Page 71 of Innocently Imprisoned By the Bratva

"Ah, but I can’t blame you. I did kidnap you, after all" Lev chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes.

“I have to say, though,” I admit, extracting myself from his arms. “You are my favorite kidnapper.”

“I hope I don’t have any more competition,” he frowns.

I laugh and give him a wink.

Right after, in typical Lev fashion, he suggests I take a shower and a nap. Too tired to argue, I realize he’s right. When I come out of the shower, he’s laid out a whole meal for me with a glass of wine.

We sit in bed together, eating and talking into the morning hours, before falling asleep.

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As the weekend passes, Lev and I stick to each other like glue. The warmth of his presence is a balm to my aching heart, and I find myself craving his company with every beat.

Sunday evening, we sit on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the flames casting flickering shadows on our faces. Our conversation gradually slows, silence settling between us as we simply enjoy each other's company. My gaze drifts to his lips, a sudden heat igniting within me. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the undeniable urge surging through my veins.

"Did you ever think you’d have something like this in life?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. “True love?”

"Never," he replies truthfully. "You are… special, Pippa."

"Lev," I murmur, my heart pounding in my chest. I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I want you."

His eyes widen, but he doesn't move. Instead, he searches my face for any hint of hesitation. "Are you sure, my love?" His concern is touching, so different.

"Absolutely," I reply, my voice trembling slightly.

“But after the trauma you’ve faced…” he begins.

“Shh,” I whisper, leaning over and placing a finger on his mouth. “Trust me, Lev. Nothing of that sort happened.”

“I’m just saying,” he shakes his head. “That night was… intense. I want to make sure you're ready for this."

I smile softly, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Lev, you've been patient and understanding through it all. I know what I want, and it's you," I affirm, my gaze locked with his.

Lev nods, understanding my needs while respecting my boundaries. He places a gentle hand on my cheek, guiding my face closer to his. But, instead of kissing me, he slides his fingers through mine and stares down at how our palms intertwine, as though in disbelief over how we just fit.

His free hand glides up to the edge between my ear and neck, gently caressing my cheek. I look into his eyes, clear and fierce. So protective. It’s like he’s cherishing me in this moment.

“So, will you make the move and kiss the girl already?” I tease.

He laughs and brings his lips closer to me, pressing his mouth to mine. I part my lips for his taking, so eager and hungry for this thing I’ve missed with him.

He releases my palm, and his hands reach up for the back of my neck, gently pressing against my skull. He pulls me closer, harder. A sliver of electricity forms where he touches me, going down my spine.

I shudder involuntarily.

“Excited much, Miss Anderson?” he asks, pulling away gently.

I bite my lower lip and lean forward, nipping his ear. “I missed you. This.”

His hands begin to roam over my curves, gently sliding up and down my thighs under my dress. He’s teasing me. I moan and hike my leg up for his taking, sliding it over his crotch and placing it beside him.

I can feel the bulge under his trousers. He reaches for the top of my dress. It’s tied together at the back, and he traces the outline of my dress until he reaches the strings, flicking them open in one go.

I gasp as my dress falls down one shoulder. Slowly, he peels it down both shoulders, letting it rest just below my bra. Gently, he traces patterns against my bra, his fingers etching along the curves of my cleavage, grazing over my nipples through the cotton.

I moan and inch forward, reaching for his cock, caressing him over his trousers.

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