There was no way he was letting her walk. Even when they reached the HQ late in the night, and their brats were probably asleep, he offered to help her off his horse, but her feet never touched the soil. He carried her from the stables all the way to their house and then upstairs. Nathalie tried her best to complain. She tried her best not to show how much she liked it. But she couldn't help it. She nuzzled her face in his chest and she kept her eyes closed.
She felt peace. She knew the serum was only a temporary solution to her problem, and it wasn't a good option to be injecting herself with that, but she could no longer feel that burning sensation in her throat. She could no longer feel the immense headaches, nor the taste of blood in her mouth. She felt good. She felt alive.
Next thing she knew, she was lying down. He placed her gently back down on her side of their bed and he leaned in. He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm going to take a shower. You rest," He said softly. His hand reached for her glasses, taking them off her nose and placing them on the bedside table nearby.
She grinned. "Not dragging me with you? That's a first,"
"I'm trying to be considerate. Don't ruin it," Levi frowned as he sat beside her on the bed and Nathalie laughed. She had no idea why, but sometimes his grumpiness was just so cute and hilarious. Levi tried his best not to let his frown falter, but he couldn't help it. He had missed her sweet laughter. She was probably the only person in the world that he could make laugh.
"Alright then, I'll appreciate your efforts, since you're putting so much of your ego into them, and not to mention that if I didn't, you'd just-" She tried to say but he muffled her with his lips.
His tongue penetrated her mouth and Nathalie giggled in the kiss. Her tongue responded sweetly against his own. Levi sighed. It was almost a sigh of relief. Relief that she was okay. That she was going to live. That she wasn't going to suffer. At least, not anymore. Her skin was rosy, and warm. He could still tell even in the darkness of their room. Though, the moonlight stole in through the window and it was enough.
His arms slipped around her tightly. He needed her close. As close as he could get to her. He settled her on his lap. Her legs parted around his waist. Her knees, planted on the mattress, straddling him. Their mouths still joined, and his fingers were almost clutching on her clothes, her shirt, her skirt. He groaned in her mouth before he pulled back. His hand reached for her hair, giving her head a punishing pull that had her gasping. Her body arched. Her scalp stung, but she bit her lip and let out a moan that made him bite his tongue. So beautiful and so helpless right there beneath his grasp. He loved it. He loved the power he had over her. But he couldn't deny that she had an equal power over him.
Damn her. There was no way he was going for a shower now. Maybe he should leave this for the morning. And maybe he could drag her with him in the morning too. Her delicate fingers reached for his ascot, untying it hurriedly. He knew exactly what she had in mind. He had no idea she had the energy for that. He thought she was tired. He wasn't going to complain though. His Nathalie, lively, and strong, and happy. She was back. He had missed her. He could take her rough tonight without the fear of hurting her.
She was untying the buttons of his own shirt now, eager to slip her fingers beneath, and touch his skin. "Yours," He ordered and she bit her tongue.
Her hands let go off his shirt and she started unbuttoning her own. She was doing it slower though, as if she was deliberately trying to torture him. She had a mischievous smile on her lips. He raised an eyebrow. He just had to remind her who exactly was in control.
His hand crushed down on her buttock with a sharp blow that knocked her body forward against his own. Nathalie gasped, but he did not let her breathe. His hand caught her hair again, pulling her head back and making her back slightly arch. He leaned close till his nose was brushing against her pulse point in her neck. His breath landed hot down on her slightly exposed chest.
"Faster," He said sternly and she immediately complied.
She never got to pull her shirt down her shoulders. He tore it away from her with a jerk. His hands slipped back. His skilful fingers blindly unclipped her bra, and it had fallen on the floor before she even knew it. He buried his face in her neck right away and he started biting. He didn't care to go slow. He didn't care to go easy on her. He had missed her. He had missed biting, and suckling and pulling on the wonderful skin of his Nathalie. The sounds that she made were like music to his ears.
He pulled a nipple in his mouth. Her tender nipple was hard against his tongue as he licked and sucked and bit down wildly. Nathalie gasped again. Her hands reached for his hair. Fingers clenched in them and his name hung from her lips like a soft prayer. Shivers ran down her spine. His own arms were all around her. Digging on the soft skin, and giving her the right amount of pain and pleasure.
He pulled her other nipple in his mouth and he did the same. It drove her insane. He was going to make her desperate. He was going to make her beg. But she wasn't fully naked yet. It frustrated him. He spanked her buttock once again and Nathalie squirmed. It still stung, even above the fabric of her skirt. Her body trembled beneath his touch. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, pulling roughly on the soft, sensitive flesh.
"Stand up and strip. I want to watch you," He snarled.
Nathalie bit her lip. He wanted to watch her. She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was going to feel. Standing up taking off her clothes in front of someone. That was an entirely foreign act that she would never dare to do in front of anybody. But Levi wasn't just anybody. Levi was her husband. She belonged to him. She had submitted to him. He had seen her naked multiple times before. He had used and kissed and touched the entirety of the body that she so much hated. How could he be so perfect and yet still want her?
Nathalie always wondered. And she would always wonder that same question. She was too ashamed to ask. But she felt indebted to him, for simply being in her life. For loving her. For picking her up when she fell. For holding her when she needed him. He had always been there. He had always been her one and only and she was grateful. Maybe that was why she had submitted to this man so easily. She loved him.
And she did exactly as he had asked. She stood up on her wobbly feet. Heat had started gathering between her legs. Her clit was twitching in anticipation. She just had to throw all embarrassments aside and just open up to this man. She could never muster the courage to do it for anybody else. What Erwin was trying to do, was a hopeless cause. She didn't know him enough. But Levi… she knew him more than anyone, and he knew her more than anyone as well. What they had was precious.
Nathalie pushed down her grey skirt. It landed on her ankles and she slipped out of it and now just one piece of clothing remained. Her knickers. She tried her best not to look at him in the eye, but she could still feel his eyes burning through her skin in an intensity that she'd never felt before. She pushed her knickers down her legs, and now she was fully naked. She didn't get the chance to say or do anything when his arms slipped around her. Before she even knew it, her back crushed against the soft mattress of their bed, and the air was knocked out of her lungs.
She tried to lift her head up, only to see Levi, kneeling down between her legs. He settled her feet on his shoulders before he dove right in like a starving man in a buffet. Warm lips closed tightly around her clit and Nathalie's hand reached for her mouth, muffling herself right away. Her body arched. Eyes widened. Her head rolled back on the mattress.
Oh boy, she had forgotten how good he was at this. His tongue lapped around her sensitive flesh. Her hips tried to lift up and fuck herself on his tongue, but his hands caught her waist and pushed her back down, showing her once more just how much he overpowered her.
He pulled her clit in his mouth and he thrust two fingers inside of her at the same time. Nathalie would've screamed if she wasn't biting on her fingers. Her whole body tensed and trembled beneath his touch. Dammit. His fingers worked inside of her furiously. She was so wet, his fingers massaged her walls easily. His tongue gave her clit another flick, and that was what set her over the edge. Nathalie screamed against her hand. All thoughts of keeping quiet were now gone. All she could feel was the wonderful way he was finger-fucking her through her orgasm.
He growled against her heat. He couldn't stop tasting her. He couldn't stop eliciting those sounds out of her. He couldn't stop seeing how helpless and desperate he made her feel for him. Levi's fingers never stopped their ferocious pace into her trembling body. He leaned in and rolled his lips across her clit again. Nathalie squirmed. Her hand found his hair. Fingers clenched into the raven strands and he groaned against her wet heat. Her hips buckled helplessly beneath his arms and she didn't know whether she was trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, or just meet it with movements of her own.
She didn't care. She pressed her head back. Her hands let go of her mouth and his hair and reached to grab on the bedsheets. Her knuckles turned into a milky white colour as her fingers fisted around the soft blankets and her lips parted into a silent cry. She came again. Her hole spasmed around his pumping fingers as he took her hard through her orgasm till her whole body was shaking. Levi licked his way back up to her. He pulled off his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and pushed off his pants and all other pieces of clothing still clinging on his body.
Now they were both naked, and she was so wet, and stretched, and ready for him. His wet lips laid kisses on her thighs, her belly, her wonderful breasts, her chest. He didn't leave part of her that he didn't kiss and touch and worship. He cupped her face as he laid kisses on her chin, her cheekbone, her lips, her cheeks. He didn't catch her lips. He allowed her to breathe. She was panting hard against his ear, and he pulled back to look down at the mess that she was. He had made her a mess. Bitten lips, marked neck, messy hair, dilated pupils. He felt proud. So damn proud.
She was his, and everybody knew that. He should probably kiss her in front of Erwin someday. He should probably catch her hair, and pull her head back, and elicit her winces and her whimpers and her squirms, and he should have Erwin watch just how much his own she was. Just how much she had succumbed to him. Utterly.
Levi smirked on the thought. His forehead pressed against her own. His hands kept himself from crushing her. She could feel his erection brushing hard across her belly and she wanted nothing but to feel him inside of her. Her legs parted around him and he settled between them. He caught her lips in a wild kiss after he made sure she had caught her breath.
Nathalie moaned. She tasted herself on his tongue. Her fingers found his face, his hair, his shoulders, his back. She touched him everywhere and it only made him shut his eyes and groan in her mouth. Her hand reached for his cock. Levi gasped and pulled away from the kiss when she grasped him in her fist and guided him to her opening. He caught her lips again, to muffle her cry as he slipped in with force.
Nathalie groaned against his lips. His tongue forced its way down her throat. A hand reached for his hair, but he caught her wrist and pinned her hand back down on the mattress at the height of her head. There she was. He had her trapped. Her body trembled, still sensitive from the previous tense orgasms. But he wasn't done with her, and there was nothing she could do to resist. She was this mercy. She wouldn't have it any other way.
"You're not allowed to scream," He whispered against her lips.
Before Nathalie could try to form an answer to that, he started thrusting. She gritted her teeth, and a scream was turned into a groan. Her free hand clamped around her lips, trying her best to keep herself quiet, just as her husband had ordered her, but she couldn't help it. He was moving so fast and so deep, her eyes almost watered. He hadn't taken her so hard the past few weeks. His hard cock slipped balls deep. The sounds of skin, slapping against skin, and her helpless body enveloping him just right. Levi groaned.
His hands kept him from crushing her. He was still keeping her one wrist pinned beside her head. His fingers were so tight around her flesh, almost stopping the blood flow, but Nathalie could barely care. She could only focus on how thoroughly he was fucking her, and he didn't seem to give a shit whether she could take it or not. Of course, she could. His Nathalie was the strongest woman he'd ever known. She could take everything he'd throw at her.
Levi leaned down and he started biting and licking and suckling. He was going to give her more of his marks since some of the previous once had disappeared because of the serum. He didn't care. He bit down on her sensitive flesh as he took her rough and listened to the desperate gasps and whimpers and squirms that would otherwise would be screams and would have wakened their brats from downstairs.
She came hard around him. Her juices pulled him deep and he growled against her neck. Her walls felt so good, convulsing around his length as he pounded into her a few more times, fucking her mercilessly through her orgasm. Levi pulled out and before she could catch her breath, he flipped her around. Now she was lying face down on the mattress. Her feet hung from the edge of the bed but he caught her, settling her body further on top the soft mattress.
He climbed on the bed, and stood on his knees. He grabbed a pillow and he settled it beneath her belly so that her ass was thrust up. Warm arms slipped on the plush, wonderful skin of her rear, caressing softly, before pushed back in. Nathalie gasped as he slipped all the way in and he leaned down. His chest pressed against her back. His mouth found her shoulder. Levi's weight pressed her flushed down on the bed. An arm slipped between her body and the bed and he found a nipple. His fingers squeezed around the sensitive bud, almost painfully. Her body trembled beneath him. Her hole ached from the overstimulation, but he wasn't done with her.
"Levi… please-" Nathalie whimpered helplessly, and she didn't know whether she was trying to tell him to stop, or just beg him to start fucking her again. But a loud smack came on her buttock and the sudden sting cut her. Nathalie let out a mewl that made him bite his tongue. He spanked her buttock again and she let out that same mewl. If she kept it up, he was going to come on the spot.
"Please, what, Lieutenant?" He growled in her ear. He caught her hair. Fingers fisted in the sensitive roots lifting her face up off the mattress. "Are you going to beg for my cum, hmm?" He caught her earlobe between his teeth, grazing painfully. "So fucking wet, I want to fucking waste you. I want to fill that tight little cunt of yours with my cum," He groaned as he pulled out of her and he thrust back in with force. Nathalie cried out. All thoughts of keeping quiet were long gone now. Fuck it. "Beg," He ordered. His teeth sunk in her shoulder blade. She gritted her teeth, overwhelmed with just the right amounts of pleasure and pain that he forced upon her body.
But she could do nothing but oblige to the wishes of her Captain. Her husband. Her lover. Her all. "Please, please, sir, fill me up with your cum, please," She threw aside all values and self-respect and dignity. There were none of these here. She was exposed. She was a slave to her master and that was all that she ever wanted.
He loved how desperate his Nathalie was for him. "Good girl," He praised. His voice, low. His breath, hot, against her earlobe and he started thrusting again. He pulled back and roughly back in, hitting that spot that would have made her scream but his hand reached for her hair, pushing her face back on the mattress, muffling her effectively as he started taking her again.
He set a rough pace. His cock massaged her insides and he started hitting that sensitive spot deep within her and she groaned. Her lungs, limited on oxygen, but she didn't care if she'd pass out. He could have his way with her for all he wanted. Levi's hand landed back on her buttock with another harsh smack that reverberated through the room. She was fairly certain the shape of the palm of his hand was probably stamped on her flesh but her mind went blank when she came again. Her body trembled beneath him. A loud whimper escaped her lips accompanied by a whisper of his name.
She clenched so tight around him. He fucked her through her orgasm, till he came inside of her. His seed plunged deep, coating her walls and filling her abdomen with his white-hot precious liquid. He groaned and panted hard against her nape. The thought struck him and his eyes almost widened.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, as he pressed his forehead against her back and Nathalie giggled breathlessly.
"Don't ever worry about fucking me like that,"
He chuckled against her soft skin, and he pulled out of her. He couldn't help watching as his cum seeped out of her opening. Her buttock, slightly red. Her back filled with his marks. He couldn't hold back a smirk that spread across his lips. Her body was limp as he flipped her face up. Her hands slipped around his shoulders and she tugged him close. Her lips met his own in a wonderful, lazy kiss. He sighed. His tongue responded right away, slipping across her own, and gathering her wonderful taste.
His hands slipped around her and he settled her body properly on the bed, with her head on her pillows. Levi pulled the bedsheets up to cover her body and he slipped beside her. Nathalie clung onto him right away. She buried her face in his neck and she closed her eyes. Her hands found his bare chest. Palms pressed flat against the white, scarred skin. His arms slipped around her right away, pulling her body close and pressed against his own.
He sighed against her hair. His Nathalie was going to be okay. His beloved wife was going to live and he couldn't be happier. He never thought one person could make him so happy and he barely knew how happiness felt like. It must've been that warm feeling beneath his chest that made his heart beat fast and loud.
Levi buried his face in her hair. His arms almost clutched around her and he sighed contently once more. He was going to hold her like this all night, and for all the nights to come.