Page 35 of Savage Love

But it’s a battle that I want him to lose.

When his hands land on my waist, I know he’s losing it—if he’s not already lost.

His mouth presses against mine, slanting over my lips. I can feel him hesitating, trying not to kiss me. I can almost hear the wheels in his head turning, demanding that he back away, coming up with all of the reasons why he shouldn’t and all of the reasons that he should.

Please don’t stop.I slide my hands up his chest, fingers sliding into the small gap above the top button, where he left two undone. I press my fingertips there, against his warm skin, and I trail my tongue over his lower lip.

He breaks the kiss, just a little. “We have one more house to see—”

“This is it.” I lean in, brushing my lips over his again. I haven’t pushed since our wedding night. I’ve been too afraid of the possibility of him rejecting me, of how it would feel, how much it would hurt. Too afraid that I don’t know how much time he thinks is supposed to pass before we go to bed together again. “This is our house.”

“It’s not ours yet.” The words are murmured between our mouths, his breath warm on my lips, and a flood of desire rushes through me.

“It will be.” I undo one of his shirt buttons, and another, and another, kissing him between each one, my tongue trailing over his lower lip, my teeth nipping at it. “Levin—”

I know he knows what I want. His hand tightens on my waist, his hips moving against mine, and I can feel how hard he is. He wants me too, and I decide at that moment to make it as difficult as I can for him to turn me down this time.

“You said you wanted to give me what I wanted,” I whisper against his mouth. “I want you. Here. Now. Please—”

“That’s not fair.” Levin’s voice is hoarse, and I feel his hands squeeze my waist, as if he’s struggling with whether to pull me closer or push me away. “Not even a little bit, Elena—”

“I know.”

I close my eyes and kiss him harder. I reach up, sliding one hand behind his head, and I crush his mouth to mine as I keep undoing the buttons of his shirt with my other hand, until it’s hanging almost entirely open, and I feel him shudder again as my fingers brush down his abdomen.

When I feel him give in when his mouth opens and his tongue tangles with mine, my knees go weak. It’s been less than a week, but it feels like it’s been an unbearable amount of time since he last kissed me like this, and I curl my fingers into the edges of his shirt, pulling him closer.

I feel him groan against my lips, the vibration tingling against my skin, and his hands slide down to my ass, squeezing, gripping, pulling me closer too. I slip the last buttons of his shirt free, breaking the kiss to drag my lips down his throat, flicking my tongue in the hollow of his collarbone as my hands drop to his belt.

Every moment is one where he might remember that he feels like we shouldn’t be doing this, where he might stop me. I grab every second of closeness with him that I can, tucking them away for all the days and nights when I know he’ll remember his self-control, savoring him while I have him under mine. I trail my lips down his chest, down lower still, sinking to my knees in front of him as I pull down his zipper.

“Elena, the floor—”

“I don’t care.” I slide my hand inside the opening of his trousers, and he’s so hard that he springs into my hand instantly, hot and throbbing. I hear Levin bite back a groan as I slide my thumb over the damp tip of his cock, already dripping for me, and his hand strokes over my hair.

“Fuck, Elena—”

“I want you,” I breathe, my lips very close to his cock. “Please—”

He chuckles a low, dark, deep sound. “You’re on your knees with my cock in your hand, and you’re the one beggingme.” The irony in his voice is thick. “Goddamn it, Elena, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

There’s so much in that one question. “Sometimes,” I whisper, and then, before he can answer, before the moment can get dark and sad and turn into something that could keep us from doing this, I slide my hand down the length of him and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. I feel the tremor that runs throughout his entire body as his hand presses against the back of his head.

I know him well enough now to know what he likes. What he wants. What will drive him crazy with desire. I know the taste of him, the way he loves when I swirl my tongue around his tip, licking up the pre-cum there, salty and thick on my tongue. I know he likes when I slide my hand down slowly, my lips and tongue following, letting him watch as I take him inch by inch, all the way into the back of my throat, looking up at him wide-eyed.

I can see the moment when he’s no longer fighting it, when he gives up and gives in to the pleasure. His fingers slide through my hair, his expression softening as his eyes go hazy with lust, watching me as I suck his cock.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding along my jaw as I take him a little deeper, and he groans. “Such a good girl. You take my cock so well.”

A shiver runs down my spine, my thighs squeezing together at the praise. His voice ripples over me like silk, and I’m aching to have him inside of me, to feel him fill me up again. Nothing could ever feel as good as he does when he’s inside of me; I’m certain of that.

I slide down all the way, until my nose brushes against his skin, and his head tips back. “Ohfuck,” he breathes, and I hold him there as long as I can, my throat tightening around him until I have to come up for air.

When I slide off of his cock, gasping a little for breath, the look on his face makes it hard to get any at all. He’s looking down at me with an expression of such blatant lust that it makes me feel as if I’ll never breathe again. I see his other hand clench at his side, as if he’s trying to stop himself—and he can’t.

He sinks down onto his knees in front of me, the hand in my hair tangling it around his fist as his mouth comes crashing down onto mine again. In an instant, I go from being the one seducing him to the one being taken. He leans into me, pushing me onto my back on the hard wooden floor as he growls against my lips, a harsh, desperate sound of need.

“You drive me insane,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine as his other hand finds the button of my pants, jerking it open. My entire body arches when I feel his fist close around the waist, yanking the fabric down, his hand sliding between my thighs, and I moan when his fingertips slide between my folds. “Oh,god, you’re so fucking wet—”

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