Page 71 of Savage Princess

“I never get tired of touching you.” I push his shirt up higher, tracing the patterns of his tattoos as I lift it over his head and toss it aside, reaching to unbutton his jeans and push them off. “You’re just as gorgeous, you know that?”

“I certainly don’t mind hearing it.” Levin groans as I push his jeans down, and his cock springs out, thick and hard, as I kneel down, my hand wrapping around the length of his shaft. “Fuck, Elena—”

I press my lips against the tip of it, swirling my tongue over the swollen flesh, tasting him. He groans again, one hand brushing over my hair as I take him in my mouth, just the head at first, sucking lightly as he grabs the countertop with one hand, his head tipping back as the tub starts to fill up.

“You’re going to make me come before we even get started, if you keep that up,” he murmurs, his fingers running through my hair as I take another inch of his cock in my mouth. I can feel how hard he is, taut flesh straining against my lips, and I want more of him.

I don’t ever want anyone else.

I take him as deeply as I can, inch by inch, until I feel him press against the back of my throat. He’s gripping the countertop with both hands, hips shuddering as he tries not to thrust too deeply into my mouth.

I love all of it—the way he feels in my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue, the sounds he makes as I tighten my lips around him and go deeper, my nose brushing against the inked lines on his abdomen as my throat clenches around his cock.

“Oh–fuck–” Levin’s hand closes around the back of my head, sliding down to grab my chin and pull me off of his cock. “I want to come inside of you, Elena, not in your mouth.”

“Why not both?” I murmur teasingly as I sit back on my heels, reaching for him as he twists around to turn off the hot water. Steam rises from the tub, filling the air, and I run my hand along Levin’s glistening shaft, enjoying the way he twitches and groans as I run my thumb over the tip.

“We’ll see about that later.” Levin reaches for me, pulling me up to kiss him again as he steps into the tub, bringing me with him. He lays back, and I straddle him in the hot water as he brushes his fingers over the nape of my neck, looking up at me with his heated blue gaze.

I lean down to kiss him again, lightly sucking his lower lip between mine, grazing my teeth over it. I feel him arch under me, his cock twitching where it’s trapped between us, and I lean into him, sliding myself upwards along his shaft, my clit gliding over the straining flesh.

“Do you want me to make you come like this?” Levin murmurs, his hand gripping the back of my head as he arches his hips against mine. His cock slides over me again, slick from the water and my arousal, and I gasp.

“Yes—” I whisper, moving against him. The pleasure builds, shivering over my skin, and I deepen the kiss, tangling my tongue with his as I press my hands against his chest, riding his cock. I want him inside of me—but there’s time for that, and I can feel the ache spreading through me, the desperate need to come.

“Just like that,” Levin groans, his other hand sliding down to grip my ass, fingers pressing into my skin. He pulls me tighter against him, our bodies sliding together, grinding, slipping, until I can feel the breath catching in my throat and my pulse quickening, so close to the edge.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, burning as I kiss him harder, wanting to memorize all of this—the way it feels when he touches me, the pressure of his body against mine, the pleasure that envelops me. I don’t ever want to feel it with anyone else.

I only ever want it to be him.

But I know very well by now that we don’t always get what we want.

He slows me down, his hand on my ass pressing me down, the ridge of his cockhead bumping against my clit again and again, until I can’t breathe or think about anything other than the pleasure, how good it feels, and I dip my head, pressing my mouth against his shoulder as my back arches deeply and I start to come hard.

“Levin—” I gasp his name, grinding down on him, and I hear him groan, turning his face into my neck so his lips press against my skin, his teeth grazing my throat as I writhe atop him.

“Fuck, Elena—” His hand reaches between us, guiding his cock towards my slick entrance, and I feel him shudder. “I need to be inside of you—”

I need the same thing. I lift my hips, the water swirling around us as I feel him nudge against me, and I don’t have the patience to be slow. I push myself down onto him, feeling him stretch and fill me up, and his hands close on my hips, squeezing hard as his head tips back against the edge of the tub.

“God, that’s so fucking good—” he groans as I tighten around him, sliding up and down, faster and faster, my fingers curling against his chest.

I lean down, kissing him again, gripping the edge of the tub as I ride him, wanting more. Every time I sink down, it feels so good, sodeep, and I grind down onto him, wanting him to come for me. I want to feel him fill me up as we come together.

“I want you all night,” I whisper against his mouth. “We can sleep tomorrow on the plane. All night—one more night. Please—”

Levin’s hand tangles in my hair, crushing my lips against his. “How could I tell you no right now?” he groans. I feel him harden inside of me, thick and swollen and on the edge, and when I slide back down, clenching around him, I feel the shudder go through him as his fingers slip between us, rubbing my clit in quick, fast circles so I come with him.

“Oh god, Levin—” I breathe his name as I arch against him, feeling my entire body tense, waves of pleasure washing over me again and again as I feel him start to come too. I dig my nails into his chest, the two of us locked together as the water sloshes over the edge of the tub, drenching the tiles around it.

I don’t want it to stop.

He stays inside of me when he’s finished, with me against his chest, the water lapping around us. His arm is over my back, holding me against him, and I pretend for a moment that we could stay like this forever, that tomorrow won’t come.

That Levin isn’t really going to leave me.

When we get out of the tub eventually, Levin helps me dry off, rubbing the towel over me before letting it drop to the floor and reaching for me again, his fingers tangling in my wet hair as he tips my face up to his for another kiss.

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