Page 27 of The Bratva King's Twins

Ari chuckled and lowered his lips until they were inches from mine. “So polite.”

Excitement sparked within my stomach as he pressed a light kiss against my mouth, barely giving me any relief from how pent-up I felt.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said, returning both hands to my waistband as he secured his fingers around it. “Lift.”

Doing as I was told while my heart flipped with anticipation, I hoisted myself up as he easily pulled the sweatpants down in a single motion, tossing them aside carelessly. As I lowered myself against the countertop, I hissed quietly at how cold the surface was through my panties.

“Don’t worry, you’ll need that to cool off soon enough,” Ari teased with a knowing grin as he lifted my thighs and forced me onto my back.

Too desperate to care what position he wanted me in, I tried my best to ignore the chill of it, and I was too preoccupied with how he lowered himself closer to my core with his hands holding my thighs up.

The moment I felt his breath fanning against my heat, I couldn’t contain that neediness inside me.

That frustration lingered as he left a few sloppy kisses against my inner thighs first, making sure to draw out how much I needed him, riling me up for his amusement.

My breath hitched the second I felt his tongue through the remaining fabric separating us, using the slightest pressure to tease me even more. My legs tensed as he continued, slowly exploring and making me whine for more.

Ari hummed against me and slowly hooked a finger in the material, just barely pushing it to the side. “Looks like you need this as much as I do, princess.”

While the new nickname was tempting to rebuke, the desire to resist him disappeared the moment his tongue returned, this time with minimal restraints.

A moan choked out of me as that slippery warmth embraced me, not leaving a single inch untouched. Pleasure shot through me and tingled across my skin, spurring more of that arousal to flood my system.

His grip on my thighs tightened as I squirmed from his expert tongue, forced to pin me down to keep me from moving. He chuckled at my reaction before busying himself once again, not letting up despite how overwhelming it felt.

My mouth fell open as he quickened his movements, flicking his tongue against my clit and greedily devouring me like that was his only chance. As much as I didn’t want to fuel his ego, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

His ministrations were addictive, but I knew it wasn’t enough. With every touch and teasing movement he made, I only needed more of him.

“Ari…” I murmured breathlessly, so overcome by how incredible it felt that I was at war with myself, both not wanting it to end, and feeling greedy for the main event.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said gruffly between my legs, leaving a final kiss there before he took the panties in his hands and tore them, to my surprise.

Before I could say anything, he tossed them away and hooked his arms underneath my thighs to pull me closer to the edge. His lips were on mine in a second, feeding that never-ending lust inside me.

But the sound of his cargo pants being shuffled off and the break in the exchange as pulled his tee over his head made anticipation pulse between my legs.

Seeing him in only his black briefs made something come alive within me, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at how perfectly sculpted his body was. He looked like an art piece, and I couldn’t get enough.

Ari chuckled as he closed the space between us again and reached for the waistband of his briefs. “As much as I don’t mind you admiring me, we have something to get to.”

Another blush burned my cheeks at being caught, but given how hot my face was anyway, it didn’t seem to matter.

Instead, the last of his clothes was thrown away, and his hands caressed my thighs as he secured my lips with his, urging me to lean back on my elbows.

I did as he wanted, too worked up to refuse him, or to delay for another moment.

A chill moved through me as the pressure of his cock weighed against my core as he teased me again, letting his length glide through my arousal.

We both tried to swallow back our moans at the sensation, to no avail. It was pointless to hold back when we both wanted it more than anything.

He slowly moved his hips back and forth as he kissed me, only pausing long enough to line himself up.

That initial connection as he pushed inside nearly made me break. That rush of intensity overcame me, forcing me to gasp at the sensation. Ari hummed his approval as he held me there and slowly filled me.

I could hardly believe how big he was, and just how perfect every inch of him felt. Thankfully, he was careful with every movement as he held me close.

By the time I couldn’t take any more of him, Ari dropped his forehead to rest against mine as he pulled in a breath, seemingly fighting back against how good it felt. Steadying himself, he slowly drew his hips back and entered me again with less resistance.

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