Page 11 of Savage Princess

I hear the sound of the door, footsteps on the rough carpet, and my eyes fly open as my entire body floods with an embarrassed heat. I freeze, my hand still between my thighs as I see Levin standing there, a towel wrapped around his waist, his gaze settling on me with a startled heat in his expression that has me hovering on the very edge of coming anyway.

I can see the moment of indecision on his face, the second where he considers dropping the towel and joining me in bed, finishing what I’ve started. I see that hunger in his face, the jolt of lust—and I also see the moment where he regains his control, swallowing hard as he takes a step back.

My face is burning hot. I know I must be a deeper red than I’ve ever been in my life as I jerk my hand away from my pussy, feeling hot, embarrassed tears pricking at the corner of my eyes as I tug the covers up to my chin, pushing myself up against the pillows as I try to both regain my composure and think of literally any excuse that might explain away what I was just doing.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Levin says, although he’s not quite meeting my eyes. He’s angled away from me, appearing to be very interested in the shabby-looking coffeepot on the rickety dresser by the wall. I have a deep, burning suspicion that he’s trying to hide an erection beneath the towel. Letting me know if he’s aroused would only complicate the situation that much more. “But we do need to get dressed and get moving. This wasn’t supposed to be somewhere we stayed for long.”

“Dressed in what?” It’s the first thing that comes to mind, the words blurted out clumsily as I look at him, still painfully aware of how wet I am and the arousal throbbing through my veins. I feel like my skin is too small for my body, like I can’t breathe, and I’m having trouble forming any thoughts that don’t have something to do with Levin’s naked body atop mine.

He nods towards a paper bag sitting next to the dresser. “I went out and got us something at a shop just down the road. They’re not great, and I didn’t want to leave you alone, but we needed clothes. I went and came back as fast as I could.”

I look at him dumbly, trying to wrap my head around the idea that he left and came back while I was still sleeping, caught up in lewd dreams about him and what happened on the beach, and I hadn’t even noticed. “I–”

Nothing comes out after that, and Levin doesn’t say anything either. I see his hand surreptitiously move towards his groin, as if trying to ease his stubborn erection, pressing down as if he’s trying to get it to go away.

“Were you doing that in the shower?” The question comes out before I can stop it, fueled by a sudden image of Levin with his hand against his cock, but without the towel and under the hot spray of water running down every ridge of muscle on his impressively cut body. “What I was—”

“No.” His voice is sharp and curt, but I can hear the edge of thick arousal in it. I’ve heard it too many times in his voice now to not know the sound of it, and I’m painfully aware that is its own kind of intimacy. It’s a thing I know about Levin Volkov now, the way he sounds when he’s turned on, when he’s struggling to maintain his self-control, and I’ll never un-know it.

In fact, I’m pretty fucking sure that sound will follow me to my grave.

Desire pulses through me, muddling my thoughts and my brain, and all my common sense. It’s the only excuse I have for the words that keep coming out of my mouth.

“We could—watch each other. Take the edge off.” I feel my face flush all over again at the suggestion, and I can’t believe I even said it. I’ve never been so brave in my entire life when it comes to sex, not even a few days ago when I thought I was going to die a virgin stranded on a beach. I’d convinced Levin, but I hadn’t beenthatbold about it.

His eyebrows shoot up, and he does turn a little towards me, although his hips are still pointedly angled away.

“If there’s nothing embarrassing about it,” I plow forward, my cheeks on fire, but determined to go ahead and say everything on my mind since I’ve gone this far. “Then I want to finish, before we go anywhere.”

I’ve never seen Levin as caught off guard as I do at this moment. He stares speechlessly at me for a long second. I see the twitch of the towel as his cock lurches beneath it, clearly considerably more agreeable to the idea than Levin himself is.

“You’re being awfully brash for a girl who was a virgin less than a week ago,” Levin says hoarsely, but I see his eyes flick down my body, still entirely hidden beneath the blankets. I know in that instant that he remembers what I look like without my clothes, mapping out every inch of the bare flesh that he’s hardly had a chance to get to know. I can tell his self-control is wavering.

I toss my head.In for a penny, in for a pound,I tell myself as I face him down, my heart hammering in my chest and my desire out of control. I squeeze my thighs together, looking at the gorgeous man across the room from me, feeling as if someone other than myself is actually speaking.

“Maybe I’ve realized life is too short to get hung up on what I should or should not be doing,” I tell him archly. And then, before I can stop myself or talk myself out of it, I fling the covers back, letting him see me in only the robe.

Levin tenses. I see it in the way his shoulders square, his muscles flexing, and his gaze drops between my thighs before he can stop himself. I see him swallow hard, his eyes flicking back up after a second, but I can see the struggle in every inch of his body.

“You can leave if you want,” I tell him defiantly, my hand slipping between my thighs again, and I see his eyes go wide.

He didn’t think I was actually going to do it. Something about that realization gives me the courage to actually keep going. “But I want to finish what I started earlier. It’s up to you if you stay or go.”

Levin is rooted to the spot as my fingers find my clit, starting to move in the slow circles from before that had felt so good. I’m not giving him a full view—the robe is still closed enough that I know all he can see are shadows and movement. Still, I have a feeling that might be even more torturously arousing than if I’d thrown the robe off and spread my legs wide for his viewing pleasure. As it is, I know he’s imagining what it looks like as I roll my fingers over my clit, getting closer and closer to the edge as the sensations spread over me, growing with every pass of my fingers over my sensitive, throbbing flesh.

“Do you want to know what I was fantasizing about earlier?” I ask huskily, and Levin’s jaw tightens again. He doesn’t say a word, either yes or no, and I feel a fresh flood of arousal wash over me as my hips arch upwards into my touch.

“I was thinking about us on the beach,” I whisper, my fingers stroking my clit faster. “I was thinking about how good your mouth felt, right here–” My hips twitch upwards again, emphasizing what I mean. “How good your tongue felt when you made me come–”

I can hardly believe what I’m saying, that I have the nerve to do this. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but I can see the effect it’s having on him. I can see the flush at his throat, coloring the bits of uninked skin. I see him swallow hard, his hands tightening on the edge of the dresser as he watches me, clearly unable to look away.

“This feels so good.” I shudder, moaning softly as another jolt of pleasure washes over me. “You should do it, too. I want to watch you–”

Levin sucks in a breath, his gaze still fixed on me, but he just shakes his head, still gripping the edge of the dresser. I can tell that he’s telling himself in his head that he needs to leave, to stop this, but he can’t. He’s transfixed, and the only thing I want is for him to come over and join me, even though I know he won’t.

“You felt so good inside of me,” I whisper, my fingers moving faster still, pushing me so very, very close. I’m flooded with arousal, so wet that it’s hard to get friction, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going to come any second now. “So big and thick and hard, so fuckingperfect, and I was thinking about how much I wanted to feel it again, how much I want to feel you fill me up and make me scream your name while I—”

His eyes darken, and I see his cock jerk underneath the towel, every inch of his body rigid with arousal. He’s clearly fighting to hold on to every last shred of his self-control to keep from coming across the room and joining me in bed, and that’s what sends me over the edge.

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