Page 46 of Savage Princess

My entire body clenches, tightening almost painfully, my hips lifting in a wordless plea for more. He gives me the smallest bit, pushing the tips of two fingers into me, and I hear him groan when I tighten around him.

“Fuck, Elena—”

“You could fuck me now.” My voice is breathless, giving away just how aroused I am, but I want to tease him too. “Just do it. You could fuck me however you wanted. You can feel how ready I am—”

Levin chuckles darkly. “Nice try,malysh,” he murmurs, and then his fingers pull away.

I almost cry out in frustration. My hips jerk upwards, and I hear his low grunt of pleasure as he leans over me, his fingers brushing against my lips. “Taste yourself on me,” he murmurs, and I can’t tell him no. I don’twantto tell him no.

I want to do everything he wants me to.

I hear him groan when I suck his fingers into my mouth, tightening my lips around them and running my tongue over them as if they’re his cock. I taste the light tang of my own arousal on his skin, mingled with the taste of him. It makes me arch up, aching for him, and I hear the low rumble of his chuckle again.

“You can beg for it,” he murmurs, and I shake my head.

“Not yet,” I whisper, and I don’t have to see him to know he likes that answer.

“Good girl.” His fingers slide out of my mouth, trailing damply over my breasts. “For that, you get a reward.”

When his fingertips graze over my swollen clit, I nearly come off the bed. I nearlycome. My entire body tightens, pleasure throbbing through me as I grind upwards against his hand, wanting more. There’s only a light touch, only a little friction, and Ineedmore. I can hear him laughing, low and dark, and I know he’s enjoying tormenting me like this.

I wish I could see how aroused he is. I can imagine how hard he must be, thick and swollen and throbbing, and my palms itch with the desire to touch him, to stroke him and see his face tighten with pleasure.

“You’re thinking about how much you want to touch me, aren’t you,malysh?” Levin asks wryly, as if he can read my mind. “But you can’t. You can’t even make me touch you where you want. Not unless you ask me to, like a good girl.”

His hands skim over my sides, down my waist to my hips, over the outside of my thighs, with more pressure now, as if he’s reminding me what he could do to me if I asked him, that he could give me everything I could possibly need. “What do you want,malysh?” he asks, lust thickly lacing his tone, and I suck in a breath, shuddering with need.

“You know what I want,” I whisper, and he chuckles.

“You have to beg for it,” he reminds me. “That’s the game, Elena. Or are you going to be stubborn?” His fingers graze over my clit again, and I moan. “I can tease you right to the edge, with just my fingers, again and again. But I know you want my tongue. You want me to lick that sweet pussy, suck your clit into my mouth until you come all over my face. That’s what you really want, isn’t it,malysh? For me to eat you out the way you know I can?”

I’m shuddering all over by the time he finishes speaking, my entire body trembling with arousal. Itiswhat I want, but I can’t bring myself to say it, not yet. I’m drenched, soaking the bed beneath me with the arousal dripping down the slick outer folds of my pussy, and I know Levin wants to taste me, too. But if he can have self-control, so can I.

A part of me wants to see which one of us breaks first.

His fingers keep grazing my clit, again and again, with just enough pressure and friction to push me to the edge, but not enough to send me over. The need builds steadily, a coiled knot in my belly that makes me feel as if every inch of my body is a raw nerve waiting to be stroked, pleasure waiting to erupt, until finally, when I’m no longer sure how much time has passed, the words burst out of me. I can’t stop them.

“Please,” I gasp, squirming under his touch. “Please make me come. Please, ohgod, please—”

“How do you want me to make you come,malysh?” Levin’s voice is thick with lust. “Tell me. I can go all night just like this.”

I’m not sure I believe that—but I’m also no longer willing to test it.

“With your tongue,” I moan. “Please make me come—”

The deep groan that spills from him sends another wave of lust through me, stronger than before. I’m afraid he’s going to make me say more, but I think that’shisbreaking point, because I feel his hands grip my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart as I gasp.

I’ve never felt anything like the sensation of his tongue on me while I’m blindfolded. He sweeps it upwards, fluttering over my clit as I cry out, and that’s all it takes to make me come apart.

I shatter under his tongue from the first touch, moaning, arching, and pulling against the belt holding my wrists as I come hard on his tongue. He keeps going, his fingers pushing inside of me as I writhe on the bed, my nails digging into my palms with the need to grab onto something, to scratch, totouch. I want more than anything to be able to touch him, and it feels like the sweetest torture that I can’t, when mingled with unimaginable pleasure.

I need him inside of me. I hear his groan and realize that I’ve said it aloud, begging him for more, pleading for him to fuck me. My hips arch upwards as his tongue skims over my throbbing clit again, my moan turning into a shriek, because it all feels like too much, until—

“Oh god, oh god—Levin!”I cry out his name as I feel his thick cock against me, pushing inside of me as his hands squeeze my hips, holding me in place as I thrash against him. It’s too much, the stretch of his cock sliding over my oversensitized flesh. It feels like I’m still coming, as if the orgasm just stretches out into an endless rise and fall of pleasure as he thrusts into me.

“God, you’re so fuckingtight,” he groans. I feel him shudder against me, the hard, muscled pressure of his chest against mine as his hips snap forward and he leans into me, his mouth on mine swallowing up my cry of pleasure as he fills me up entirely.

He fucks me the way I want him to, hard and fast, driving his cock into me again and again as his mouth devours mine, as he loses control. I jerk against the belt, wanting so desperately to touch him, toseehim. I can hear myself pleading between moans, the words all lost as he kisses me again and again, and suddenly I feel his fingers under the blindfold. I can see again as my eyes adjust to the dim light.

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