Page 55 of The Bratva King's Twins

Something about the way she eased against me, accepting everything I had to give, always made me want more, regardless of where we were or what was going on.

When I pulled back, to both our dismay, I pressed my forehead against hers to maintain as much of that contact as possible.

“Since we’re on the same page, and we could both use a distraction, I’m going to plan a date for us,” I told her, siphoning her affection straight into my veins. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll let you know the place and time, and we can celebrate us privately. We’ll be one-on-one without my mouthy siblings to interrupt.”

“That sounds perfect,” she hummed, embracing me in return with her arms around my waist. “I loved that restaurant from before. It seemed so romantic.”

“Then I guess the place is taken care of. I’ll contact my friend there and have him reserve us a table.”

Glad to see her smile, I couldn’t get over how perfectly it complimented her features, and how it made her glow. She was perfect in every sense of the word, and I needed the opportunity to show her just how much I cared about her.

“Right now,” I murmured, slipping my hands to the back of her thighs to hoist her into my arms as she giggled to herself, “I have some time before work to do whatever I want with, and I have an idea of how I want to spend it.”

Vivian clung to me with her pleasant aura, surrounding me with both her arms and her complete attention. “If I’m thinking what you’re thinking, then I’d be happy to oblige.”

“Let’s find out, then.”

While I intended on taking her upstairs, just looking at her lips was enough to pull that drive from me, and I settled for the couch instead.

I sat down and brought her onto my lap, pulling her as close as possible while our lips met once again.

I was immediately met with her returned enthusiasm, riling me up even more. Whether she was aware of it or not, it never took much for her to get me hard and in desperate need of her touch.

Most days, I found myself stuck in that familiar haze, daydreaming about when I’d get the chance to be inside her again, and when I’d get to watch her face tighten in pleasure. Her sounds of appeasement were so addictive that I couldn’t wait to get my next fix, regardless of how recently we had sex.

She meant everything to me, and knowing she felt the same way about me made me even more eager to prove just how much I adored her.

Mutually holding one another as tightly as possible, we moved our lips with such sensual longing that I knew there was no turning back. I didn’t want to stop, and neither did she.

At the brush of Vivian’s tongue against my lower lip, I muffled a groan into her mouth and felt as it excited her from how she wriggled on my lap. Even the slightest movements of her hips were enough to cause a semblance of friction, getting me painfully worked up.

All thoughts of romantic candle-lit dinners and celebrating went completely out the window as sinful thoughts took over my mind, urging me to squeeze her hips and draw her impossibly close. While that would certainly come eventually, I was too fixated on having her and letting her know the exact power she held over me without even knowing it.

Growing impatient, I hummed against her lips as I hoisted her up again, turning us around so that she was spread out on the couch, looking up at me with those surprisingly lewd eyes, and her cheeks painted pink as she caught her breath.

Keenly noting how my self-restraint was crumbling with every passing second, I moved in, caging her against the couch as I latched my mouth to her neck, finding that sweet spot immediately.

Vivian let go of a breathy moan for me as I kissed down her neck, reaching the plunging neckline of her thin sleep set. The flimsy material was pushed up easily enough to expose her breasts, sending another wave of anticipation through me.

Cupping them both, I trailed my lips further down, leaving a teasing stripe against her left nipple before heading straight for the other. As my thumb stroked the former, I took the latter in my mouth and listened to how she was already falling apart, desperate for more.

Her quiet moans were all the encouragement I needed to keep going, and it became my personal goal to make them even louder.

I took great pleasure in pulling those breathless sounds from her with my ministrations, flicking with my tongue to make her back arch away from the couch cushions.

When I couldn’t wait anymore, I popped my mouth off her and continued, catching her slight sigh from losing that contact.

Don’t worry, I thought to myself. Soon enough.

Moving further south, I grazed every inch of skin I could find, making her wriggle out of desperation for more friction. As much as I just wanted to be inside her already, I wanted to make her come undone first. I wanted to maximize her pleasure as much as I could, even if it went to the point of overstimulation.

As my palms trailed down her thighs with my lips in tow, I lowered myself between them and felt right at home.

Vivian’s breathing was already erratic as she waited for me to do something, anything. Not willing to wait any longer, I hooked my fingers in the equally flimsy bed shorts and pulled them down to reveal her more casual underwear underneath. Given her pregnancy, she opted for comfort over style, but I still found it sexy.

Especially because they so easily showed that lewd damp spot that made me harden even more, delirious at the thought of how turned on she already was.

“Ari, please…” she whimpered, nearly trembling from how needy she was.

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