Page 67 of Savage Assassin

“Yes,” I whisper against his mouth. “Yes,please. Please make me come. I want all of it. I want everything.”

I’ve never meant anything more in my life. And I know, as Levin surges inside of me, groaning as he fucks me harder than before, a tiny fraction of his control slipping, that I would do anything to keep him with me.

For this to not be the only night I spend with him.

Levin

I’m losing my mind.

She feels so good, better than I’d imagined. Hot and wet and tight, seizing around my cock with every thrust, and I’m so close to coming that I can barely hold it back. I’vebeenclose since the moment I felt her clench around my cockhead, but I wanted to make it last.

I wanted to take it slowly, to make it good for her, as good as it possibly could be. I’ve never been anyone’s first before, but I’ve been with plenty of women–enough to know how to make sure it hurt her as little as possible. It had taken every ounce of my self-control to go as slowly as I had, but it was worth it.

Feeling her tremble underneath me, hearing her soft gasps and moans as I slid into her inch by inch–it all came close to undoing me again and again. And now, I’m on the very edge, wanting nothing more than to feel her come one more time before I lose myself.

Her lips are on mine, her nails sinking into my shoulders, her body moving under mine with quick, uncertain movements that tell me she’s close too. Everything about her is so innocent, so curious, and I never would have thought that would turn me on as much as it does. But she makes me feel as if I’m going insane with need.

I tried not to,I think as I kiss her again, trying to push away the guilt.How could I keep telling her no, after what she said?

“Levin–”

She gasps my name again, her breasts brushing against my chest as she writhes under me, and I feel her tighten and flutter around my cock, sending a jolt of pure pleasure down my spine. My hips jerk against hers, my cock throbbing as I struggle to hold back, and I kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth the way I want to shove my cock inside of her.

Next time,I think, and then close my eyes with a shudder, because I know there shouldn’t be a next time. This should be it. Once, so she knows what it’s like. Anything else–

Anything else is dangerous.

“I–I–” She moans against my mouth, her entire body going taut, and I feel a wave of heat flood me as I feel her start to come, trembling and clenching around me as she climaxes on my cock, her hips rolling against mine as she clings to me. “Levin,Levin!”

Hearing her shriek my name against my lips undoes me. My cock goes harder than I knew possible, throbbing as I drive into her one last time, seating myself as deeply in her as I can as I kiss her hard, feeling the first wave of my climax seize me as I fill her with the hot rush of my cum.

“Ohgod,” she moans, her hands pressing against the back of my head as my cock pulses inside of her again and again. I come harder than I have in years,morethan I can remember having come in a very long time. I can feel the heat of it, and I slide my arm beneath her, holding her against me as we both shudder together.

I don’t ever want to slip out of her. She presses her forehead against my neck, her hands against my chest, and I don’t want to let her go.

As I feel the last tremors of her climax go through her, I turn onto my side, still holding her against me. I’m still inside of her, and I feel her turn her head, her cheek against my shoulder.

I press a kiss to the top of her head, one hand stroking her hair as she curls against me, sliding down between her shoulder blades. I want her closer–as close as she can possibly be, and that terrifies me.

I’ve spent the last twelve years being the guy who rolls out of bed almost as soon as he comes and goes straight to the shower–leaving either the fee for the night or cab fare on the nightstand, depending on how I met the girl in my bed. It’s been that long since I’ve held a woman in my arms after sex, since I’ve had the desperate urge to stay inside someone, to keep that intimacy.

Elena makes me feel all of that, and more. I feel a fierce surge of protectiveness, a desire to keep her close and safe, and with that comes a frustrating wave of helplessness–because out here, it doesn’t seem as if I have very much control over that.

She shifts against me, pressing her lips to my throat, and I feel my cock twitch inside of her, coming back to life in a way that hasn’t happened to me in a long time, either. She lets out a soft, humming moan, her hips arching against mine as if to urge me on, and I chuckle against her hair.

“Not tonight,” I tell her gently. “You’ll be too sore in the morning if we go again. Besides, you need to rest.”

“I can sleep when I’m dead,” she mumbles against my throat, clearly going for gallows humor, but it has the opposite effect on me tonight. I can feel the arousal fade as I wrap my arms around her instead, resting my chin atop her head as I roll onto my back and gather her against my chest.

“Sleep now,” I suggest, hand stroking soothingly down her arm. “You need the rest for your ankle to heal.”

She makes a small, disappointed sound in the back of her throat, but it’s only minutes before I feel her breathing even out and hear the soft snores fill the air as she falls asleep.

Normally, I’d be passed out too. Usually, nothing knocks me out faster. But as I lie there and watch her sleep, all I can feel is the crushing weight of guilt.

When she rolls onto her side, away from me, I get up. Pulling my jeans back on, I walk a little ways down the beach, sitting on the sand within eyeshot of her in case she wakes up. I need a minute to think, and I can’t do it with her so close to me.

I’ve tried to reassure Elena by telling her that we have food and water for now, such as it is, to try to mitigate her fear. Still, I know she’s smart enough to understand the danger we’re in. Truthfully, I have no idea if we’re going to make it.

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