Page 33 of Savage Princess

Exactly as I’d thought, once I let myself touch her again, it became easier with each passing night.

It felt impossible not to, when she wanted me so much. Every morning, I told myself I wouldn’t repeat the night before, and each night, I did it anyway.

The temptation was too much to resist—even as I could feel the connection between us deepening.

We slipped into a strange sort of routine over those three days,tooeasily. Once she was awake in the morning, I would slip out to get us breakfast. By the second day, we had enough changes of clothes for me to use the motel’s laundry facilities, and there was something oddly intimate about that. It had been years since I’d washed a woman’s clothes. I held the dress that I’d bought Elena in my hands, the silky fabric catching on my fingertips, and tried not to think of Lidiya. That was the last time I’d held a woman’s laundry in my hands—when it was my wife’s.

I managed to keep a little more distance from Elena that day—until night fell, and I came back with dinner, and she coaxed me into the shower with her when I mentioned needing one. It was impossible for things not to go further after that. By then, I realized that Elena was insatiable. I introduced her to the pleasure of sex, and she wanted to learn as much about it as she possibly could. For a girl who had so recently been a virgin, I quickly found that she had startlingly few inhibitions. She’d gone down on her knees again in the shower, those brown doe eyes looking up at me as her lips slid down my cock, and I knew I was utterly lost.

That night, I stayed in bed with her until we both woke up. I knew it was a mistake—but it didn’t stop me from repeating it the next night, in the next motel. I held her close to me, my cock still half inside of her as she nestled against my chest, and I knew that I was going to spend the night next to her again.

As much as I hated to admit it, I’d missed that. I missed the warmth of someone else in my arms, the soft, sleepy smell of a woman’s body nestled into mine as I woke in the morning, and the feeling of having someone so close to me. I’d spent years pretending that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t long for it, because it was far too painful to want something that as far as I was concerned, I wouldn’t, and shouldn’t, ever have again.

When I wake up on that last morning, the day we’re meant to go pick up the passports, Elena is still asleep. She’s curled away from me, her perfect ass nestled against my thighs, her back almost touching me, her dark hair spilling over her pillow and mine, the curve of one breast peeking out from beneath the sheet. She looks stunningly beautiful like that—and far too innocent. It’s a reminder of how much of that innocence I’m responsible for taking—and how I should be getting out of bed right now, instead of moving close to her so I can brush my lips against her neck and inhale the sweet, warm scent of her as my cock hardens against the back of her thighs.

She lets out a soft moan in her sleep, arching back against me, and I’m instantly, painfully hard, my cock throbbing with the nearness of her wet, tight warmth.

I haven’t done this before—had her first thing in the morning, while she’s still waking up. I’ve made sure I’m out of bed every morning except the last one, and I know I shouldn’t repeat that. I shouldn’t let her get used to us waking up together, as if this were something more than what it is.

But if I get up now, I’ll be left with two choices—go to the shower and take care of my aching erection myself, or ignore it until it goes away…which, with Elena so close, is a near-impossibility.

Or, I could slide inside of her—

She arches again, her thighs parting a little as she squirms against me in her half-sleep, and my hand is guiding my cock between her legs before I can stop myself. The moment my cockhead is nestled against her soft, damp folds, I reach for her hip, pulling her gently back against me as I push inside of her, and she comes awake with a gasp.

“Oh!” She breathes the word, a soft moan at the end of it, her head tipping back against my shoulder as her hips roll against me and my cock slips a little deeper. I groan as it throbs, feeling the tight clench of her around me, her body soft and warm as I pull her into my arms.

I shouldn’t be doing this. This is too intimate. This isn’t fucking. This is—

But it’s too late. I’m inside of her, and there’s no possible way I have the strength to stop now. She’s arching against me, moaning as she starts to move with me. The pleasure is so intense that I have to close my eyes, holding myself steady for a moment so I don’t lose control too soon.

“That feels good,” she whispers sleepily, her leg moving between mine. “Your cock feels so good–”

Hearing Elena moan the wordcockalmost undoes me all over again. I slide deeper into her, angling her a little so I can start to thrust, still cocooned in the warmth of the blankets as my hand cups her breast, and I push my cock as deeply into her as I can go, groaning at the sensation.

It’s too good.

I almost stop. We’re in a cheap motel, far from either of our homes, but wrapped up in the warm nest of blankets, buried inside of her as I hold her in my arms. This feels like it could be the two of us in a bed of our own. It feels like the world has slipped away from me for a moment, and I know exactly how dangerous that is.

But I can’t stop. Elena is shuddering against me, on the verge of coming, andfuck,I want to feel her come on my cock. I know now how it feels when she does, the way she ripples along the length of me as if her pussy is begging for my cum, the way her body twists and arches as if she’s almost trying to escape the oncoming rush, like the pleasure is so much that it almost scares her until it finally overtakes her and she gives in.I’m showing her all of this. Me, and no one else.

The thought brings me right to the edge again, and when Elena cries out, her body arching and thrusting back against mine as she comes hard, squeezing around my cock, I let myself go. I feel my balls tighten and my cock throb as I hold her tightly against me, my lips pressed to her shoulder, and the world dissolves around us both momentarily as I come inside of her, filling her up as I thrust as deeply as I can.

It occurs to me again, as I hold her while we both catch our breath, that I’ve once again forgotten to pull out. That I’m beginning to lose count of the times I’ve fucked her without protection. That I’m being reckless.

I’ve had any number of chances to buy a box of condoms while I’m out getting meals for us. But I’ve stopped myself every time, because buying condoms feels like admitting that I can’t control myself around her. It feels like admitting that I’m going to keep doing this, thatwe’regoing to keep doing this, and I’ll fall deeper into the hole I’m digging for myself and her every time I touch her.

Every time I’ve stopped myself from buying them, I’ve told myself that I won’t do it again. I’ll resist the temptation. And then, when I’m back in the motel with her, and the temptation becomes too strong, I tell myself I’ll pull out. That I’ll stop before I come inside of her.

The moment comes, and I can’t stop.

She hasn’t said anything about it, and it makes me wonder if she’s even thought about it. It shouldn’t matter if she has—I’m meant to be the responsible one. The one protectingher—including protecting her from my own lack of self-control.

The guilt that washes over me at that thought is enough to propel me out of bed and to the shower.

It doesn’t matter,I tell myself.We pick up the passports today.Hopefully, he has a pilot lined up, and we could be in Boston as soon as tomorrow. This morning might have been the last time I’ll have an opportunity to fuck things up by losing the battle with my own self-control when it comes to Elena Santiago.

The way the thought makes my chest ache isn’t surprising, exactly. But I know it shouldn’t hurt to think about leaving her in Boston. I have no right to feel anything for her. I never have had the right—and I never will.

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