Page 78 of Savage Love

His voice breaks, and I feel my throat tighten with grief, an overwhelming feeling of loss at the thought of what we almost had. What I feel certain is lost now, after what Diego did. But I won’t let him blame himself for it. Not this time.

“I understand,” I tell him softly, still holding on to his hands. “I’ve always understood; I just—I hoped things would be different. But I knew that after this, there was a chance they couldn’t be.” I take a deep breath, sucking in the air. “I understand if you can’t love me. It won’t change how I feel about you—that I love you—but isn’t that what love is? Loving someone for who they are, no matter what they can give you in return?”

“Elena—”

“No, it’s my turn.” I force a small smile. “I know you’ll do everything in your power to be a good father. And I know that will only make me love you more. I know you’ll do your best to be a good husband to me, even if you can’t open your heart up. And I’ll be glad for what we do have together. All my life, I’ll be glad for it. I promise—”

“Elena.” His voice is strident, pushing through mine. Interrupting me. “Elena, that’s the problem.”

I stare up at him, confused. “What is?”

Levin reaches out, his fingers tracing over my cheekbone. “I do love you,” he says gently. “I’ve been trying for so long not to, but it’s been a losing battle. I’ve loved you for so much longer than I’ve been willing to admit. And I can’t fight it any longer.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in. When they do, I feel my chest tighten, a glow washing over me like nothing I’ve ever felt, a happiness that I never expected suffusing every inch of my body. “You love me?” I whisper, and Levin cups my face in both of his hands, tumbling me backward in the bed, his body stretched over mine.

“I love you,” he repeats. “I love you.”

I arch upwards, kissing him. My fingers curl around the back of his neck, pressing his mouth hard to mine, and my legs wrap around his, the towel coming loose between us. My other hand is already fisting in his t-shirt, dragging it upwards, and Levin breaks the kiss long enough to look down at me with worry in his eyes.

“The doctor said it was fine. I remember that.” I look up at him, pleading. “Don’t say no, Levin. I need you.”

I wait for him to fight it. To struggle against what we both need. But to my shock, he doesn’t.

He runs his fingers through my hair, and he kisses me. Long and deep and slow, his tongue tangling with mine, his hands sliding down my body as he tugs the towel away and throws it to one side.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “So fucking beautiful.”

I can’t get his clothes off fast enough. There will be time for foreplay later, time for us to spend hours in bed exploring each other, for him to give himself the unfettered freedom that he’s fought so long against. Right now, I need him inside of me.

I don’t realize that I murmured it aloud, against his lips, until Levin laughs.

“My filthy girl,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing through my wet hair. “So innocent when I met you. And now—” he grins against my mouth. “Listen to you. Begging for my cock.”

He shoves his pants the rest of the way off, his cock hard against his belly, and he reaches down, angling it so that the swollen head brushes against my clit. “Come for me like a good girl, and I’ll fuck you. Come on my cock, Elena. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you as hard as you deserve.”

I moan helplessly, hips bucking, rubbing my clit against his cockhead. I’m helpless in the torrent of my desire for him, and when he talks to me likethat, his accent thickening, his words low and dark and filthy, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

It doesn’t take long. I can feel the wet heat of his pre-cum against my clit, slick as he rubs himself against me, teasing me until I’m arching and panting and begging, and then he pushes himself tightly against my clit, fucking it with the head of his cock, and I scream his name as my nails dig into his shoulders and I come hard.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Take my fucking cock,” he groans. Halfway through my orgasm, I feel him push inside of me, his fingers replacing the tip of his cock as he rubs my clit, pushing himself hard into my clenching depths.

The pressure, the fullness, the unrelenting friction on my clit—it sends me over the edge into a second orgasm immediately on the heels of the first. I arch upwards, thrusting myself onto him, impaling myself hard on his length so that he’s as deep as he can go in an instant, and Levin groans, his hips snapping against mine as he sucks in a breath.

“Fuck, you feel sofuckinggood—” He presses his forehead to mine, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, thrusting into me in long, hard strokes that leave me gasping and moaning with every single one. Even as the orgasm recedes, it feels exquisite, like my every nerve is raw, his cock driving me wild. His fingers rub my clit relentlessly, his tongue tangling with mine, and he groans as he fucks me harder, his cock throbbing inside of me.

“I’m not going to last long.Fuck—” he moans, driving himself into me again and holding himself there for a moment. “I’m not letting you out of bed for a week. I’m going to fill you so full of my cum,god,fuck, fuck—”

I feel him jerk, feel his mouth slant over mine, the arch of his back as he rubs my clit faster still, desperate to push me over the edge one final time before he loses control. “Come for me,” I moan into his mouth. “I’ll come when you do. Fill me up, Levin,please—”

“God, I love when you fucking beg for my cum.” He rears back, slamming his cock into me with the force that I know he’s wanted for a long time. I nearly scream his name as I feel him swell and harden. The hot rush of his cum fills me as I unravel around him for a third time, clenching and rippling along his cock as I drag every drop of cum he has for me out of him.

Levin sags against me, shuddering—and then he goes very still.

“What is it?” I turn my head, trying to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

He laughs, a low, hoarse sound. “This never happens.”

Slowly, he leans back, sliding out of me. I realize what he means as I feel him, still hard and thick and solid, as erect as if he hadn’t come. But he did—I can feel it on my thighs, dripping out of me as he slips free. I can see it on his length, my arousal and his cum, streaked over his straining flesh as he wraps his hand around it, a look of bemused surprise and lust mixing together on his face.

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