Page 24 of Savage Princess

His expression is one of such utter lust that I know I’ve hit on something that turns him on, and that thrills me to think that going down on me arouses him so much. “Fuck–” he breathes, his fingers still lightly brushing over my pussy.

“Please,” I whisper, opening my legs a little more for him, my knees tucked back so that if he looked down, he could see me open and drenched for him. “I want it. Please—”

Levin closes his eyes, but I can see he’s already lost the fight. Slowly, he slides down, pressing a kiss to my ribs, my belly, my hip, as his hands skim along my inner thighs.

“Have you ever done that to a girl–lower?” I ask shyly, as he kisses just above my pussy, his warm breath grazing over my damp flesh.

“Here?” Levin brushes his lips against my clit, and I gasp, shaking my head.

“No–lower.” I can’t say it, exactly. I’m notthatbrazen yet.

“Here?” His lips graze along my pussy, down to my entrance, and I cry out as his tongue presses against me there, pushing inside of me like a small, flexible cock. I feel his thumbs against my folds, opening me as he thrusts his tongue into me, curling it, and I moan with the new, unexpected pleasure of it.

I shake my head, unsure if he can even see. “Lower,” I choke out, and Levin groans, his tongue still slowly thrusting in and out of me as he presses a finger against my tight hole beneath it.

“Yes,” I breathe, and Levin thrusts his tongue once more before sliding it out of me, groaning as he looks up.

“I don’t want to tell you about other women,” he says gruffly. “You should be the only woman on my mind when we’re in bed, Elena. When we—”

He cuts off, and I look down at him. I want to dare him to finish, but I don’t think I can speak.When we’re in bed.The words echo through my mind, implying there will be another time, implying that we’re not going to stop—

His tongue sweeps upwards, over my clit, and I forget to think. I forget anything except the warm heat of his tongue on my over-sensitive clit, the way it feels, the wayhemakes me feel. I gasp as he presses his lips tighter against me, sucking my clit into his mouth, his tongue fluttering against it as he pushes me headlong toward another orgasm.

Just as I can feel myself tipping over the edge, the pleasure bursting over me in waves, he pushes his finger into my ass.

It’s only to the first knuckle, but I cry out in surprise, jerking, and his finger goes deeper. It sends another round of spasms through me, a second orgasm immediately on top of the first. My fingers dig into the back of his neck as I buck upwards, riding his tongue through the violent climax as his tongue works my clit, and his finger stays buried in my ass.

He pulls back the second I sag against the bed, his face taut. “Fuck, Elena, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t be,” I breathe, still gasping. “It felt good. It made me come—”

Levin stares down at me as if he’s never seen me before. “I didn’t mean to push it in so far. I shouldn’t have at all,Christ—”

“Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?”

The words come out more bluntly than I meant for them to, and Levin blinks down at me as if he’s not sure he heard me correctly.

“How the fuck do you even know about that, Elena?” he says finally, sitting back on his heels. He’s still gloriously shirtless, his cock rigid and looking as if it’s on the verge of tearing loose from his jeans, and all I want is for him to thrust every inch inside of me right this minute. I’m sure I could come again.

I tilt my chin up. “I’m not entirely certain I like your tone,” I tell him haughtily. “But I’ve read a lot of books.”

Levin sighs, running one hand over his hair as he looks down at me. For all his clear exasperation, I notice that his erection doesn’t subside in the least. “It’s not like it is in books, Elena. Not in real life. A lot of women don’t like it. And I—” He hesitates. “I’ve never done it with a woman who wasn’t experienced.”

“Like everything else.” I can hear the slightest hint of bitterness, of jealousy in my tone, and I know it’s unearned, but I don’t care. I’d been the one asking him about other women earlier, but now I’m finding I don’t want to hear about it after all. I don’t want to think about him groaning with pleasure as he slides his cock into another woman’s ass, as she begs him to do all the filthy things with her that I’m aching for, and him doing it eagerly, instead of doing his best to fight his desire.

“I told you why.” He looks down at me with growing exasperation—but he’s still rock-hard. “I liked women who could keep things casual. That meant no virgins.”

“Did you like it?” I push myself up a little on the pillows, and I see his eyes flick to my breasts despite himself. “The fact that I was a virgin?”

“Elena—” he warns, and that one word tells me the answer, even if he doesn’t want to say it aloud.

Hedidlike it.

“You made that good for me,” I whisper. “The first time. So I’m sure anything that you show me would be good.Youwould make it good.”

I sit up, leaning forward, and slide my hand up his thigh again. I feel him shudder, feel his cock lurch under my fingertips when I touch him there.

“I need you inside of me,” I whisper, looking up at him. “Everywhere.”

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