Page 57 of Savage Assassin

I can hear the question in his voice, and it makes me want to laugh. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, not wanting to answer, but a moment later, I hear him again.

“Are you alright?”

I let out a sharp breath, feeling frustration well up in my chest. “You can’t honestly act like you don’t know why.” I swallow hard, tensing next to him, wanting to touch him so badly it almost hurts. “I know that you know.”

“We shouldn’t talk about it.” His voice is low and quiet, as if there were anyone out here to hear us. “Just go to sleep, Elena.”

“So you do know.” I roll over suddenly to face him, frustration pulsing through me until I feel like I could explode with it. “After what we did at the party, I don’t know why it matters so much. We could just–”

I hear him let out a sharp, short sigh. “That was to keep you safe, Elena. That’s theonlyreason that happened at the party. I didn’t have any other choice.”

“And if you had?” I don’t think he can see the expression on my face, even in the moonlight, but I glare at him anyway. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t have doneanything?”

There’s a moment of heavy silence, and Levin lets out a long breath. “I’d like to think that I wouldn’t have,” he says finally. “Honestly, Elena? I can’t say for sure. But I can keep it from going too far now.”

I move a little closer on the blanket, my heart pounding in my chest. “You said you wanted to take care of me,” I whisper. “I have something that I need you to take care of.”

Slowly, I reach up for his hand, intertwining my fingers with his as I bring it lower, down to the edge of my shirt, and then lower still, in between my thighs. “I want to find out what it feels like,” I murmur, sliding my hand over his until it’s pressed squarely where I need his touch the most. “I’ve only ever made myself come. I want to find out what it feels like for someone else to do it. Someone that I really want.”

Ifeelthe shudder that goes through him. His head tips back, and in the faint moonlight, I can see his jaw clench. I feel his hand flex against me, briefly cupping between my thighs as he lets out a deep, shaky sigh, and I can feel him relenting.

He looks at me, his gaze fixed on mine, and there’s something resolute in his eyes.

“Just this, Elena,” he says quietly. “I’ll show you. I’ll make you come, and you’ll enjoy every second of it.” There’s a low, husky promise in his voice that sends a shudder of anticipation through me, pulsing down between my thighs where his hand still rests. “Butonlythat. No sex. Alright?”

I nod, breathless at the thought of him touching me. “Yes,” I whisper, looking at him as my teeth sink into my lower lip, my body tense and trembling. “Please–”

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up to flick open the button of my shorts, deftly sliding the zipper down as his fingers slip inside. “I’ll make you come,ptitsa. Just like you asked me to. But slowly. The wayIwant to make you come.”

A jolt of lust sparks through me as I feel his fingers slide over my bare flesh, still on the outside, not dipping between my folds. My hips jerk forward instantly, arching into his hand. Levin chuckles lightly, his hand cupping me again as he reaches for my shorts with his other hand, tugging them down.

“So eager,” he murmurs, his voice deeper, thick with desire. “Slow, I said,ptitsa. Let me make it feel as good for you as I can.”

I swallow hard, one hand resting against his chest as he gently rubs his fingers back and forth, stroking the outside of my pussy softly, teasing me until I can feel my breath catching in my throat. Then, right as I’m on the verge of begging him once more to dosomething, two fingers dip between my folds, brushing against my clit.

I suck in a breath, gasping as an electric burst of pleasure washes over me, sharp and unexpected. “Levin–”

“I’m just getting started,” he murmurs, his fingertip just grazing my clit. “Slow, Elena. I want you to feel all of it. I want it to feel better than anything ever has.”

His free hand reaches for my chin, tipping my face up so that his lips graze over mine as lightly as his fingers are working lower down, a teasing, soft touch that has me breathless in an instant, trembling.

“Does that feel good,ptitsa?” he asks softly, his lips brushing over the edge of my jaw as his fingers press a little more firmly, rolling against my clit in quick, short strokes that leave me open-mouthed, a helpless moan spilling from my lips as my hand tightens in his shirt and I arch towards him.

I can’t speak. All I can do is nod as his lips slide down my throat, his teeth lightly grazing my skin as his fingers move just a little faster, testing rhythms to see what makes me gasp and cry out. It feels as if everything does, each variation better than the last. All I can do is moan as I writhe against him, feeling the pleasure build in a sweet, delicious crescendo that has me begging with the only word I can think of–his name.

“Slowly, Elena,” he murmurs. “Enjoy it. Don’t rush.”

I don’twantto rush, because I have no idea if this will ever happen again. This might be the only time he touches me like this, and I want to savor it,rememberit. I lean into him, my mouth pressed to his collarbone as I grip the front of his shirt, hips grinding against his hand as he settles into a firm rhythm, his fingers sliding over my clit in the same motion, again and again.

It feels so fucking good.Toogood. I want more. I wanteverything, all of him, and it’s everything I can do not to beg for it as I feel my pleasure reaching its crest, so close to the edge, and I know I’m about to go over.

“I–” I gasp against his skin, my entire body starting to tremble. “I’m going to–”

“I know,ptitsa,” Levin murmurs. “Good girl. Come for me, Elena.”

That shatters me. I cry out, my moan rising in pitch as my entire body seizes, hips arching into him as I come harder than I ever have in my life. I’ve never felt so much all at once. I know I’m impossibly wet, drenching his hand as the orgasm ripples through me in seemingly endless waves, over and over, until I don’t know if it will ever end–and I don’t ever want it to.

I expect him to stop, but he doesn’t. His mouth presses against my throat, sucking lightly as his fingers slide lower, circling and teasing my entrance as I collapse against him, still shivering with pleasure.

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