Page 36 of Savage Love

It’s an understatement. I’m drenched, aching for him, and when he pushes two fingers inside of me, more roughly than usual, with his thumb on my clit, I feel like I might come on the spot. I arch my hips into his hand, thrusting back as he fingers me, his thumb rolling over my clit in the same rhythm over and over until I’m so close to unraveling.

When he kisses me again, I sink my teeth into his lower lip. He grunts, a deep sound of surprise, and thrusts his fingers into me harder still, driving me towards a rough, quick orgasm, as if he knows exactly what it is that I need—and it shouldn’t surprise me any longer. He’s always known what I needed.

His tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling with mine, and he drags my pants lower on my thighs with his other hand, leaning over me. I feel his cock brush against my inner thigh, ready to take the place of his fingers the moment I come for him, and that pushes me over the edge.

I grab the back of his head, nails digging into the nape of his neck as my scream of pleasure is swallowed up by the kiss, clenching around his fingers as his thumb grinds into my clit. My vision blurs at the edges as I come, my entire body convulsing as I finally come, the orgasm I’ve needed for days crashing through me like a tidal wave, again and again, as I hold his mouth against mine, my other hand shooting down to grip his wrist and hold his hand against me as if he might stop at any moment.

I squeeze around him, riding his fingers until the orgasm starts to ebb, and he wrenches his hand free from mine. I cry out at the loss of friction, the moment when I feel empty and hollow again, but it’s not for long.

He shoves his pants down his hips, and I catch a glimpse of his hand wrapping around his long, thick cock, his fingers still glistening from my arousal. The sight is so frankly lewd that it sends another jolt of pleasure through me, and I moan as he leans forward, the swollen head of his cock pushing into me as I arch upwards, my hand gripping his ass.

“Fuck me,” I gasp, my nails biting into his skin. “Please fuck me—”

I can’t wrap my legs around him. My pants are tangled around my calves, tugged down just enough for Levin to get my legs far enough apart that he can thrust into me. I feel half-restrained beneath him, desperate to get him closer and entirely at his mercy. It’s maddening and arousing all at once, and I drag my nails up his back, bucking underneath him as he starts to push himself deeper.

“Please–”

“Easy there.” His hand cups my jaw, tipping my head up so he can look down at me. “This is what you want, Elena?”

I stare up at him, feeling half-dizzy with need.Is he really asking this right now?The head of his cock is inside of me, but he hasn’t pushed deeper, holding me pinned beneath him. I clench around him, rolling my hips for a little of the pressure and friction that I so desperately need, and I see his jaw clench as he struggles for control.

“You want me to fuck you on the floor, like this?” His other hand is braced next to my head, his eyes dark with lust. His hips move, and he pushes another inch of his cock into me, making me moan with a desperate sound that would make me feel embarrassed at any other moment, but right now, I don’t care. I need more.

“Yes—” I drag my nails higher up his back, twisting my hips under him, but his muscled bulk holds me in place. “God, Levin, please!”

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Another inch and I still need more. I squeeze helplessly around him, needing him to thrust, needing the hot slide of him back and forth inside of me, making me come again. “You have no idea how you make me feel. Every fucking day, Elena—”

He thrusts forward another inch. I cry out, shuddering, and he groans.

“You confuse the hell out of me. You have, every fucking day since I met you. Goddamnit, Elena, you make mewant—”

His hips snap forward as he bites off the last word like a curse, slamming his cock into me harder than I think he ever has before, and I shatter underneath him.

He starts to thrust as I come, each slide of his cock dragging through my clenching muscles, and I cry out again, the sound suddenly swallowed up by my mouth as he kisses me hard. Both of his hands grab mine, his fingers curling around my wrists as he pins them up over my head, and I’m reminded of the night in the motel when he tied me up with his belt, when he made me beg for him.

I feel like I’m going to spend the rest of my life begging for him.

Levin has me pinned, my legs trapped in my tangled pants, and my wrists clasped in his hands, and I lose track of where my orgasm ends, and the next one begins. All I can feel is the heat of his skin, burning through the thin material of my shirt, the pressure of his lips on mine, the hot, inexorable slide of his cock into me again and again, driving deeper every time, as if he wants to imprint himself on me. His hips grind into mine, his groan vibrating against my mouth, and I feel him shudder as he reaches the edge, too.

“Fuck,malysh—I’m going to come—”

The words are groaned into my mouth, cut off by my teeth grazing over his lower lip, my tongue tangling with his as I arch up into him. I want it. I want to feel him come inside of me. I want to feel the heat of him filling me up, and I want to tell him, to urge him on, but I can’t stop kissing him long enough to say it. His fingers feel almost bruising around my wrists, his hips grinding down into me with a mad desperation as he presses me down against the hard wooden floor. Then I feel every inch of him go rigid, his cock thick and hard and swollen inside of me in an instant before his hips buck, and I feel him flood me with the hot rush of his cum.

Pleasure washes over me again, electric and jolting over every inch of my skin. I shudder helplessly under him, moaning his name as he buries his face in my neck and his hips roll against mine, his cock throbbing as he comes hard.

For a long moment, neither of us move. I feel the knot of dread in my stomach, knowing this is the moment where he comes back to himself, where he remembers what he thinks of all of this, how he feels every time he loses control. I canfeelit when he starts to shut down, his hands unwrapping from around my wrists as he pulls back, his cock slipping free as he turns away from me.

“Jesus, Elena.” He runs one hand over his hair as he stands up awkwardly, tugging his pants back up around his hips. “Fuck, we probably made a mess—”

“I’ll deal with it.” My clothes are in even more disarray. I pull them back into place, my chest aching hollowly as I wish for him to turn around, to look at me, to give meanythingother than what feels like regret. “We have to rent the house now, right? We fucked in it.”

It’s a terrible attempt at a joke. He stays facing away from me for a long moment and then slowly turns, holding out a hand to help me up from the floor.

“If it’s the house you want, it’s the house we’ll get,” he tells me, just as I always knew he would. But it’s not just the house that I want.

I stand there looking at the man I love, his face a careful blank again, and I want to tell him that I’d live anywhere if he would just stop looking at me like that, if I could have even one more day where he could just be himself with me, and not throw up every wall he has after letting them down without meaning to. If I could not feel as if every time we’re together, I’m clinging to every second I get, because I never know when I’ll have another one.

“This is the one,” I tell him softly, and once again, I’m not just talking about the house. I stand there, watching as he buttons up his shirt, and I want to go to him so badly it hurts. I want to kiss him and run my hands through his hair and tell him how much I love him, and I swallow it all down, along with the hurt burning in my chest. I force a smile, and I watch him as he straightens, settling back into the careful version of himself that I know so much better than I want to.

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