Levi's POV
I waited for her to pull away. To say no. To call me crazy or remind me she belonged to my uncle.
But she didn't.
She just stared at me… and for a second, I couldn't even breathe.
She didn't say anything.
Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes looked unsure—but not angry. Not afraid.
I leaned in again, slower this time.
And when I kissed her… it was like something inside me snapped.
It wasn't soft or gentle.
It was full of need. Hunger.
She gasped a little, and I felt her grip my shirt.
Her lips moved with mine, and a low sound left my throat—a moan I didn't even mean to let out.
I pulled her onto my lap without thinking.
My hands went to her waist, then her hips, holding her close.
She pressed against me, and we kissed again—deeper, harder, like we couldn't get enough of each other.
Her fingers ran through my hair, and mine moved to her lower back, then down.
I grabbed her ass, and she let out a soft moan into my mouth.
