Page 30 of Savage Princess

It’s a dangerous fantasy to let myself have. But it feels good.

I reach for the bar of soap Levin passes me, another flicker of that strange intimacy rippling over my skin.Everythingfeels easy with him. I should be terrified, having a panic attack over how this night has gone—but I feel safe, at least for the moment. I have a strange feeling of peace when I’m with him, as if no matter what happens, we’ll figure it out. We’ll get through it.

What will it feel like when he’s not there anymore?

I rinse off, trying not to think too hard about how long the harsh-feeling bar of soap has been in this shower. Levin steps out before me, toweling off with a comically-small-looking towel compared to his muscular frame, and then hands it to me. “I was going to grab you a fresh one,” he says apologetically. “But as it turns out, there’s only one.”

“It’s fine.” I quickly run the rough towel over myself, drying off, and then hang it over the rack, looking down at the sole of one of my feet. It’s red and scraped, but not too damaged.

“You need some ointment.” Levin frowns. “I can go out and get some in the morning.”

“I’ll be fine.” I try not to wince when I put my foot down again. “I wish my shoes hadn’t gotten left in the other motel, though.”

“We’ll get you another pair before you leave.”

“As long as no one else breaks in tonight.” It’s meant to be a joke, but from the look on his face, I can see it fell flat. “It’s not your fault,” I murmur. “They were sneaky.”

“It’s absolutely my fault,” Levin says sharply. “I wasn’t watching. I was—”

“We’re alive.” I step towards him, feeling my pulse pick up again at the sight of him still standing there naked, his cock impressive even when soft. “We’re in one piece. There’s nothing to be upset about.”

“That’s not even a little bit true, Elena—”

His voice breaks off as I touch his chest, fingertips tracing the outline of his tattoos as I step very close to him, close enough for my thighs to brush against his, his cock brushing between them. His skin feels cool and still slightly damp, and a flood of arousal washes through me. After everything tonight, I still want more.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting him, and the thought makes my chest clench painfully.

“You blocked that door until an elephant couldn’t get in. Come to bed with me.” I whisper the words softly, looking up at him, my gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips. “Just stop fighting it for tonight, at least. What’s the point? After what we just did—”

“It gets easier every time I give in.” His hands are at his sides, his fingers curling as if he’s fighting the urge to touch me. “Ishouldn’tgive in. It shouldn’t be easy. I shouldn’t be—”

“We shouldn’t be here at all. So what does it matter what we do while we are?” I lean up on my toes, ignoring the burn in the soles of my feet as they stretch, and I press my lips to his.

Elena

Ican feel the moment that he gives in. His hands touch my waist, and then he picks me up, lifting me as if I weigh nothing as my legs go around his hips. I can feel him getting hard already, his cock brushing against my thighs as he carries me to the bed. I feel a jolt of excited arousal as he lays me back against the pillows, following me onto the bed and then rolling onto his back as he pulls me atop him.

“I want to watch you,” he murmurs, his hands skimming over my hips. “You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks flush a second later when I realize what I’ve said. I feel like an idiot, but Levin doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy looking at me as if he’s drinking me in, his gaze sliding down my body as I straddle his thighs, and my heart skips a beat in my chest.

I never imagined anyone looking at me like this. There’s a difference between the predatory kind of lust that I saw in the eyes of men like Diego and men like the ones at the auction, and the lust in Levin’s face when he looks at me. Levin looks at me like I’m a piece of art that he wants to possess, like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, and even when I see hunger in his eyes, it still doesn’t scare me. It’s hard to explain, and I don’t have the experience to put it entirely into words that make sense. All of this is still so new to me—but the way Levin looks at me makes me feel almost worshiped. As if he’s doing more than just fucking me.

I think that it’s how this issupposedto feel—and it’s a million miles removed from what would have been if I’d married a man of my father’s choice.

Everything that’s happened since Levin walked into my father’s office has been strange and terrifying, and dangerous. Still, it also led to this—me atop him, hands against his muscled and tattooed chest, heart pounding in my own as I raise my hips and reach between us to slide him into me. It makes it hard to wish that any of it were different.

The look on Levin’s face when the tip of his cock presses into me makes my blood run hot. Pleasure washes over his features, his hands tightening on my hips, and he groans as his cockhead slips inside of me, my muscles squeezing around him instantly. “Fuck,you’re so tight—” he breathes, his head tipping back. “Go slowly—it’ll be deeper, like this. I should have been more careful in the shower—”

“I liked it.” The words come out breathlessly as I sink down a little more, and another inch of his cock slips into me. “Ilikedyou fucking me like that. It felt good.”

“Still, this is—new—” Levin groans, the words breaking off as I take a little more of him. “God, Elena. You drive me insane.”

“I won’t break.” I slide down, down, inch by inch, until suddenly I’m against him, every inch of his cock inside of me, and he’s right—itdoesfeel deeper like this. He feels huge, and I try to wrap my head around the idea that every position feels a little different, bigger or smaller, shallower or deeper. “I think I like this.”

Levin’s mouth quirks up in a smirk. “I like it too.” His fingers tighten on my hips. “A little too much.Christ, Elena—I just came, and you already have me too close again.”

A thrill runs through me at that, at the idea that I have this man who is so much older and so much more experienced fighting to keep control of his orgasm. I rock my hips against him teasingly, unsure of my rhythm but grinding down a little, and Levin groans.

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