Page 58 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

His cock stirred against me, and my mind went haywire.

But before I could take matters into my own hands, Yaro kissed down my neck, then traveled down my body until he was forced to kneel.

He looked up at me through his dark lashes as he made himself level with my head and gripped my thighs.

Anticipating what was to come, I shivered just from the sight of him.

Spreading my legs enough to make room for him, Yaro leaned in and licked a long strip through my folds. My eyes fluttered shut immediately, and I tipped my head back to rest against the cool tiles behind me.

Bliss pulsed through me with every pass he made from the bottom to the top, letting his tongue rest on my begging clit. Breathlessly, I moaned for him, taking in every shocking sensation.

He squeezed my thighs and quickened his pace against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Those short flicks made me writhe against the wall, using it to hold myself up. At the very least, Yaro’s hands pinned me in place, helping to keep me on my feet.

I would’ve been a pile of limbs on the shower floor if it weren't for him. My legs were weak from the constant onslaught of pleasure he offered me.

As Yaro added a finger into the mix, carefully sliding it in and out to supplement the attention he gave my clit, I was a complete mess.

Moaning for him, it felt almost impossible to stand straight. I ran my fingers through his hair, eliciting a hum from him that traveled up my body. It sparked even more pleasure for me, and I couldn’t care about anything else. I just wanted and needed that approaching release.

Eager for more friction as that tension mounted within me, I carefully wriggled my hips back and forth.

When Yaro realized what I was up to, he groaned against me and stuck his tongue out to let me ride it.

My throat went dry from moaning for him as I moved my hips back and forth, addicted to the incredible feeling of it. I gripped his hair tighter and let my jaw go slack, greedily pulling myself closer to the edge.

The water could hardly conceal my enthusiastic sounds, practically begging to orgasm.

Feeding into what I wanted, Yaro continued wriggling his tongue in time with my thrusts to make it even more intense for me.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I moaned and stilled my hips, then crashed head-first into that release. The bliss rained over me just like the water did, and I assisted through it with Yaro’s help.

He continued to eat me out as I came, gripping him for dear life.

Once my body relaxed, completely at ease again, thanks to my orgasm, I could barely stand. Thankfully, Yaro held me there as he stood, meeting me at his full height again.

He pulled me into him and melded our lips together. My head was full of that content fog, and I was ready to lie down in bed.

But from the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against my core, I knew the night was only just beginning.

Yaro nipped at my lower lip and chuckled. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

Chapter 22 - Yaro

Just as I got comfortable in bed with my arm wrapped around Grace’s naked waist, my phone buzzed from the nightstand.

I debated leaving it until morning, but I ignored the temptation and turned over. Given everything happening lately, I couldn’t ignore any text or call.

The moment I read the message with tired eyes, my stomach dropped. A trade had gone wrong at one of the warehouses. Again.

I wanted to yell then and there. To voice my frustration at everything going on and how I just wanted to enjoy that quality time with my wife. That seemed to be an impossible feat.

“What’s wrong?” Grace asked, sounding exhausted.

Irritated, I gave her thigh a gentle squeeze and pulled away. “They need me at one of the warehouses. Something happened.”

“Should I go?” She murmured, already moments from falling asleep.

“No, go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll figure everything out and be back soon,” I returned gently, hoping she knew just how much I enjoyed our day together. “You need the rest.”

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