Page 10 of The Bratva King's Kidnapped Bride

And giving everything.

“Aleks,” I said, just to say it, just to hear it. This was real, not a dream. The fact that it could only ever be this one time made me want it to last forever, but my body was urging me on and making me impatient.

I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and pulled myself up so our bodies collided. His hard length rubbed against my middle, and my breasts were crushed against his muscular chest. When his fingers edged their way under my panties again, I felt a surge of desire that should have knocked me out. He delved deeper, and I moaned.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Let me know everything you like.”

“I like that a lot,” I gasped.

I hadn’t noticed he’d carefully moved backward through the living area and down a wide hallway. His back rested against a closed door, and he looked down at me with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

“Are you very sure?”

He knew I was. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, and my body practically writhed against his. I nodded, and he slid his hands up my sides to cup my face. The hunger was tinged with tenderness as he kissed me until I quaked.

“Tell me,” he said, pulling back to capture me with his blue, blue eyes.

“Very, very, sure. I want this so much, Aleks,” I told him, forcing past the blush that was trying to rise as I matched his intense gaze. “I want you,” I whispered.

He lifted me around the waist and carried me into a huge bedroom, decorated in masculine steel blues and grays. The bed was like a cloud when he lowered me onto it, reaching to snap on a bedside lamp that washed us in a warm glow.

Grinning at me in the small pool of light, he said, “I want to see every inch of you.”

He began pulling the straps of my club dress down my arms, easing the stretchy fabric over my breasts to reveal my strapless black bra. I would have given a Genie my life for it to be fancier, sexier, and not so plain and practical, but he licked his lips as he traced the tops of the rounded cups, not seeming to care I wasn’t decked out in Victoria Secret’s finest.

“I want to taste every inch of you, too,” he told me.

Goosebumps erupted all over, and his voracious smile grew wider as he popped open the front clasp, and my breasts were freed to his mouth. My head fell back on the mass of pillows, every sense taken over by the feel of his tongue tracing my nipple. My hands flew to his hair, twisting the strands. A long moan escaped me.

He chuckled, continuing to pull my dress down my hips, pausing to place kisses here and there. He laid his palm across my stomach and growled low in his throat. I would have given anything to know what he was thinking but couldn’t find my voice, too lost in all the new and wonderful sensations.

This was Aleks Fokin touching me, kissing me, and making feral noises as he explored my body. The man I used to pine for and be frozen in his presence when I was a young teen, was actually undressing me. The whole time making me believe I was a goddess, something I’d have never thought possible.

Finally, he lowered the dress to reveal my black thong, and I had to look. His chin rested against my hip, and he raised his eyebrows at me. My hands tightened in his hair as my eyes widened.

“I’m going to taste you everywhere, Katie.”

All I could do was nod. He pushed my legs wide apart and settled between them, never dropping his eyes from mine. He pushed himself further down, his hands settling on the tops of my thighs, pinning me to the bed. I held my breath and closed my eyes.

With another low chuckle, he swiped his tongue across my most sensitive parts, and my hips flew upward or tried. He held me tight and delved deeper with his tongue, lapping at me and driving me out of my mind.

I barely noticed the noises I was making until he found the spot. With his tongue flat, he pushed on the tender nub, and my soft noises became something like a shriek.

“Oh my God,” I said. My hands were clenched so tightly I had to force them to relax, not wanting to tear out his gorgeous hair in huge chunks.

He paused, and I gripped again, needing more. So much more.

“I take it no man has licked your sweet pussy before?” he asked. “I’m the first to taste you here?”

He licked me again, a quick swipe that sent my hips rising to meet his mouth. “Yes,” I gasped. “You’re the first. I never knew…”

“Just wait,” he promised, and went back to work with a vengeance.

Oh, did he keep that promise. Soon, I was lost to anything but the way he was driving me to the brink of absolute madness, but in a way, I never wanted to return. I couldn’t think, or speak and could barely find breath to moan. And then… Holy cow. Mother of everything. It got even better.

I screamed. Actually, I screamed as I clawed at his shoulders and hair, pushing him on and, at the same time, trying to get him to stop, because it was way too much. And at the same time exactly perfect and not enough. He kept going, driving me past what I thought I could handle, until the dam burst.

Was this an orgasm? Because it was freaking amazing.

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