Page 31 of Savage Princess

“Oh,fuck–”

His thumb pushes between my folds, rubbing against my clit as I start to move experimentally, sliding up and down his cock a little as I try to find a rhythm with my hips. I don’t think I’m doing a very good job, but from the look on Levin’s face, it feels incredible.

It feels amazing to me, too.

“That’s it,” he purrs as I start to find a pace, sliding a few inches up and down his cock as I rock my hips atop him. “Ride my cock. Good girl—”

I moan, tossing my head back as I speed up a little, gaining confidence. I like this side of Levin, when he forgets that he’s not supposed to be doing this, not supposed to be enjoying it as much as he is. When I get to see him unfettered, let loose, and as his eyes glaze with pleasure, I know he’s mine for just a little while longer.

I wish it could last so much longer than that, just so I could keep him.

His hands slide up my waist, rough fingers grazing over my skin, until his broad palms are cupping my breasts, squeezing them lightly as his gaze rakes hotly over me. He teases my nipples with his fingertips, pinching them, and I gasp. It feels like an electric jolt straight down between my thighs, and my hips jerk with the sensation, making Levin shudder beneath me as I tighten around him.

“Do that again,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. When he rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger again, I feel myself clench and flutter around his cock. This time, when he repeats it, I arch my hips, sliding up and down as I ripple along the length of him, and Levin makes a sound that I’ve never imagined coming from anyone.

“Christ,” he swears aloud, his hands dropping to my hips, holding me down hard on his cock as he thrusts upwards, momentarily forgetting about his worries that he’d go too deep. Itdoesfeel as if he’s deeper, somehow, but it only fuels my own pleasure, making me writhe and moan atop him. “God, Elena, I’m so close—”

I can feel how hard he is, throbbing deep inside of me, and I don’t want it to stop. But I’m close too—and I want to feel him come for me again. I love seeing him lose control, knowing that I’m the one doing that to him, making him feel the same intense pleasure that’s rippling through me now, bringing me to the edge of an explosive orgasm.

His thumb presses down on my clit, rubbing harder than before, and I feel myself start to shudder. My thighs clench around him, my movements jerky as I feel my orgasm building, and Levin reaches up with his other hand, pulling me down for a kiss as I start to come.

I cry out, my moan swallowed up by his lips on mine, my breasts pressed against his chest as he pulls me down hard on his cock and his hips thrust upwards. He sinks deep, deeper than I could have ever imagined, and it jolts another orgasm through me immediately on the heels of the first as I feel him swell and harden inside of me, his groan mingling with my cry of pleasure as we both come hard.

His arm goes over my waist, holding me against him, and he rolls me over onto my back as his cock spasms inside of me, his hips thrusting lightly against mine as if he wants to push his cum deeper, fill me up with it as much as he can.

“I wish I could stay in you all fucking night,” he whispers against my lips, and the thrill that goes through me makes me shudder from the tips of my fingers to my toes.

“I want you to.” I lock my legs around his, my hands sliding down his back. “Stay in me while we fall asleep. I’d like that—”

That unfathomable expression that I saw on Levin’s face in the shower crosses it again, and I brace myself for him to pull back, to distance himself both physically and emotionally. But then, he turns onto his side, holding me against him as he stays inside of me, positioning my leg over his.

The way we’re tangled together somehow feels even more intimate than the sex. My head is pillowed on his shoulder, his chin atop my head, our bodies pressed together, his half-hard cock still nestled inside of me. He somehow manages to tug the blankets up over us without disentangling us, and I breathe in the warm, salty scent of him, feeling the stickiness of his cum on my thigh as he holds me close.

All of it feels good. Safe. I feel like I want to stay like this forever. I have to press my lips tightly together to keep the sentiment from slipping out, because I know somehow that saying too much will jolt Levin out of the haze that’s letting him stay this close for this long.

I don’t want it to end. So instead, I close my eyes and stay silent. I lay awake in his embrace long after he starts to softly snore, until I can’t stop my own exhaustion from taking over, either.

When I fall asleep, all my dreams are of him.

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When I wake, I roll onto my side, reaching for him. My hand finds only cool sheets rumpled next to me, and I feel my heart sink as I open my eyes and see that the space next to me is empty. The only evidence that he was ever there is the wrinkled sheets. Even the pillow is no longer indented—he didn’t stay in bed all night.

It almost feels as if the memory of him staying inside of me as he held me in his arms, the two of us wrapped up together as closely as we could be, was nothing but a dream. I had fantasies as I drifted off of waking up with us still wrapped up in each other, but it was just that—a fantasy. I glance over through half-lidded eyes to see him sitting on the other bed, watchful and dressed with his gun next to him, and I know that whatever spell I wove over him last night is broken.

We’re back to being bodyguard and assignment. The thought makes me so suddenly and overwhelmingly sad that I feel tears prick at my eyes, but I blink them back. I don’t want Levin to see me cry. If he thinks that last night upset me, there’s even less chance it’ll happen again.

And whether it breaks my heart in the end or not, I desperately want for it to happen again.

He glances over at me as he hears me start to shift in bed. “I’ll go out and get you fresh clothes. I wanted to wait for you to wake up—I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

You could have stayed in bed with me. That would have been better.I don’t say it aloud, but I can’t help wondering when he decided to get up, how long he stayed sleeping intertwined with me before the spell wore off, and he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to want that.

“Well, I’m up now.” I push myself upright, holding the sheet against my chest as I rub at my eyes with my other hand. There’s really no point—it’s not as if Levin hasn’t seen every inch of me by now—but when he’s this distant, it feels better to be covered. “I might shower again.”

“I’ll go out and get clothes and breakfast while you do. We have three days left until the passports are ready.” Levin’s jaw tightens, as if every second that passes that we don’t have those passports is wearing on him. “We’ll go to a different motel tonight. We shouldn’t stay in the same place for too long.” He pauses, glancing at me with an almost apologetic look. “We’re not going out the way we did last night again, either. The fewer people who see us, the better.”

It’s a little disappointing—I enjoyed our ‘date,’ even if I know it wasn’t really that. It was the first time I’d ever gone out to dinner with someone who wasn’t a family member, the first time I drank out at dinner, the first time I had fun all on my own with someone that wasn’t a part of my family.

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