasped, my voice rough as I caught her wrist gently, trying to stop her.


    But she looked up at me, defiant and full of heat.


    "No," she whispered. "I’ve waited long enough."


    I stared into her eyes, and for a fleeting second, the world went quiet.


    No sound. No movement. Just her.


    The heat in the room, the thunder of my own heartbeat—everything narrowed to her gaze.


    I leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time. My mouth left hers to trail soft kisses down her neck, across her corbone, and finally to her breasts.


    I took my time there, gently drawing one nipple between my lips, sucking softly, teasing it with the tip of my tongue until she gasped my name and arched into me.


    My hand reced hers around my length, guiding it slowly between her thighs.


    She moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet me, her body already trembling with anticipation.


    I paused, just at her entrance, holding myself there as I looked at her pleasure-filled face. But her eyes were closed, and I really wanted to look into those fascinating eyes of hers while I made love to her.


    "Open your eyes, love," I whispered, my voice a low growl.


    Slowly, she did. And when she smiled at me, it felt like the earth shifted.


    "This is our first time alone," she whispered.


    I nodded, pride swelling in my chest as I leaned down to capture her lips in another deep, tender kiss, then pulled away.


    With a steady breath and locked in her gaze, I pressed forward—entering her inch by inch.


    Slowly. Reverently. Until we were fully joined. Until our hearts pounded in tandem and our breaths became one.


    "Goddess," I moaned.


    Her pussy wrapped around me like a velvet glove, wet and tight, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a moment just to hold back from losing it too soon.


    My wolf let out a guttural moan inside me, his voice echoing through my chest, syncing with hers like they were howling together.


    She felt like heaven—like honey and fire all at once. Her walls mped around my cock with pulsing need, drawing me deeper, begging me not to stop.


    My breath hitched, my hands gripping her hips as I held still inside her, just for a second longer, wanting to memorize how perfect she felt.


    "Levi..." she whispered, breathless, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered.


    "I know, baby," I murmured, brushing my nose against hers. "You feel so damn good."


    I began to move—slow, deliberate strokes that made her gasp each time I pulled back and pushed in again.


    Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin like she needed something to hold onto.


    I watched her every expression, every tremble and twitch of pleasure as I rolled my hips into hers, never breaking eye contact.


    The room was filled with our sounds—low groans, soft moans, the slick, sinful rhythm of our bodies joining.


    Her head tipped back, lips parting wider as I rocked into her again, deeper this time, and her moan echoed through the walls of the room.


    I bent forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.


    "Stay with me," I whispered. "Look at me."


    She did. Goddess, she did. Her eyes locked with mine, ssy with desire, full of emotion I didn’t deserve but craved like a starved man.


    With each thrust, I could feel her walls tightening, fluttering around me like her body was already close to the edge.


    My own release coiled low in my spine, my wolf pacing, snarling with the urge to mark her, to im herpletely, but I held myself back and continued thrusting, savoring each second, each sound she made, each clench of her body around mine.


    She was trembling beneath me, her fingers tangled in my hair, her lips parted in helpless moans.


    "Levi..." she gasped again, her voice cracking with pleasure. "I need more..."


    I groaned and kissed her deeply, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting her need, her desperation, and her love.


    "I’ve got you," I whispered against her lips, brushing a kiss across her cheek.


    Her body trembled beneath me, and I wanted her even closer—wanted to hold her in a way that wrapped her in mepletely.


    Slowly, I pulled out, making her whimper at the loss, then gently guided her onto her side.


    I slid my arm under her neck, cradling her head as I pulled her back to my chest, spooning her as if she belonged there.


    The angle opened her up for me perfectly, and I wasted no time in sliding back into her wet heat.


    We both gasped. Her body arched, and mine trembled with the new depth.


    "Fuck..." I rasped, pressing my forehead to the back of her neck. "You feel even tighter like this."


    She moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder, her hand reaching behind to grip my thigh as I began to thrust again—deeper, slower, dragging every inch through her until she was gasping my name with every breath.


    I kissed her shoulder, then down the curve of her neck, tasting the sweat and sweetness on her skin.


    My hand slid to her breast, cupping it, squeezing gently until she cried out again.


    Her nipple peaked between my fingers, and I rolled it slowly before recing my hand with my mouth.


    I sucked her breast, groaning around the soft flesh, flicking my tongue over her nipple as I continued to thrust from behind.


    She writhed against me, her body a mess of trembling desire, her moans now barely coherent whispers of my name.


    "Levi... please..." she begged, her leg tightening around mine, drawing me even closer, deeper.


    "I’m here," I murmured, sucking harder on her breast before letting it go with a wet pop and pressing kisses along her spine. "I’m not going anywhere."


    Her walls mped down again, fluttering wildly, and I knew she was close.


    I gripped her thigh, anchoring us together as I pounded into her, the wet sounds of our bodies echoing in the air, mixing with our breathless moans and guttural growls.


    My wolf was howling now, begging for release, demanding we mark her, but I controlled it with everything in me.


    "You’re mine, Olivia," I growled, my voice raw. "Say it."


    She gasped, twisting her head to the side until our eyes met again.


    "I’m yours," she cried. "Always."


    And with those words, she shattered—her body convulsing around me, her cry piercing the air as pleasure rocked through her.


    I felt here apart, every twitch and pulse dragging me with her into the abyss.


    With one final thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and let go, groaning her name against her skin as I spilled deep inside her, my heart pounding, my soul shaking.


    We stayed there, tangled and breathless, as the aftershocks rippled through us.


    My arms wrapped tighter around her, holding her against me, never wanting to let her go.


    "I love you," I whispered against her damp skin. "So fucking much."


    Her hand found mine and squeezed.


    "I know," she murmured, smiling softly. "I feel it... everywhere."