Page 45 of Savage Princess

Slowly, he turns me so that my back is to the bed, the backs of my thighs bumping up against the edge of the mattress. “I want to lay you back on this bed and strip all your clothes off. I want to tie you up and blindfold you, so you never know where I’m about to touch or kiss or lick you next. I want you bound and pleading for me to make you come, and when I’ve made you come as many times as I please, I want you begging for my cock. I imagine that so often,malysh. You at my mercy, pleading for everything I want to give you.”

I feel my knees go weak at that, desire flooding me until it’s an effort to get the next words out. “So why don’t you?” I ask softly.

“Because you’re very innocent, Elena,” Levin says quietly, his fingers still skimming along my cheek. “And I don’t want to be the one who corrupts you. You don’t know what you want yet, and I—”

I cut him off before he can finish, going up on my toes as I reach for him, my hands on his face. “How do I find out, if you don’t show me?”

And then I kiss him, long and soft and slow, until I hear and feel him groan against my lips, and I know he’s past the point of no return.

He murmurs my name as we tumble back onto the bed, and I arch under him, looking up at his handsome face. “I want you to do all of that to me,” I tell him as his hands slide under my dress, pushing it up. “I want you to tie me up and blindfold me and tease me. Make me beg for it.Please,” I add for emphasis. “I want that. I want to know what it’s like—”

Levin groans, his hands skimming up the sides of my ribs as he pushes my dress up and off of me, leaving me in nothing but my panties. “You’re an endless temptation,” he tells me, his voice low and rough. “You drive me insane, Elena. You make me do things—”

“You want to do them,” I whisper huskily. “You said it yourself. You want to do all of those things. And I want them too—so what’s wrong with that?”

I can see on his face that he doesn’t have an answer. He sits back on his knees, his hands skimming down my hips, and his fingers hook in the edge of my panties, slowly drawing them down my thighs. “This is what you want?” he asks again, tossing them aside, leaving me naked and lightly squirming on the bed as he looks down at me. I can feel how wet I am, and from the expression on his face when his gaze settles between my thighs, he can see it too.

“Yes,” I whisper, feeling the word catch in my throat. I want it so badly. “I want you to teach me the things you like, too.”

Levin’s hand goes to his belt buckle, undoing it as he pulls it out of the loops of his jeans. “I’m going to tie you up with this,” he says slowly, as if making sure I listen to what he has to say. “Around your wrists and looped through the headboard. And then, when I’m finished with that, I’m going to blindfold you. If you want me to stop, at any point, the safe word is diamond.” He pauses, his leather belt dangling from his hand, and a rush of anticipation goes through me. “Do you still want me to do that, Elena?”

I nod, feeling breathless and unable to speak, but it’s not enough. Levin’s face hardens, just a little, and there’s a thrilling command in his voice when he speaks again.

“I asked you a question, Elena. Do you still want that?”

“Yes,” I manage, my breath still caught in my throat. “Yes, I want all of that—anything you want to do. Please—”

I see the shudder that goes through him when I sayplease, the way his gaze darkens. He leans forward, reaching for my wrists, and I feel the leather wrap around them as he pulls my hands over my head, buckling the belt around the headboard. It doesn’t cut into my flesh, but I can feel that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.

Levin slides off the bed then, reaching for the hem of his shirt. “I’ll let you watch me undress,” he says gruffly. “Since I know how much you enjoy that,malysh. And I know it will drive you crazy to not be able to touch me. But after—”

I shiver, thinking of not being able to see, not knowing where he’ll touch me next. I already feel as if every sensation in my body is heightened, as if I’m hyperaware of his every move, every touch.

I don’t think I could ever get tired of watching him undress. I feel another rush of arousal between my thighs as he strips his shirt off, all that broad, tattooed muscle flexing as he lifts his arms over his head and tosses the shirt aside, his hands going to the button of his jeans.

I’ve never seen any man as gorgeous as Levin is. Every inch of him is muscled and perfect, and when he pushes his jeans down, and his thick, hard cock springs out, I feel myself clench with desire. I want him inside of me—and it’s made all the more delicious by the fact that I know he’s going to make me wait for it.

Maybe even beg for it.

He reaches for his shirt, folding it into a blindfold as he leans over me. “Remember,” Levin murmurs, “if you want me to stop, saydiamond.”

And then he ties the makeshift blindfold behind my head, and the room goes dark.

The first thing I feel is his fingertips. He traces them along my jaw, my collarbone, and down between my breasts. The touch goes away for a moment, and then I gasp as he rolls my nipple between his fingertips, pinching lightly, and then he stops.

There’s no rhyme or reason for how he touches me. I’m certain he’ll play with my other nipple like he did the first, but instead, I feel his fingertips trace my ribs, down lower, circling my navel, seconds passing where there’s no touch at all, and then I feel him. My skin already feels tight, sensitized, eager for the next touch—and he’s only just started.

I don’t want to beg for more yet. Not because I don’t think I’ll be begging in the end, but because I want to play his game. I know a part of it is dragging it out, making him think that he has to keep trying. I don’t want to break so easily.

But it’s hard. I gasp when I feel the wet warmth of his tongue on the neglected nipple, rolling over and around it, until I can feel it stiffen, hard and aching until he finally closes his lips around my flesh, sucking my nipple and some of my breast into his mouth as he molds it into one palm, his touch suddenly rougher and more insistent than before.

And then, just as quickly, it’s gone, and his palms are sliding down my belly, towards my hips.

It makes me feel as if I’m going crazy, after a little while. My skin feels too tight for my body, the pulse beating in my veins, and all he’s done is touch me. His tongue traces patterns on my nipples, over my hipbones, along the edge of my knee, my calf, and up to the very top of my inner thigh. I feel my clit throb when his tongue runs up the soft flesh there, but he doesn’t go higher.

I’m so close to begging. My clit feels swollen and neglected, pulsing with the need to be touched, licked,sucked—but every time he comes close, he pulls away. Seconds pass before he touches me again…somewhere else entirely. I can’t see anything, can’t touch him, and the anticipation is the sweetest torture.

His fingers slide between my thighs, brushing against my entrance, and I cry out.

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