Page 24 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

Yaro tipped my chin up as he broke the kiss, only to paint my skin with more of them. He moved down my neck, pausing to whisper, “If it’s our honeymoon night, then we might as well make the most of it.”

That proposition sent a chill down my spine, and I didn’t have the mind to deny how much I wanted exactly that.

I sighed as his lips brushed against my neck, reaching just above my collarbone, and his words made me wet with anticipation.

Before I could reach out to him, Yaro pulled away and pushed my shoulders back, making me lean against my elbows.

Surprised by the action, I peered up at him and watched as he kneeled in front of me. He did so wordlessly, spreading my legs apart from the edge of the mattress.

I was glad I had changed out of the dress and into something more moveable the moment Yaro took the material of the bed shorts in his hands and pulled them down to reveal my black panties underneath.

His eyes darkened as he took me in, reaching to remove them simultaneously. Seemingly pleased by what he saw, Yaro hummed to himself and tossed both articles to the side.

Leaving me bare, that cool breeze on my lower half made a chill run through me, but my relief was immediate as his palms ghosted up and down my thighs.

He hooked his big hands around my legs and pulled me closer until he was nearly level with my heat, desperate to feel him.

There was no time to say anything as Yaro leaned in and swiped his tongue against my eager clit.

That single stroke made my toes curl and pulled a sharp exhale from me. Pleasure burst within me, leaving me desperate for more.

To my luck, Yaro didn’t stop there. He lapped at my heat, focusing on my sensitive bud first. Wave after wave of excitement coursed through me, making me tip my head back into the pillows.

Needy for more of him, I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, immediately met with a moan from him. The vibration magnified that pleasure, making it my turn to let him know how much I liked it.

Yaro’s ministrations continued as they traveled lower down, exploring every inch of me. His hands gripped my thighs to keep me in place despite my wriggling.

Between those quick swipes of his tongue and the way he sucked on my clit, there was no shortage of arousal. I was warm and perfectly pliable, ready to be moved in whatever way he wanted.

The moment his fingers made an appearance, my back arched off the mattress. Those moans fell from my lips without resistance, and while I tried to hold some back, it was useless.

I was a mess the moment he inserted one and gently pumped in and out of me while I grew accustomed to the feeling of him. My throat was already dry from moaning for him. But as another went inside me, I was a goner.

My fingers tightened in his hair, letting him know just how incredible it felt. Whether it was the champagne in my system or the raw attraction I felt to him, I didn’t care. I just wanted more of him. I needed that satisfaction.

“Yaro, please,” I murmured breathlessly, peering up at him.

With a final swipe to my clit, he lifted his head to meet my gaze. His pupils were blown wide with arousal, which somehow made him look even sexier than usual. “What do you want?”

His honey-tone made me shiver with delight, still soaking in the leisurely stroke of his fingers. I couldn’t speak, not when he was feeding me that delicious sensation.

“Use your words,” he muttered, looking at me through his dark lashes. “What do you want?”

Swallowing thickly, I had to work up the courage to find my voice again. “I want to feel you. Please.”

“Where?”

My breath hitched as his thumb brushed against my clit again. “Inside me.”

With a satisfied sound from his chest, Yaro removed his fingers and moved across my body until he completely caged me.

My eyes closed as his lips collided with mine again, and I lost myself to the feeling of his hands sliding beneath my top.

He brushed his fingers against my nipples as he reached for my breasts and kneaded them in tandem. That immediate rush of pleasure had me moaning into his mouth, practically begging for more of it.

Those skilled hands did wonders just before he nudged the fabric of my top up. Catching on, I reached for the shirt and yanked it off, not wanting to waste a moment. Our lips broke apart for only a moment before we went right back again.

Realizing I was the only one sans clothes, I reached between us and worked the buttons of his shirt undone. Yaro maintained the kiss as I worked until the last one came undone and he shouldered it off, leaving his bare torso for me to marvel over.

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