Page 30 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

“You mean you can’t do it, right?” she challenges me. “Is it because you’re scared you’ll make a fool of yourself because you can’t do the poses?”

“I’m flexible,” I growl, taking a step toward her. There’s defiance in her eyes, and I smirk. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

I follow her inside, and we’re directed to a mat. There are five other couples with us today, and thankfully, we’re toward the back.

The first few minutes are simple stretches and breathing exercises, apparently to loosen us up.

I listen to what the instructor says the first pose is, and it takes all my self-control not to laugh. I look over at Asher, and she’s blushing crimson. This is an interesting turn of events I didn’t expect.

I sit down and cross my legs, looking up at Asher with open arms. “Can’t do?” I whisper.

She frowns, slides her legs on either side of me, and lowers herself into my lap. She drapes her arms over my shoulders and clasps her hands together. I’m not listening to the instructor anymore because I’m doing my best not to get a hard-on with her sitting on me like this. Her breasts are squished against my chest, and her coconut smell is inches away from me.

We maintain the pose for a few breaths before we change position—another rather suggestive pose where our groins touch. It involves me holding her up, but I’m strong enough.

I can feel it, though. There’s a sexual tension mounting between us. She deliberately presses herself harder onto me than she needs to.

I definitely feel a grind when we touch, and I return it. We both form a sweat, and before I can do anything, the class is over, and the instructor welcomes us to join the next one at lunch time. I get up and hurry out.

I hear Asher call me, but I’m afraid of what I’ll do if I stop. I feel her hand on my arm. “Danil,” she says breathlessly.

I stop and look around before pulling her into an alley made by the trees, hidden from the main path. I kiss her feverishly, pulling her against my body. She doesn’t resist, and I know she felt that tension too.

She puts her hands on my chest as I grab her hips and grind up against her. I break the kiss to murmur, “I want to take you right now, right here.”

“No, not outside,” she murmurs. “Let’s go to our room.”

She pushes me away slightly before taking my hand and leading me back to our bungalow in a swift walk. As soon as the door closes behind us, we start kissing again. She reaches for the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head. She drops it to the floor, and I reach for hers. She seems hesitant, and I stop. “You don’t want to…”

“I do. It’s just that I haven’t… before…” She blushes, and I smile.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. Come.” I take her hand and lead her toward the bedroom, where I kiss her a little more gently. I tug her vest off and drop it. I reach behind her and feel my way into unclipping her bra quickly. Her face is red, and she almost looks drunk as she looks up at me.

She slides her bra off and drops it. I kiss her again and feel her press her large breasts against my chest. My dick is erect now and is pressing against her.

I lead her to the bed. “Sit.”

She sits down, and I hook my fingers in her shorts and pull them down. She’s wearing a thong, and I smile. “Spread your legs.”

“Danil…” She blushes again, but she doesn’t resist. She spreads her legs, and I bury my face in her underwear, licking her pussy through the fabric. She shakes and cries out. I tug her underwear to the side and suck on her clit before I start to flick my tongue over it quickly.

She arches her back in response, and one of her hands finds my hair and grips it. I don’t stop. I want her well-lubricated if she hasn’t done this before. I don’t want it to hurt her.

I slowly push one finger in and start moving it in and out. She’s already good and wet, but I take my time. I continue to tease her clit as I push in a second finger to stretch her out a bit. Her hole is so tight, I’m not sure I’ll fit in her. She leans back on her elbows, her breasts protruding out like sexy little mounds of desire. I get up, continuing with my fingers, but I settle next to her and suck on her nipple while I move my fingers in and out of her.

“Danil… Oh God…” She shakes under my touch, and then she moves her head from side to side. It's a good sign that I’m doing my job right.

“Shall we try a third finger?” I ask quietly.

“Yes…” she groans out. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” I slip my third finger in. It’s a tight fit, but she’s lubricated, and I move slowly so I don’t hurt her.

I don’t ever want to hurt her.

My thumb plays with her clit while my fingers move, and her mouth forms a sexy little ‘o’ shape as she cries out in pleasure.

Just when I think she’s getting ready to cum, I stop, and she looks at me incredulously.

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