Page 26 of Savage Princess

My life hasn’t been anythinggoodsince Lidiya died, and I know that. I spend a good deal of time trying to forget it, with expensive liquor and expensive women. What good there is has been what I’ve tried to do to help other women in situations like hers—Ana, Sasha, and now Elena.

But I wasn’t supposed to fuck Elena.

I press one hand to my forehead, raking my fingers back through my hair as I take another drag of the cigarette.

It’s not going to get any easier.

The rain picks up as I stand there, smoking the cigarette down to the filter, until it almost burns my fingers as I flick it away and grind it out under my heel. Even the nicotine isn’t enough to help burn away the lust still pulsing through me.

After all these years, I’ve finally found someone who makes me want to come back to life—and it’s a girl I should never, ever have touched.

Not that I should want to start over again, anyway.

The guilt swamps me, thick and choking, and I’m on the verge of reaching for another cigarette when the door clicks open, and I glance over to see Elena stepping out.

“You should be inside,” I tell her sharply, but she walks over to me, ignoring that completely.

“I wanted to come apologize,” she says softly, standing next to me under the awning and looking up at me. “I didn’t mean to push you. I’m new to all of this—not just the sex, butallof it—and I want you. I know that’s not much of an excuse, but it’s the one I have.”

Something about the soft earnestness of her voice stops me from speaking. I look down at her, at her soft brown doe eyes turned up to mine. I feel as if my heart has stopped beating in my chest, as if the breath is caught in my lungs, as if the entire world has stopped spinning, and there’s only this single moment left before it all implodes.

“I know it’s complicated,” she whispers. “I know things will be different when we get back to Boston. I’m not so young or so innocent or so naive that I don’t understand these things. Buteverythingis uncertain right now—except for this.”

She steps in front of me, reaching up to put her hands against my chest, and I see the rain hitting the back of her head, dripping down her shoulders. When she pushes me gently back toward the wall, I tell myself that I’m going because it will get her out of the rain. Not because, when I bump against it, she’s so close to me that she’s nearly brushing against me, or because there’s a strange, heady delight to having a woman pinmeup against a wall for what might be the first time in my life.

“I just wanted to make the best of the situation we’re in,” she murmurs, her gaze flicking from my eyes down to my lips. “And right now, Iknowthat I want you.”

She goes up on her toes, her fingers pressed to my chest as her lips find mine, and I try to find the willpower to push her away. I reach deep within myself, my hands coming up to her arms, intending to disengage and step away from her—and I find that all my hard-won self-control is gone.

Shattered by Elena Santiago’s eyes and lips and her hands against me, holding me to the wall as her mouth seeks mine out, and she undoes me in a moment.

It’s a light kiss, her lips brushing over mine, but she might as well have devoured me. My cock throbs, aching for her, my balls tight and on the verge of feeling bruised, and my hands drop to her waist as I turn her, so that this time it’smeholdingherup against the wall, and I know I’m lost.

Her lips part for me instantly, her tongue tangling with mine, and all I taste is sweetness and smoke as I kiss her like there might be no tomorrow for either of us.

Hell, there might not be.

I know I’m not going to be able to tell her no again tonight.

She arches against me as she moans, her hands sliding up my shirt, up to skim along the sides of my throat, cupping my face in her hands as she kisses me back, her fingers sliding around so that her nails scratch at the base of my skull. She feels so good in my arms, like she was made to be there, and the world narrows down to the feeling of her soft lips under mine and her soft body against mine and the rain falling behind us.

“It’s like something out of a book,” Elena whispers softly against my lips as the kiss breaks for a moment. “But I don’t think that means that it isn’t real.”

The words don’t quite sink in. I know I should take them more seriously, that I should think about what we’re doing, that I should be the one stopping us from going too far. But I can’t find the strength.

When everything has been dark and lonely for so long, it’s hard not to give in to something so bright and beautiful.

Her moans against my lips are the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I press my hand against her cheek as one of hers slides down my arm, squeezing, dropping to my chest, my abdomen, all the way down until her palm brushes over the front of my jeans. I feel her stroke me through the denim, her fingers curling against the hard ridge of my cock. I can’t stop my hips from thrusting against her palm, wanting more, all of me aching for her.

I can’t stop myself from touching her, from my hands skimming over her breasts as she kisses me, her nipples stiff through the thin fabric of her dress, sliding around to where it clings damply to her shoulder blades, her back, down to her waist. It feels like an eternity that we stand outside kissing, until I remember that we’re supposed to be indoors, that it could be dangerous out here, that, once again, I’m losing my awareness of what I should be focusing on because of my lust for someone I shouldn’t have.

It should be enough to make me stop, but it isn’t. I reach for her, both of us stumbling towards the door to our room as I fumble for the doorknob, barely able to tear my lips away from hers long enough to look down and open it. I slam it behind us as I pick her up, her skirt riding up her thighs as she wraps her legs around my hips, and I carry her to the bed as we both tumble down onto it.

She didn’t bother to put her panties back on. I find that out the instant my hand slides up her inner thigh, and as she gasps, reaching for the button of my jeans, I can’t get them down fast enough. We end up with my shirt pushed up around my waist and my jeans halfway down my hips, her skirt around her thighs as I spread her open, the tip of my cock sliding against her drenched entrance as I capture her mouth again with mine and thrust into her, unable to wait a second longer

Elena cries out, the sound swallowed up by our kiss, and I can’t stop. I sink into her as deeply as I can and thrust again, feeling half-insane with the pleasure, the hot, tight feeling of her clenching around my cock, so fucking wet for me. Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt, her back arched so deeply that her breasts are pressed against me, her head thrown back as her hips move with mine, rocking as I thrust into her again and again, mindless with pleasure.

She feels so fucking good, and I don’t ever want to stop. It’s all I can think about, my desire reaching a boiling point, that I don’t ever, ever want to not be inside of her. I want time to freeze, to keep us here forever, and as I feel her starting to shudder around me, her moans vibrating against my lips as she starts to come, her legs tight around my hips as if she wants to pull me deeper and never let me go.

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