Page 62 of Savage Princess

The guilt is instantaneous, washing away all the good things I just felt and sending them spiraling down the drain with the water. I let myself sit there for a moment longer, gathering my strength, and then I start to stand up again.

“Easy, there,” Elena says as she reaches for me, like she’s soothing a wounded animal, helping me up as best as she can. “Here, I’ll help you.”

I want to tell her no, but I know I’m not capable of getting through it right now on my own. The intimacy of it makes my chest ache all over again as she helps me wash my hair and runs the coarse, soapy washcloth gently over my body, her hands on my skin nearly arousing me all over again, if I had the strength.

When she finally finishes and turns the water off, it’s all I can do not to kiss her again.

“Here.” She reaches for a towel, helping me dry off. “I’ve got some soup I can heat up, and then you need to sleep again. You’re not out of the woods yet, I don’t think.”

She’s right. The moment I lie down, the exhaustion overwhelms me. My eyes are closed before I even hear her starting to warm up the food.

And then there’s only dreamless sleep again.

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When I wake, I feel her soft hands on me, the brush of her lips against my throat. Her fingers slide down my chest, running through the hair, down to brush over the lines of muscle leading down to my cock, which is already responding to her touch. When I open my eyes, I see her next to me, her head on the pillow next to mine, watching me as she strokes her fingers over my skin.

“How are you feeling?” she whispers, and it takes me a moment to remember how to speak.

“Better.” I clear my throat, feeling a ripple of pleasure over my skin as my cock stiffens. She hasn’t even touched it yet, her fingers still pausing at my abs, but I’m already hard and aching. “Stronger.”

She smiles, a flicker of it ghosting over her lips, and then she leans in, pushing herself up on one elbow as she kisses me, soft and slow.

There’s no rush to it. Her mouth glides over mine, her hand flat against my hip as she runs the tip of her tongue over my lower lip, teasing my mouth open. The arousal doesn’t hurt as much as it did before, my muscles a bit more recovered, and though I can feel the wound pulling taut as my abs flex and my cock hardens, it’s worth it to feel her so close to me.

The thought that I should tell her to stop doesn’t cross my mind. Somewhere in the back of my head, I still know that this is supposed to come to an end, that I’m taking her to Boston, that there’s no future here. That every time we do this, it’s pulling us deeper into something that can only ever hurt us both.

But right now, all of my defenses are down, and all I want is her.

“I was so afraid,” she whispers, her lips grazing along my jaw. “I was so worried you were going to die. Not because I didn’t want to be alone here—but because I didn’t want to lose you.”

She pulls back a fraction, looking down at me. “I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.”

There’s something I’m supposed to say to that, some warning about how she’ll lose me eventually, how when we finally do get out of here, I’m going back to New York. But the words don’t come. She brushes her mouth along my throat, kissing that soft spot at the corner of my jaw that sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. Then she kisses lower still, her tongue flicking into the hollow of my collarbone as she raises herself up over me.

“Just lay still,” she whispers, grazing her teeth lightly over my skin. “I want to make you feel good. I want to spoil you.”

She nudges my legs apart gently, kneeling between my thighs in those tiny shorts and a tight tank top, and I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric as she presses a kiss to my chest, and another, small fluttering kisses as she works her way down, one hand wrapped around mine and the other on my hip.

I feel helpless to do anything other than lie there, letting her make her way down my body. It feels so fucking good—the sweet, warm puffs of her breath against my skin, the softness of her lips, the flick of her tongue across spots that I never knew were so sensitive. She flutters her tongue over my nipples, making me groan, and then down further, tracing the patterns of my tattoos, my old scars, all the way down to my navel as she runs her tongue along the deep cuts of muscle on either side.

“I like your scars,” she murmurs with a laugh. “I remember you telling me that women liked them. They’re sexy.”

Right now, the only person I give a shit about whether they like anything about me, is her. But I can’t find the words to tell her that, because her mouth is on my cock, her tongue sliding up the length of the shaft, her hands skimming up my inner thighs as she licks away the pre-cum pearling at the tip. I’m confident that I’m going to die after all when she takes me in her mouth and starts to suck.

Everything feels more sensitive, with that edge of pain left over. The pleasure is heightened, and I feel myself throb in her mouth as she tightens her lips around me, sliding down as she gently slips one hand beneath my balls and cups them in her palm, teasing them lightly as she takes as much of me in her mouth as she can.

“You look so fucking beautiful like that,” I groan, reaching up to trace my fingers over her hair. Her lips are pink and swollen around my cock, those wide doe eyes looking up at me as she struggles to take me deeper, and the feeling of her throat tightening around my cockhead has me on the verge of coming far too soon.

She slides back up, gasping for air, and I watch as she leans back, stripping her tank top over her head, her perfect breasts suddenly bare. My cock throbs at the sight, and as she slides the shorts off, I’m not certain how I’m going to manage to last very long inside of her.

“Is this okay?” she asks softly as she leans over me, carefully moving atop me in an effort not to jostle anything that’s injured. “If you want me to stop—”

“There’s nothing I want less in the world than for you to stop right now,” I tell her, and as I reach for her hips, I see a soft smile spread over her face.

I shouldn’t have said that. Nothing good will come of it in the end. But right now, it’s true.

She slips her hand between us, nudging the tip of my cock against her entrance, and she takes my hands as her hips roll down onto me. “Just let me take care of you,” she murmurs, leaning forward as I slide into her. It’s all I can do not to thrust up into her hard as the exquisite sensation envelops my cock, hot and wet and tight, and so fucking good that it almost hurts.

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