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Zara responds instantly, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer as our tongues wage war like two soldiers waging for war.

The kiss deepens, growing more urgent, more desperate. My hands slide down to roam her body, feeling every curve. The sides of her breasts, the skin of her waist, the gentle softness around her stomach. When we break apart, gasping for air, Zara's fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt.

"Are you sure?" I ask, giving her one last chance to back out.

Her answer is to pull me in for another earth-shattering kiss. Groaning, I slide my hand under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"God, Zara," I breathe against her skin. "You're driving me crazy."

I can't resist sliding my other hand up her skirt, my fingers trailing along her inner thigh. She trembles in the wakeof my fingers. When I reach her panties, I pause, savoring the moment. Zara's breathing quickens, her eyes dark with desire.

"Please," she whimpers, and it's my undoing.

I twist the cotton around my fingers and part her panties, feeling how wet she is for me. My cock strains against my trousers, aching to be inside her. I want nothing more than to turn her around, slam her against the wall, and fuck her senseless right here.

But no. Not like this.

Instead, I slide my fingers inside her, watching her face as I do. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Look at me," I command softly, curling my fingers just so.

Her eyes snap open, locking with mine as I start to move my hand. She's so responsive, so perfect. I can't look away from her face, drinking in every expression of pleasure.

"Abram," she moans, her hips rocking against my hand. "Oh god, I'm—”

"That's it, Sweetheart," I encourage, increasing my pace. "Let go for me."

I reach for her neck, biting into it gently, while placing my thumb on her clit, massaging her softly while my finger thrums away inside her. She reaches for my back, her nails digging into my shirt.

“Fuck,” I moan into her neck and begin to pound her with my finger. She almost buckles down, and I wrap my other arm around her waist, holding her in place while my finger and thumb feel the softness of her pussy.

She clamps down on my finger, her legs trembling. She throws back her head, screaming my name. “Abram…”

She comes with a cry, her body shuddering against mine. I hold her close, working her through it until she slumps against me, panting.

After a moment, Zara's hand reaches for my belt buckle. "Your turn," she murmurs, her fatigue showing with every word.

It takes every ounce of willpower I possess, but I gently catch her wrist. "Not here," I tell her, my voice rough with desire. "Not like this. When I take you, it'll be in a bed where I can worship every inch of you properly."

The disappointment on her face is quickly replaced by anticipation. I press a final, heated kiss to her lips before stepping back.

"Consider this a preview," I say with a wink, leaving her wanting more.

Chapter 18 - Zara

The next morning, I make my way to the dining room. It being late, I expected to find myself alone, but stop in my tracks when I see Abram already seated on the table, buttering up some toast.

“Morning.” His eyes run across my body, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Morning,” I murmur, tucking my hair behind my ears, praying I look alright. Last night, he showed me his world, his business. He put a gun to a man, and still, I begged to fuck him. He refused.

Clearly, this whole Bratva thing is scary, but not enough to make me run.

He pulls up a chair for me beside him, and I take my place. He’s fresh out of the shower; I can smell it on the scent of chamomile and lavender he bathed in.

I blush, thinking of his chiseled chest, all naked.

He leans over, pouring me some coffee. "You know, Zara, there's still one thing I haven't shown you."

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