Page 26 of Stolen By the Bratva King

I’m straddling him as his hands wander. My own hands have a mind of their own as they inch under David’s’ shirt and slide up his back. His muscles flex and coil and strain, goosebumps prickling on his skin in response to my soft featherlike fingertips brushing against his rough, tight skin.

I lift his shirt over his head and my eyes feast on him, my mouth hungry, my tongue tangling with his as we kiss.

Each kiss is more urgent than the last. My hands are desperate, my nails raking down his back, rubbing across his stomach.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” David murmurs as he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it in the empty chair that I was just sitting in. He pauses a moment. “Is this okay?”

I nod, my heart pounding in rhythm with the aching pulse between my legs. “It’s okay,” I say, and I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. I should say no, but it’s already too late. My desperate need for David’s body has taken over me, and there’s no going back.

Our mouths fuse again, and I whimper with desire as his hands find my breasts and palms them through my bra.

He eyes me, that claiming, possessive energy in his movements and his expression, but also a tenderness to his touch that makes me melt in his embrace. His fingers slide my bra straps down my arms, but he waits for permission to tug it off completely. He must be reluctant after the last few times I turned him down, not wanting to be pushed away again.

But disappointing him would be disappointing myself, and I’m not going to do that. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

“I want to see you,” he groans. “Allof you.”

He reaches around my back and unlatches my bra, and it falls into my lap. David tosses it away, his eyes devouring the sight of me without a shirt on. My nipples harden under his gaze.

I’m hot and my ears are ringing and I’m lightheaded, swimming through my growing desire. Every nerve ending in my body tingles with lust. The same longing is glazing in David’s eyes as he stares at my naked breasts.

He kisses me again, a desperate groan escaping from his lips. I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth, and he smiles against my mouth.

I pull away, teasing him. He yanks me closer and kisses me harder. Then he jerks away, teasingme. I pout, and whine for him to keep touching and kissing me. He does as I ask, a man enthralled with lust and longing.

I clutch the back of his head as he presses his face to my breasts, pulling a hard nipple into his mouth. When he begins to suck, I arch my back again and softly moan, wondering to myself how I let it go this far, but I’m in too deep to turn back now. I crave him. I need him. If he stops, I might die.

There’s nothing more to do but surrender to the pleasure, and as David’s hands caress my inner thighs, I get lost in the moment, forgetting my surroundings as the world bleeds out of focus like watercolors coming alive on a blank canvas.

11

Hazel

“You’re so beautiful, it’s unreal” David groans against my naked breasts as my fingers grip my tightly. “So soft, like an angel.”

I’m breathing fast and hard, my skin warm, my heart in a frenzy inside my chest.

“I need you,” he mutters, but it’s almost frantic. His eyes are commanding as they reach mine, and I know he’s not used to being denied what he wants for this long.

I press my palms to either side of his jaw and lean in to lock my lips with his again. “Have me, then.” I give him permission by taking his hand and moving it across my stomach.

His eyes flare with possessive lust. His kisses are urgent, needful, and fierce. I let out a whisper of pleasure against his mouth, tingles flushing underneath my skin in every place he touches.

I love the attention, I crave it. David’s hungry mouth glides down my neck, trailing to my collarbone and inching down my arm.

I release a sigh. David’s hands cup my waist, and he holds me steady, sliding me off his lap.

“What are you doing?” I gaze at him with a slight pout as he plants me back in my own seat.

His expression is dark, jaw chiseled, gray eyes storms of desire. Without a word, he gets on his knees in front of me and his hands meander up my legs.

His fingertips gently graze across my inner thighs, fanning up and coming to a stop around my hips. The starving expression on his face never wavers.

His hand reaches between my legs, and I involuntarily exhale and lean back in my seat, every muscle in my body relaxing to his smooth caressing fingers.

David starts rubbing my clit through the fabric of my panties. I can barely breathe through the pleasure. The scorching tenderness of his touch completely engulfs me.

“You’re so wet,” he says with a pleased glaze scrolling over his gray eyes. “That’s so hot.”

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