Page 70 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

When he was gone, I was left alone with my wife once more, and I stretched out on the bed next to her, pulling her into my arms as gently as I could.

“Get some rest, sweetheart. I need you healthy—and fast.”

“Oh?” She regarded me, her mouth tilting into a soft smile.

“Damn straight. As much as I like Lev’s, it’s not the house. Getting you back home and in our bed is my top priority.”

She hummed gently, closing her eyes. “Hmm, I like that. Being your main concern. I’m definitely going to milk that for all it’s worth.”

“You do that, love. You do that.”

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We’d finally been allowed to go home, and as promised, the first thing I did for Adley when I got her upstairs to our room was run her a bath.

She had to be careful with the bandages and still wasn’t cleared forvigorousphysical activity. Still, Parker seemed to know exactly what my actual plans were, and she’d instructed me very sternly to make sure Adley didn’t hurt herself because I was desperate to have her.

As long as I can taste her again, feel her around me, I’ll be more than satisfied.

With Adley comfortable in the bath, I grabbed the old-fashioned sponge from the ledge and dipped it into the warm water. I ran the rough, tan surface over Adley’s arms and legs, soaking it over and over again in the hot water.

“Goddamn, Ivan. That feels incredible. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

She turned, laying her forehead on the small towel hanging on the ledge and sitting cross-legged in the bath. The low light gleamed against the droplets that ran down her back, and my chest squeezed.

The vulnerability we’d both shown in the past few days had me reeling in ways I’d been unprepared for. Still, I wouldn’t change it, and Adley—naked and under my care—had my heart swelling.

The ache for her was beyond intense; the sensation felt like I could die without her still ringing in my brain even now that I knew she was safe. My rational mind balked at how strong the feelings were, but I was learning to let go of my usual distancing reflex.

Life had always been a strange tumble of events. There was never a way to predict how or when something would start—or end.

Adley adjusted in the tub, sitting up with a gentle smile. The water trickled down her skin, the sight going straight to my cock.

“Happy to be home?”

She grinned, her lips finding mine as she leaned over the ledge. Her soft, full lips—the ones I’d been obsessed with the moment I saw her—felt like heaven against my skin, and I could still feel the fear of losing her too real in my veins.

I needed to feel her, to remember that she was safe.

That she was mine.

Slipping my tongue past the seam of her lips, I massaged Adley’s, and she pulled me closer, wrapping her wet arms around my neck. I gripped the roots of her long blonde hair, which had been piled on top of her head, and our kiss became a frenzy—a dance of mutual desperation to lose ourselves in each other.

Sitting back only slightly, Adley looked up at me. “Get in here.”

Chapter 27 - Adley

Ivan didn’t hesitate, pulling off his shirt and reaching for the buttons on his pants. In a flash, he was stripped down to nothing, tossing his clothes to the floor in a heap. I reached for his chest, gliding my wet hands over his skin.

I was so hungry to feel him, to get him inside me. I knew I had to take it a bit easier, but if I didn’t feel Ivan sinking deep into my core, I was going to lose it. He stepped into the large tub easily, pulling me onto his lap.

My legs draped behind his as we sat in the middle of the bath, and I took Ivan’s face in both hands.

“I don’t understand how we got here, really. How you found me in that bar and swooped in like some knight in shining, stolen armor. But you did.”

As I stared into Ivan’s eyes, I ran my hands down his arms. He felt solid and alive beneath my fingertips, and my pussy was already squeezing at the thought of him sheathing himself up to the hilt.

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