Page 21 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

When I do open my eyes to look at him his eyes are dark chocolate pools of warmth—and desire.

My heart begins to beat faster, harder. The rhythmic thunder of my blood pulsing in my veins is making me lean towards him. I shouldnotbe leaning towards him. This was not my plan. I was going to—

What was I going to do?

“I don’t want you to be upset about any of this, Raisa. I promise you I will take care of you. I will protect you through all of this. You are my wife now.”

His reassuring tone and gentle touch is confusing me. My mind is screaming no—telling me to be angry and push him away—but my body is doing the complete opposite.

I can’t help it, the way I am tilting my head back, lifting my lips towards his. I can’t help the way my skin is alive and begging for him to touch me, I can’t stop myself.—

He leans down and his lips are against mine. Electricity bolts through me as his hands slip beneath my top, running over my naked skin.

I’m so nervous, but everything feels right.

I gasp against his kiss and he lifts me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and the kiss becomes more passionate, deeper, harder.

Warnings fire in the back of my mind. Stop. You shouldn’t do this. This isn’t what you want.

But right now, it’s all I want—so I shove those thoughts aside.

A deep moan rumbles through his chest as he walks to the side of the bed, and stands me on the mattress.

My hands are shaking.

I am taller than him now as I look down at him. He slides both hands over my waist as he pushes my top up and over my head. His lips play over my exposed nipples and I moan softly, running my fingers through his hair and hoping that he can’t notice how nervous I am.

“You are a goddess,” he growls, grabbing the buttons of my jeans and tugging them open, sliding them off my legs.

I kick them away. Heat is building in my body it feels as though it is vibrating between my legs. A sensation I’ve feltbefore, but never this intense. Never with this much desire and urgency.

I grab his shirt and without unbuttoning it, I pull it over his head.

I take in the sight of him, shirtless, sculpted perfection. The tattoo across his collarbone is much bigger than I expected it to be. I reach up and touch it, sliding my fingers over the black in, etched in abstract patterns that curve to the shape of his body, complimenting the muscles and tendons that ripple beneath it.

He pulls his pants open and my eyes lock onto his cock.

It’s massive. Thick veins running up the shaft.

Suddenly, I’m shaking even more. The nervous thread tugging at my thoughts has grown tighter.

I want this.

But I’ve never done it before.

I’ve never even seen a fully naked man—so—ready.

He pushes me backwards onto the bed and I want to tell him. I want to say something so that he knows. But I’m embarrassed.

What will he think when he finds out I’m a virgin?

He lies down over me, his body pinning me down and his hand caressing my face.

His cock is rock hard and throbbing between my legs. He rocks against me and his cock rubs over my pussy. Oh my word. It feels so good. My body is begging me to just let him take me. To let him do whatever he wants with me.

Fuck. I want this so badly.

But—I have to tell him.

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