Page 30 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

There is definitely a heat between our bodies—an undeniable attraction.

“But if I forgive these two, you will forgive me?” I ask, leaning in.

She looks up at me with heavy eyes, and the blue in them sparkles more now than ever.

I can feel my cock stiffen in my suit pants.

“I… don’t know…” she says hesitantly. She licks her lips, and I, in turn, lick mine. I feel parched now, and she looks like an ice-cold cocktail.

“Do you want to forgive me?” I whisper, leaning forward, our faces inches apart.

“I…” she breathes before I capture her lips with my own, and with that, I crush my body against hers, letting her feel my desire for her. I feel intoxicated.

She puts her hands on my chest, but she doesn’t push me away, so I hold her hips and slide my tongue into her mouth. Everything about me feels oversized compared to her petite but curvy frame.

I slide my hands up and down her sides before I grab the ends of her shirt and slowly slide it up and off her body. She stands there, breathing hard, only in her red, satin bra.

She licks her lips again, and I kiss her, my hands coming up to her breasts to tease them through the soft fabric. There are no words to explain what happens to me when she moans into my mouth.

I press her against the cool glass of the window, and she shudders, probably from how cold it is.

“Igor,” she groans as we break the kiss. I kiss her neck, licking and biting at the skin as I undo the buttons on my shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the side and baring my chest to her. She runs her hands along my pecks and up to my neck.

“Arina,” I growl before I lower myself and bury my head in her breasts, making love to the tender flesh. I reach behind her and unhook her bra in one swift movement.

She shivers as she lets it drop between us.

I capture the nipple of her left breast between my teeth as I tease her right nipple with my deft fingers. I suck on the nipple, feeling it swell in my mouth, erect like my cock.

She runs her hands through my hair and groans, squirming under my touch.

My hands find their way to the top of her pants and work them down her body.

“The window…” she breathes.

“Let them see…” I murmur, kneeling in front of her and kissing down her stomach, nipping at her flesh.

I hook my fingers in her underwear and pull them down to her ankles.

“Put your left leg over my shoulder,” I command.

She doesn’t hesitate to do so.

I bury myself in her wet pussy, licking and slurping her juices. She grips my head, probably so she doesn’t fall over, but hopefully because of the pleasure.

I find her swollen clit and twirl my tongue around it in quick motions before just as quickly using my tongue to make sweeping motions over it. Teasing her and making her tense. She groans, and I can feel her right leg begin to shake. I hold her in place. “Relax against the glass. It won’t break.”

She leans back, and I push my tongue inside of her. She tastes like heaven, a perfect musky tart taste.

She rolls her hips as I dip my tongue in and out of her. I keep this up until her hips are rocking back and forth, and I sense she’s ready.

I slide her leg off my shoulder and get back to my feet. Her hands instantly fly to my pants, and she rubs my rock-hard cock through the fabric before she looks up at me and undoes the pants, letting them fall to the floor.

She kisses me. “My turn.”

I watch as she kisses down my tattooed chest, down my hard belly. She pulls my briefs down, and my dick springs up in front of her like a jack in the box.

She wraps her petite hand around it, and it looks monstrous in size compared.

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