Page 65 of Accidentally Knocked Up By the Bratva

I can't hold back any longer. I pull her into my arms, one hand cradling the back of her head as I claim her lips in a sweet, hot kiss. She melts against me, her body molding to mine as if we were two halves of a whole, finally reunited.

The taste of her, the feel of her soft curves pressed against me, ignites a fire in my blood. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring the sweet recesses of her mouth. Zara responds with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me close.

When we finally break apart, both gasping for air, I rest my forehead against hers. "I love you," I say, my voice rough with emotion. "More than anything in this world."

Zara's eyes, dark with desire, meet mine. "Show me," she whispers.

My hands roam Zara's body, fingers tracing the curves I've memorized but never tire of exploring. With trembling hands, I unzip her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She shivers, goosebumps rising on her exposed skin.

"Cold?" I ask, my voice husky with desire.

Zara shakes her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "No…"

I growl low in my throat, the sound more animal than human. Her deft fingers find my shirt, and she clutches the lapel as I unbutton the ones at the bottom, which she forgot about in her frenzy. My shirt joins her dress on the floor, followed quickly by my belt and trousers.

I step back for a second. She steps toward me, but I step back again. She frowns, curious.

“I want toseeyou,” I explain, and slowly circle her. She stands there, her hands clutched together in front of her, and I marvel at her, the finest creation in the museum. Her legs are long, her thighs strong and firm. Her ass curves outward in a perfect wave, as though a sculptor chiseled it out himself, and the creaminess of her breasts is a beautiful composition against the pale pink of her bra.

I step closer from behind, wrapping my arms around her stomach, leaning into her shoulder. “You’re magnificent,” I whisper in her ear. I watch the hair on her back turn into little goosebumps, her breath coming out in short, ragged motions.

And then, I lift her up in my arms, taking her by surprise. She giggles as I lead her to a plush carpet, our bodies intertwining as naturally as breathing.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, drinking in the sight of her. My fingers trail along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. "Every inch of you is perfect."

Zara arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Abram, please…"

I trace the curve of her hip, marveling at the softness of her skin. "You just agreed to marry me, Darling. I want to savor this moment."

My touch is gentle yet reverent. This, right here, is becoming a core memory I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. I lean over her, place my arms on the carpet on either side of her face, and bend down to kiss her slowly. Then, I inch my lips downward, a small nip on her neck that makes her jolt, a small lick along the curve of her breast that makes her moan, a small blow of air on her naval that makes her writhe, until at last, I’m at the elastic of her panties.

I position my fingers and thumb through the band, gliding down her panties at a painstakingly slow pace. She lifts her hips in the air, ushering me to hurry, but I take my own sweet spot.

“God damn, Abram,” she chides, biting her lower lip. “You’re torturing me…”

“Good,” I laugh, and finally have the panties removed.

I trail kisses along the inside of her thighs, feeling her shiver under me as I make my way to her apex. My fingers trace delicate patterns on her inner thighs, grazing the soft skin. Her hips buck slightly, arching toward my touch.

"Abram," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion and desire. "Please."

I smile against her soft skin, my fingers finally gliding upward, parting the folds that are slick with her desire. I look up. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she watches me consume her with my gaze.

Her skin is warm under my fingertips, silken and smooth like heated satin. I slowly enter her, feeling the tightness give way as she takes me in. Her eyes never leave mine; her breath hitches as I fill her up. "Abram," she moans, her hands clutching at the carpet beneath her.

I lean down, taking my tongue to the landing of her pussy. I glide my tongue along her slit, my fingers still in, until I reach her clit. Then, in small, firm circles, I dab at her clit, over and over again, all the while my finger makes figure eights inside her.

I feel the muscles of her pussy clench and release, as she finds the right spot for my fingers. I curve my fingers a little, and suddenly, her hips buck, her hands reach for my hair.

“Right there,” she mewls. “Right there, please…”

I don’t move an inch, my tongue tapping her pleasure point rapidly, my fingers curved just right as I hit north of her vaginal walls.

I can feel her climax build; her breath hitches, and her body tenses under mine. Her hips buck wildly as she cries out, "Yes! Yes!"

I don't stop until I feel her shudder beneath me. Until I feel her come undone completely, until she's breathless and spent. Only then do I pull away, a small smile playing on my lips as I kneel above her.

"You are even more beautiful when you come," I murmur, brushing a lock of hair from her face. She looks at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and full of love.

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