Page 65 of Savage Assassin

“So are you.” His voice is almost reverent as he unhooks the clasp of my bra, dragging the straps down my shoulders as he tosses it aside.

His mouth presses down between my breasts, his tongue tracing a path there as he slides both hands around the curve of them. I let out a soft, shuddering breath, hands curling in the blanket as my back arches at his touch.

Slowis also torturous. Every stroke of his fingers and flick of his tongue against my skin makes me feel as if I’m going to come out of it, as if my skin is too tight, my body aching for more of him–and it’s also exquisite, pleasure tingling over every inch of me as he teases my nipples to stiff peaks and then rolls his tongue over each of them, sucking my flesh into his mouth as I squirm and whimper underneath him.

I know he must be aching just as much. I slide one hand down as I fumble with his zipper with the other, my palm sliding over the thick ridge of his cock. I hear the breath he sucks in, the sharp jerk of his hips, pushing himself against my hand as I let out another soft moan at the feeling of his tongue against my sensitive nipple.

“Not yet,” he murmurs hoarsely as I try to reach inside of his jeans. He twitches his hips out of the way, reaching for my hands and gently pinning them down at my sides. “You’re not ready yet, Elena.”

“What? I–” For a brief second, I thinkhe’schanged his mind, that he’s about to tell me we have to stop. But then he starts to kiss his way down my stomach, and I realize he has something else in mind.

My stomach tightens with anticipation at the realization of what he’s about to do, and I hear his low chuckle as he feels it. His hands are at the edge of my shorts, undoing them, pulling them down, and I squirm under his touch as his lips graze past my navel and then lower still.

“Remember what I said,” he murmurs softly, sweeping his mouth between my hipbones. “If it’s too much, tell me.”

I can’t speak. I can barely think as he tosses my shorts and panties aside, leaving me completely bare as his hands smooth up my inner thighs, spreading my legs open slowly. His lips press against the soft flesh there, sliding higher to the crease of my thigh, and I feel as if I can’t breathe any longer.

Gently, he brushes his thumbs upwards over the soft flesh between them, spreading me open almost delicately as he leans forward. I hear his low groan as his tongue flicks out against my clit, and I let out a cry of pleasure at the sudden, new sensation.

It feels so fucking good. His tongue presses against me, wet and hot, sliding over my drenched flesh as he opens me wider, spreading my thighs with light pressure from his arms. His tongue circles my clit in slow circles that leave me gasping, my head thrown back against the blanket and my fingers digging into it as I feel that knot of pleasure in my lower belly tightening.

My heart is fluttering in my chest, my breath is caught in my throat, an orgasm building that I know will be more intense than anything I’ve felt before. I’m almost afraid of it, but I don’t want him to stop. It feels too good.

He groans as his tongue slides over my clit again, and then lower, sweeping over me as his hands tighten against my thighs. “You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, his tongue circling my entrance before sliding back up to flutter against my aching clit. “So fucking good–”

I can feel myself flush at the thought of him tasting me, of it turning him on. I can feel that it is, from the way he’s holding me, the low sounds that vibrate over me as he presses his mouth tighter against my pussy, his tongue working faster now in the rhythm that he’s realized feels the best.

I’m so close. I can feel it building, tightening, that burst of pleasure that will crash over me at any moment. Then, Levin’s lips tighten around my clit, sucking the throbbing flesh into his mouth, and I lose all semblance of control.

I forget where I am, everything except the waves of pleasure bursting over me as I let out a moan that turns to a high-pitched cry, bucking and writhing under him as his mouth keeps sucking, licking, driving me into spasms of sensation that I never knew were possible. I come hard, riding his face as he holds me against the blanket, and all I can think is that I never, ever want him to stop.

When the ripples of pleasure start to recede, I reach for him, gripping his muscled upper arm as I try to tug him up my body. “Levin, please–” I gasp, and he looks up from between my thighs. I can faintly see his lips glistening from how wet I am, and it sends another pulse of desire through me.

“Not yet,” he says gently. “I’m going to make sure you’re ready for my cock, Elena. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What does that even mean?” I gasp, my head falling back as his hands gently stroke my inner thighs. “I’m ready. I–”

“No. You’re not.” His hand slides up, his fingers gently teasing my entrance. “You’re so wet,ptitsa. But you need a little more.”

I feel one finger press into me, just slightly. “I’m going to make you come for me like this, Elena. One more, and then you can have my cock.”

His voice is taut with need as he says it, and I can feel the tension in the other hand on my thigh, how hard he’s trying to hold himself back, to go slow.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispers as his finger slips into me, slow and gentle, his thumb pressing lightly against my sensitive clit. He rolls it lightly under the pad of his thumb as I squirm a little, the intrusion of his finger feeling a little strange–and good.

“More,” I whisper, and Levin chuckles.

“Greedy girl,” he murmurs, but there’s a hint of amusement in his voice. “Take my fingers first, and come for me like a good girl, Elena. I have to be sure you’re ready for me.”

I feel myself tighten around his finger as he slides it deeper, curling it inside of me, and he groans, his jaw tensing.

“Fuck, I want to be inside of you,” he murmurs, his finger moving ever so slightly inside of me. A strange ripple of sensation goes through me, and I arch my hips upwards, wanting more of it. More ofhim.

“That feels good,” I whisper, and I move a little more, wanting him deeper. I reach up, grabbing his arm again as I tug him down, wanting him to kiss me.

He leans forwards, and I feel a second finger pressing against me as his lips find mine, brushing over my mouth as he lets out a low moan.

“God, Elena–” His second finger pushes inside of me, and I clench around him, shuddering as I gasp and arch upwards. His thumb is rubbing over my clit faster now, and I feel his fingers starting to move as well, thrusting slowly inside of me as he opens me up for him, readying me for what we both want.

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