Page 35 of The Bratva King's Kidnapped Bride

Aleks groaned. “Don’t go falling in love with your guard.” He had a teasing tone but a serious face, and I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed.

“Impossible.” I kissed his mouth hard, trying to infuse all my feelings into it.

His hands slid up my sides, his thumbs brushing across my breasts. I went loose in his arms as he gently stroked, bringing my nipples to tight peaks. My head tipped back to let him kiss his way down my throat. The stars still shone above us, with the dark edges of the clouds staying parted to give us light. A soft breeze ruffled my hair, and Aleks tugged on it. He made his way to the edge of my top with his lips.

“This is new,” he said, unbuttoning the lacy blouse I had loved so much I wore it out of the store.

“I’m surprised you noticed,” I said, eager for him to get it off me.

“I notice everything about you, Katie.”

I wriggled on his lap, feeling him stiffening beneath me, awakening the desire that was always waiting when he was near. I wore jeans and they felt suffocating all of a sudden. Hanging tight to his shoulders, I scrambled to straddle him, my head falling forward as I ground my sensitive flesh against his hard bulge.

“This won’t do,” he said, popping the button on my jeans and sliding the zipper down. “No, not good enough.”

He stood with his hands firm on my waist, setting my feet on the concrete. A moment later, he had my jeans down to my ankles, and with an eager laugh, I stepped out of them and into his open arms. He fell backward onto the lounge chair and kissed me until I didn’t know up from down.

His hard cock pulsed against my belly and made me pull away from his teasing kisses to straddle him again. Only wearing my open blouse and panties, he looked down at me with a possessive gleam in his eyes that made me squirm.

“Touch me,” I begged.

His hands found my breasts, then eased their way down my sides before gripping my hips. He moved my body back and forth on his stiff shaft, driving both of us to the brink. With shaking hands, I got his suit pants open and shoved his boxer briefs down. I moaned as I wrapped my hand around the silky hot flesh, crying out when he eased his fingers under my panties.

While he played with me, he cupped my face in his free hand, tenderly stroking his tongue along my bottom lip until I was gasping against his mouth. He had my panties pushed to the side to sink his fingers into me.

I broke free from his kiss with a shudder, already so close to that bliss he was so good at giving me. “I don’t ever want this to end,” I said, eyes shut tight, my forehead pressed to his.

As soon as the words were out, I tried to bite them back. Desperation made my eyes fly open, trying to come up with a way to cover my foolish wish.

His deep blue eyes met mine, full of the same longing I felt before turning mischievous. “I’m not sure how long I can last, little girl. You know what you do to me. Forever is asking a lot.”

I relaxed. He thought I meant this, right now, lasting forever. I hadn’t accidentally given away my endgame. And with his fingers tangling in my hair to pull me close for another kiss, I stopped thinking about it altogether. The fact that every time we came together this way might be our last made it all the sweeter. And I had time. Lots of time. Never enough, but still months.

I ran my thumb back and forth across the dripping tip of his cock, my writhing movements growing faster and more impatient. I rose up on my knees, his hand following me, his fingers moving in slow circles around my tender nub. He dropped his hand from my cheek to my hip, guiding me onto his cock, standing straight and tall and ready for me.

And I was oh, so ready to sink my wet heat down around that stiff, hard rod.

“I love it when you ride me,” he said, mouth hot against my neck.

“I love all of it,” I said, speaking the truth with every fiber of my being. I longed to tell him I loved him, but we hadn’t gotten to that place yet. Maybe it was best if we never did. It didn’t stop my feelings, though.

He gently nipped my shoulder as I increased my speed. I laughed at the night sky and the clouds slowly moved together again, only a small swathe of stars still visible.

“Make me come before it rains,” I said.

He looked up from where our bodies slapped together, meeting my eyes. “It never rains this time of year. I’m going to make you come a thousand times before that happens.”

I shook my head, as if nature itself was communicating with me as Aleks consumed me, body and soul. I already knew him better than he realized, and I quickly figured out he didn’t trust me easily. His gift of freedom was also a gift of trust, and it meant more than being able to spend the days the way I wanted.

“It’s going to rain,” I said. “Hurry, so you can come inside me.”

He growled and gripped my hips. I was no longer in control as he moved me along with his hard thrusts.

“Will this be the night I put a baby in you?” he asked roughly.

I nodded, then shook my head, confused by the urgent desire his question raised in me. “Maybe, yes. Just… Aleks, I’m so close.”

A cool drop landed on my nose, and I smiled in triumph. Another drop hit Aleks’s forehead, and he moved his hand to slide between my thighs. The moment he found my clit, I forgot about the raindrops. I fell against his chest as he worked my body as expertly as if he’d drawn up the blueprint himself.

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