Page 30 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

In this quiet moment, I am just enjoying her.

A soft gasp.

Her lips part.

Her eyes flutter, and then her dreamy face is staring up at me.

“Clara?” I say softly.

“Mm,” she responds.

She can feel my cock against her. She doesn’t move away.

I expect her to shout or get angry, but she keeps staring up at me with those gorgeous caramel-brown eyes.

“Clara…" I don’t know what to say.

I lean a little closer to her and my lips brush over hers.

She still doesn’t move away.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and press my mouth against hers.

She kisses me.

Our lips are heated and smooth against each other's. I dip my tongue inside her mouth and the pull it out again. Tasting her. Feeling her.

Rocking my hips against her, my free hand is now running down her back as her breathing gets faster and deeper.

She moves against me, encouraging and teasing at the same time.

Her fingers are digging into my skin and soft, beautiful moans are falling from her lips into my mouth.

I don’t think I have ever been this turned on in my life.

I grab a handful of her long strawberry-blonde hair and pull her head back so I can trace kisses over her neck.

She wraps her legs tighter around my waist and rocks against me.

Then, our lips are locked again, and the tension is rising.

My body is becoming frantic to feel more of her. All of her.

Desperation is flooding my system as I grip her tighter, kissing harder.

“Wait,” she gasps, turning her head away and shutting her eyes. “Wait. I—I can’t do this—”

I pause, but it takes everything in me, a level of self-control that I did not know I had.

“Clara—"

“No,” she says, sounding angry now.

She pushes against my chest and starts trying to unwrap her legs and arms from mine. Rolling over to untwist our cuffed hands, she ducks under my arm and turns her back on me.

“Clara?” My throat is tight.

“Let mego,Alexei,”she says, pleading and desperate.

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