Page 66 of Savage Assassin

“I–” My hands curl against his chest as he leans into me, the weight of him pinning me to the blanket as the kiss deepens. I moan into the kiss, my hips moving with the rhythm of his fingers as he pushes me closer and closer to a second climax. I can feel myself trembling, tensing, arching upwards to press against him, and I reach up to grip his arms as I start to shudder as the pleasure begins to unfurl through me.

“Fuck,fuck–” Levin breathes the words against my mouth as I clench around his fingers, grinding against his hand as I cry out, my entire body tensing underneath him. Everything feels swollen, sensitive, almost too much–and I still want more.

I wanthim.

“Now,” I whisper, my hands sliding up to his shoulders, tugging at him. “Please, Levin. I don’t want to wait any longer. Please–”

“How am I supposed to say no to that?” His mouth crooks in a half-smile as he reaches down, pushing his jeans off, and I see his cock spring free, thick and so hard that it brushes against his abdomen as he reaches for it.

He leans over me, his mouth hovering over mine, and I can feel the tension running through every inch of him. “You’re sure, Elena?”

I don’t know how he can still ask me that. I can feel how much he wants me, can see it in the long, hard line of his cock, the tension in his jaw,hearit in the hoarse thickness of his voice. But he still hovers over me, looking down at me with an expression that tells me he’s going to wait until he’s absolutely certain.

“Yes,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his face. “I’m sure.”

He swallows hard, a shudder rippling through him, and I feel him nudge against me, his swollen tip pressing against my entrance. I can feel how big he is, and even after two orgasms, I’m not entirely sure how hecanfit inside of me. I can feel the pressure, burning as he starts to push himself inside of me, and Levin leans down, cupping his hand against my face.

“This is the hardest part,” he says gently. “It will feel better after this.”

And then he leans down, capturing my mouth with his, and thrusts.

Just an inch, maybe. Not all of him, not yet. His tongue slides into my mouth as the tip of his cock pushes into me, and I feel the stretching, burning pain of the first time–mitigated by the sweet pleasure of Levin’s mouth on mine, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone as he tilts my chin up so he can kiss me more deeply.

I feel him go very still, holding himself there as I tighten and flutter around him, and his forehead presses against mine as he breaks the kiss, groaning.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good–”

A shudder ripples down his spine, and I feel him clench the blanket next to my head with his other hand, fighting to stay still. I know he’s letting me get used to him, giving me time, but I want more. I want to feel him lose control.

I arch upwards, hooking my unhurt leg around his as I squirm beneath him, trying to get him to slide deeper. Levin lets out a trembling breath, then he kisses me again, and I feel him thrust again.

I let out a small cry as I feel him go deeper, almost too much, and Levin freezes again. “Are you alright?” he murmurs against my lips, and I nod shakily.

“It’s a lot,” I whisper, and he chuckles.

“What every man wants to hear.” He smooths my hair away from my cheek as I shiver underneath him, kissing me lightly. “I’ll go slowly, Elena. I promise.”

He keeps his promise. He slips into me, inch by inch, letting me get used to the feeling of him inside of me. Slowly, the pain gives way to the strange new sensation of him filling me, and as he slides in completely, going very still again, I let out a gasp.

“That feels good,” I whisper, looking up at him as I cling to his shoulders, trembling with mingled pleasure and nerves. “You feel good.”

“Does it?” Levin kisses me softly. “Are you ready for more?”

I nod, tilting my chin up. “Yes,” I murmur against his lips, arching beneath him. There’s no one on the beach but us, no one for who knows how far, but it feels like a sacrilege to speak above a whisper, anything beyond what he and I could hear.

I gasp when he starts to move, sliding out of me slowly, almost to the tip, and then back in again the same way. Each thrust is long and slow, turning any remaining pain to pleasure as I feel desire washing over me, drenching me with it. I cling to him as he kisses me harder, my nails biting into his shoulders.

“Elena–fuck–” He breathes my name against my mouth, his hips moving against mine as he sinks to the hilt again, and then I feel him speed up just a little, his strokes faster now.

It’s impossible to make him lose control. I can feel him almost vibrating with the tension of holding himself back, keeping himself from fucking me as fast and hard as I know he must want to. Still, he keeps a slow pace, letting me get used to every new sensation.

With that comes the building pleasure from before. He grinds against my clit each time his hips meet mine, and I arch up, my breasts pressing against his chest as I lean up to kiss him, moaning with every stroke of his cock inside of me. It all feels so good–the sensation of him filling me up, thick and hard, bare skin on bare skin, warm lips against mine. I’m lost in the newness of it, the intensity, and as Levin shudders above me, I press both of my hands against his face, deepening the kiss.

“I won’t last much longer,” he groans against my mouth, his forehead pressed to mine again as he sucks in a breath, hips jerking as he sinks into me. “You feel too good–fuck–”

“I’m close too,” I whisper, sliding my hands down to press against his chest. I want to feel all of him, to memorize all of this. “Just a little more–”

“I want you to come for me again.” He kisses me, fast and hard. “Come on my cock, Elena. And then let me fill you up–”

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