Page 61 of Savage Princess

“Levin—”

My cock jerks when she whispers my name against my mouth, hardening and sending a burst of pain through me as my muscles clench. I’m not well enough yet for this, and it’s maddening, because all I want to do is grab her, roll her onto her back, and drive myself as deeply inside of her as I can. I want her so much it hurts.

“What about that shower?” Elena whispers softly when I pull away, her liquid brown eyes searching mine.

Seeing her naked isn’t going to make this any easier. But a shower sounds like fucking heaven.

She helps me out of bed, inch by inch, until we’re hobbling across the room. For the first time, I’m thankful for how small and cramped these cheap motel rooms are because there’s not far to go.

“I’ll get the water started.” Elena walks to the shower as I lean against the wall, breathing more heavily than I should be, and trying not to look in the mirror. I can’t imagine that after a week of drowning in a fever in bed, it’s a pleasant sight.

Elena walks back over to me as the shower heats up, gently peeling the gauze away from my side. “You did a better job than I did with you,” I tell her wryly as I look down at the stitched line of flesh, and she laughs.

“I don’t know about that. It wasn’t easy.”

“Maybe you’ll have some sympathy for how yours looks now.”

She shrugs, pulling her shirt over her head, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her in nothing but the small shorts, her breasts completely bare. The ache to touch her throbs through my veins like another heartbeat, and I suck in a breath, my cock swelling as she hooks her thumbs in the waist of the shorts, pushing them down. It’s a casual motion, as if it’s nothing for her to undress in front of me, and the intimacy of it makes my heart lurch in my chest.

“I don’t mind it.” She glances down at her own scar and then at mine. “I guess we match, now.”

Out of nowhere, I feel the burn of tears at the back of my eyes, and I have to fight to hold them back. I’d forgotten, in the pain and the haze of the fever, about Elena’s endless optimism. About the way she seems to be able to make anything, even the thick pink ridge of flesh marring her otherwise perfect body, into something that appears less awful than it is.

“Mine is just another one to add to the collection.” I glance at her. “Yours is—”

“Not a big deal,” she says firmly, her hands brushing against my hips as she reaches for my boxers. “And–oh.”

She breathes in as she pushes them down, and my cock jerks upwards, slapping against my abs and making me groan with pain. I have no idea where I’m finding the strength, but I’m harder than I can recall being in recent memory. Elena’s eyes widen as she looks at me.

“Youmustbe feeling better.”

“Not really.” I close my eyes. “But my cock seems to think otherwise, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I definitely can’t—”

“I can.” Elena reaches for me, helping me into the shower, and as she closes the curtain on the other side of us, her hand wraps around my cock. “Does this feel good?”

“Fuck,I—”

It does feel good. It feels fucking incredible, the sensation of her soft hand rubbing up and down my straining flesh, her thumb sliding over my swollen cockhead as she leans up, pressing her lips against my collarbone as she strokes me. “Is this okay?” she whispers, and I know it’s going to both feel incredible and hurt like hell when I come, but I don’t have the will to say no. The feeling of her stroking my cock right now is better than anything I can imagine short of being inside of her, and I know I don’t have the strength to manage that.

“God, Elena—you don’t have to—”

“I know.” Her lips brush over my chest, her other hand curling around the back of my neck. “But I want to. You need to come, don’t you? I can feel how much you need to come. You’re so hard—”

My entire body goes rigid at that—the sound of her soft, sweet voice murmuring those words. And then she slides her other hand between her thighs. I think I’m going to pass out for an entirely different reason, as the blood throbs in my cock, and I’m certain there’s none left anywhere else in my body.

She turns me gently, so I’m leaning against the wall of the shower as she strokes me, and I know I’m not going to last long. It hasn’t actually been all that long—but itfeelsas good as if it’s been months, like her hand is the sweetest pleasure I can recall as she strokes faster, her voice drifting up to me, asking me if I want to come for her, cracking as her fingers move more quickly between her own thighs.

“Come with me,” she whispers. “I want to feel it. Come for me, please—”

I’m helpless. A shudder wracks my entire body as I feel her start to tremble, hear her low moan and feel her hand tighten around my cock as she starts to come on her fingers. Every muscle in my body is shot through with pain and pleasure at once as my cock starts to erupt. I grab her waist, groaning in mingled agony and the sweetest sensations I can imagine as my cum spurts over her skin, painting her belly and breasts with it as my knees go weak and I groan out her name.

It feels like it goes on forever, and she keeps stroking, lifting the fingers of her other hand to my lips so I can taste her. When the last drops of my cum trickle against her skin, I sag down to the floor of the shower.

“Fuck, Elena—” I breathe as she sinks down next to me, a mischievous smile on her face. “I thought you weren’t trying to kill me.”

“I thought you needed that,” she retorts, and as I look at her, I wonder if I’m still seeing the same girl that I rescued, what’s beginning to feel like a lifetime ago.

And if she isn’t—if all of this has made her into someone else, isn’t that my fault?

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