Page 79 of Savage Love

“What should I do with this,malysh?” he murmurs, stroking himself slowly, and a sudden, dark rush of arousal goes through me.

“Fuck me in the ass.”

“What?” Levin falters, staring down at me. “Elena—”

“I asked you to in Rio. Don’t you remember?” I spread my legs invitingly, letting him see me, well-fucked and exposed for him, his cum dripping out of me. “And you said you couldn’t. But now you can. You said you love me. You want me—this. So there’s no reason to protect that last bit of my innocence any longer.” My voice drops a little, low and husky. “And I want to be all yours. I want to belong to you, Levin.Allof me.”

I’ve never seen such raw lust on anyone’s face. “Oh god,krasotka—” he groans, and I see his cock throb visibly in his fist. “You drive me insane. Begging me for my cock everywhere, even—”

“I want it,” I whisper. “Please.”

I know that’s always the magic word with him.

He leans forward, covering my mouth with his. He kisses me long and slow, his hand sliding over his cock between us, teasing my clit with it until all I feel is pleasure burning through me again, bringing me close to another climax, readying me for what I’ve asked him to do. And then, as his tongue tangles with mine, I feel his cockhead dip inside of me, sliding out as he uses his cum and mine to ease the way lower down, making me slick with it as he presses his cock against my ass.

“If you say stop,” he says softly, “I’ll stop. I don’t care how good it feels or how close I am. You tell me, and I stop.”

I nod, swallowing hard. I’m a little scared—his cock ishuge—but I want this. I want him—all of him. And as dirty as the act might sound, I feel like this makes me his, entirely. Like there’s no part of me that he won’t have.

I cry out when I feel him push forward. There’s resistance at first, tight and burning as he pushes his swollen cockhead into my ass, and then I feel the resistance give, and the first inch is inside. It’s like losing my virginity all over again, but just like that—there’s no one I want to have this more than him.

“More,” I whisper, and Levin closes his eyes, sucking in a breath. His fingers find my clit, rolling over it as he kisses me again.

“I won’t last,” he warns me. “Your ass feels so tight, and just the fact that you’re letting me do this—” he groans as he pushes deeper, another inch. “God, Elena. My good girl. My good fucking girl—”

I moan, arching as he pushes deeper, deeper, until all of his cock is buried in my ass, and I feel as if I’m going to come apart at the seams. My clit throbs under his fingers, and I clutch at his shoulders, bucking on his cock.

“I’m going to come when you do,” I gasp. “Fuck my ass, Levin. Please. Fuck me and let me come with you—”

He groans, an almost animal sound of lust, as he starts to thrust slowly, shallowly, his body shuddering with pleasure. His fingers are tight against my clit, rubbing in exactly the way he knows I like, and I cling to the edges of the orgasm, waiting for him, waiting—

“Ohgod—” Levin’s hips snap forward, burying himself in my ass. “God, I’m going to fucking come in your ass, fucking come on my cock,fuck—come for me, Elena—”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My nails rake furrows in his skin as I come hard, clenching around him as his fingers drive me over the edge, his cock buried in my ass, and I feel the hot flood of his cum for a second time as he fills me with it, his cock throbbing. The sound he makes is one of such absolute pleasure that it drives my orgasm higher still, until we’re both clinging to each other, shuddering with the force of our combined climaxes.

Levin stays there for a long moment, rolling off of me at last, his cock finally wilting against his thigh. “I would never have thought you’d be such a little deviant,” he says, looking over at me, his voice hoarse. “You never cease to surprise me.”

“I’ll try not to stop.” I curl into his arms, my head against his chest. “Tell me that you love me again, Levin.”

His arms go around me, sure and certain, without the slightest hesitation as he holds me close. “I love you,” he says, and as his fingers run through my hair, I know he means it. I can hear it in his voice—and besides that, I’ve never known Levin Volkov to commit to something he didn’t intend to see through.

What he says, he means.

“Forever,” he whispers softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I will love you forever, Elena Volkov. It should have started sooner—but it starts now.”

I lean up just a little, pressing my hand to his cheek as I turn his mouth into mine, whispering against it as I kiss my husband, the man that I love—the man who, at last, after all this time, loves me too.

“That’s all I could ever ask for.”

Epilogue

Elena

“Idon’t know how anyone has more than one child!”’

I screech those words at no one in particular in the delivery room, truly wondering what the answer is as I cling to Levin’s hand, feeling as if I’m dying. I thought I knew pain, but nothing prepared me for this.

Just yesterday, I’d been complaining about how I was past my due date, that I was ready to hold my baby, instead of what felt like interminable waiting. There had been a period of a few months where I’d actually enjoyed being pregnant—where the nausea had receded, but I hadn’t felt like a walking house—but by the time eight months rolled around, I was ready to be done.

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