Page 58 of Savage Assassin

“Show me if you can come for me again,” he whispers in my ear. All I can manage is another helpless moan as I nod, my forehead pressed to his shoulder as his fingers slowly tease me back from the ebb of pleasure.

I want him to slide his fingers inside of me. I grind against his hand, trying to find the angle that will give me what I need, feeling hollow and aching to be filled up. He deftly keeps his fingers on the outside of me despite my best efforts, only teasing until he slides them up again, through the slick arousal left from my orgasm, up to my still-throbbing clit.

When his fingertips brush against my over-sensitive flesh, I cry out, shuddering against him as he deftly finds that gentle rhythm again, easing me into the slow arc of pleasure once more.

“Levin, please–” I manage to breathe the words between gasps, feeling as if there’s nothing beyond the steady thrum of sensation rippling through me from what his fingers are doing. “Please, I want–”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his fingers speeding up just a little, circling where I need them the most. “I know what you need. Just a little more, and you can come for me again, little bird.”

I let out a sob of pleasure as his fingers stroke directly over my clit again, moaning his name, wanting more and knowing that this is as far as he’s going to go.Greedy, a small voice whispers in my head as Levin pushes me to the brink of a second orgasm, my thighs trembling around his hand as I writhe against him.Isn’t this enough?

It doesn’t feel like enough. It doesn’t feel like it couldeverbe enough. I’m acutely aware of where I am, on a blanket on an abandoned beach beneath the stars, clinging to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen as he makes me come for him without asking for anything in return. It’s wild and romantic and beyond anything I’d ever thought would ever happen to me, and I want to keep going. I want to take this all the way to the conclusion, all the way until I find out what I’ve been missing out on all this time.

“That’s right,” he whispers against my ear as I start to shudder again, the pleasure rising until all it can do is crash over me yet again. “Come for me again, Elena.”

My body obeys, hips thrusting as I ride his hand to the inevitable climax, my head falling back as I cry out, a high-pitched sound that’s something like his name. I don’t ever want it to end; the feeling carrying me higher than I ever imagined. I press my mouth against his shoulder, my back arched as I try to pull him closer, to get as close to him as I can possibly be.

“Come for me,” he murmurs as I do exactly that, his fingers never stopping. “That’s right. Such a good girl,ptitsa.”

I’m gasping, small, sobbing breaths when I go lax against him, still trembling from the force of the second climax. I feel his hand slip away from me, and I want to grab his wrist and pull it back, for him to never, ever stop. The idea that I might never feel him do that again is unthinkable.

But I also want to do something for him.

I can feel him pressed against my thigh, as close as we are. He’s incredibly hard, stiff, and straining against the fabric of his jeans, and I’m overwhelmed with the desire to touch and explore him, to find out how I can makehimcome as hard as he just did for me.

Levin rolls onto his back on the blanket, jaw clenched as he sucks in a deep breath, and I can tell that he’s fighting for control. I push myself up on my elbow, my hand touching his thigh as I lean over him, and his hand snaps out, grabbing my shoulder.

“Elena–” his voice is a low warning. “What did I say?”

“You said no sex.” I slide my hand up, fingers toying with the leather of his belt. “That’s fine. We won’t do that. But this–”

I tug at his belt buckle, and he lets out a low groan, his eyes closing as his hand tightens. “Elena–”

“I want to make you feel good, too,” I murmur, slipping the buckle free. “Let me make you come, Levin. Please–”

I reach for the button of his jeans, and this time, he doesn’t stop me.

Levin

I’ve reached the very end of my self-control.

I’d been afraid I would. I knew I was dancing with danger when I let myself touch her as intimately as I just did. Still, I’d reasoned it away, telling myself that it was for her, just to give her something.

Now her hand is on my cock, and I don’t think I can stop her again.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” she murmurs as she undoes my belt, her fingers tugging open the button at the top of my jeans. “Let me make you come, Levin. Please–”

Hearing a beautiful woman beg me to let her make me come, when I know to the very depths of my soul that I should tell her no, has to be one of the worst tortures that god or man could ever devise.

“I want to find out–”

“What it feels like,” I finish through gritted teeth. “I know. You said that earlier.”Goddamn it.Her fingers are already tugging down my zipper, curiously slipping inside to seek out my hard, aching cock, and I’m beyond the limits of my ability to stop her. How any man is meant to stop a woman so desperate to pleasure him, I have no fucking idea.

I haven’t wanted anything in years as much as I want this. Everything about her turns me on in a way that I haven’t experienced in so long. I’d forgotten what it was like to want someone so much, to the very depths of my being.

When her hand touches me, I’m fucking lost.

“You’re so big,” she breathes as she frees my cock, her hand sliding down the length of it. I’m dripping pre-cum already, pearling at the tip and sliding down my shaft long before she touched me, and I’m slick with it in an instant as she strokes me, letting out a small hum of pleasure that goes straight to my cock.

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