Page 29 of Savage Princess

Levin shoves the thin shower curtain back as he undoes the button of his jeans, and I realize with a start that he really is going to get into the shower with me. I can’t help but stare as he pushes his jeans down, a jolt of arousal going through me as I see his cock slip out, swollen and almost entirely hard.

His gaze catches mine, and I see desire there. I’m not even certain thatdesireis a strong enough word for it. It’s lust, plain and simple, and he looks as if he’s desperate for me.

I want more than anything for him to never stop looking at me that way.

“Get in the shower, Elena,” he says quietly. My feet move without my telling them to, propelling me into the shower and under the hot water as Levin steps in behind me, his hands on my waist as he turns me to face him.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this,” he groans, his voice low and hoarse. “But I can’t seem to stop. Especially after how close of a call tonight was. Thatshouldbe enough to stop me. But I—”

The almost frenzied hunger I see in his eyes crashes through me like a wave of electricity. I can see the same adrenaline in my veins riding him too, and he turns me against the wall, pressing me up against it as his mouth comes down on mine.

I gasp, arching against him as my nails dig into his shoulders, hands pressed against the hot, wet flesh of his back as he grinds against me. I feel his groan vibrate against my lips, his cock throbbing against my belly, and then Levin sinks to his knees on the tile, one hand hard on my hip as the other spreads me open for his tongue.

My knees almost buckle. I feel him lift one over his shoulder, bracing me as his tongue slides over my clit, his groans of pleasure vibrating over my skin again and again until it mingles with the hot fluttering of his tongue and the suction of his lips. My hand curls around the back of his head, holding him to me as my hips arch forward, riding his face as my orgasm crashes over me out of nowhere.

“How many times are you going to make me come tonight?” I gasp as I cling to him, shuddering as his tongue rolls against me, drawing out the pleasure as he holds me up, the hot spray cascading over him and flicking against my skin. “Oh god–”

“At least once more,” he growls as he pulls back, and I glance down at his cock, jutting sharply out in front of him, rock-hard and visibly throbbing. “Fuck, Elena–”

“Don’t wait,” I whisper, seeing him glance toward the outside of the shower. “I want you now.”

His hand closes on my shoulder as he spins me around, facing me towards the wall as his other hand grabs my hip, moving me into position as his cock slides between my thighs. I’m drenched from his tongue and my climax, and I feel him slip into me, his swollen cockhead pushing inside as he holds me in place.

“Fuck–” he breathes, and I can feel him shudder behind me. “I can’t go slow, I can’t—”

“Don’t,” I whisper, and I feel him shudder once more before his hips snap forward, and he thrusts into me so hard that it jolts me forward.

I had no idea what it would feel like to be fucked like this. Every other time he’s touched me, Levin has been careful, treating me as if I were almost breakable. This time he slams into me, his hips jerking with each hard thrust, his fingers digging into the bones of my shoulder and hip as he slams his thick, swollen cock into me again and again, grunting with each slap of his flesh against mine.

And it feelsgood. It feels so fucking good. I cry out, my fingers slipping between my slick folds to rub my clit as I brace myself against the wall with my other hand, arching my back as he pounds into me. I feel full, used,taken, and the reckless power of him slamming into my pussy, again and again, has every inch of my skin tingling, making me gasp and moan with every thrust.

“Levin, ohgod, Levin—”

I moan helplessly as I start to come, feeling myself clench around him, spasming as I arch upwards. I feel his hand squeeze my ass as he thrusts again, holding himself deep inside of me as he shudders.

“Fuck, it feels so good when you come on my cock,fuck—”

The words tear out of him, groaned, as if he tried to hold them back and couldn’t, just like the hot rush of cum that I feel deep inside of me as his hips jerk again, his fingers digging into my flesh as he moans. I squeeze around him, wanting all of it, and he shudders, gasping with pleasure as he leans forward over me.

He stays like that for a long moment, the hand squeezing my ass softening against me, stroking my hip for a brief second before he slips out. I have that momentary feeling of hollowness, an ache of wanting him to stay, before I straighten and turn around.

Levin is still so close. He looks down at me, an unfathomable expression on his face. He lifts his hand slowly, almost as if he’s in a dream, and his fingers graze over my cheekbone as I look up at him, trying to understand what he’s thinking.

“I’ve always prided myself on my self-control,” he murmurs. “Especially since—but now—”

His hand drops, and he steps back. I think I know what he was going to say.Since he lost his wife.I can feel her ghost between us, hovering there, pushing him away from me. It makes my chest ache.

I shouldn’t be jealous of a dead woman. But it’s hard not to be. I’m reminded so often of how much he must have loved her, how much losing her hurt him. Meanwhile, I know once we go back to Boston, this is over. Levin will go back to New York, and the space between us will wipe all of this away.

This is a fling. A short-lived burst of passion. Whatever it is about me that makes him lose control, it won’t last.Wewon’t last. He’s been very clear about that.

I’m only making it harder on myself by continuing this. But I can’t stop myself, either.

Levin steps back under the water, reaching for a clear, barely-labeled bottle of motel shampoo that looks tiny in his broad palm. He doesn’t quite meet my eyes as he pours it into his hand and extends it to me, quickly lathering it into his short hair and rinsing it out. When he steps out of the water, giving me a turn, he still doesn’t meet my gaze.

It strikes me how intimate this is. It’s the first time I’ve showered with someone.Another first.If I forget about the men chasing us down alleyways and the way my feet are burning from the scrape of the asphalt and the broken stucco dust in my hair, we could just be a couple on vacation. On vacation in an exceptionally shitty motel, but still—

It feels too easy to imagine it. I look at Levin as I lather up my own hair, washing out the crunchy bits stuck in it. I can pretend that we’re together, that we traveled all night and had to stop to sleep, that we picked out the first place we saw and laughed about how bad it was. That tomorrow morning, we’ll wake up in each other’s arms and decide where to go next, and I’ll never have to wonder how long it will be before he leaves me. That this is forever, and not just until we get to Boston.

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