Page 53 of Accidentally Knocked Up By the Bratva

My hands roam over the smooth expanse of her back as she loops her arms around my neck. Our lips meet again, hungrier this time. Her tongue dances with mine, teasing and exploring. I groan, overcome by the taste of her.

"I've wanted this for so long," I confess between heated kisses.

Zara pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. "Then take me," she whispers.

Her words send a jolt of electricity through me. I tighten my grip on her, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me. With a growl, I slam Zara against the wall, pressing our bodies tighter together. Her gasp of surprise quickly turns into a moan as I capture her lips in a hungry kiss. My hands roam over her flushed skin, igniting every nerve ending.

"God, you drive me wild," I breathe against her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear.

Zara arches into me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

I trail kisses down her throat, savoring the way she trembles beneath my touch. My hands explore the curves of her body, squeezing and pinching, marking her as my own. Her skin is so soft, so perfect. My cock groans to come free, and I thrust into her panties, giving her a little dry taste of what’s to come.

She moans, tightening her legs around my waist, circling against my erection, feeling it hard.

I can feel her heart racing, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. The heat between us is palpable, electric.

Zara lets out a soft moan, her body responding to my moves. I feel her growing wet with anticipation, her hips rocking subtly against mine. The realization sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

"You're so responsive," I murmur, trailing my fingers along her inner thigh. "So perfect."

She shivers, her breath coming in short gasps. “Bedroom, now,” she commands.

I don't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, I carry her toward mine, our lips glued together. Not wanting to waste time, I kick the door shut behind me.

I cross the room in three long strides and slam her onto the bed. Her tits bounce enticingly in her bra, and I can't tear my eyes away. The hunger I feel for her is primal, all-consuming.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I breathe, drinking in the sight of her. The sight of her near naked, all flushed, is my undoing.

“Part your legs,” I command, and she opens them coyly.

I glide my fingers up her thighs, my touch as light as a feather, until I find the delicate lace of her panties. I rip them down without hesitation. Zara gasps and lifts her hips slightly off the bed.

I lower my head, my lips finding their way to her wetness. The first taste of her is like a revelation—all citrus and rich—and I groan against her sensitive flesh. My tongue explores, teasing, circling, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.

I dig my nails into her thighs to part them further, and she presses herself down into the bed, tugging at the sheets. I look up to find her eyes closed, her mouth parted with want.

I grin and slide a finger into her, and hear her soft moans vibrate in the room. Her body seizes around my finger, and I can tell she’s desperate.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard, Zara," I whisper, my voice low and husky. She looks at me, her eyes glistening in the dim light, and I know that she wants this just as much as I do.

I focus on pleasuring her, using my fingers to stimulate her clit while my tongue dances over her clit.

I feel her body tense, her hips bucking against me. "That's it," I murmur, "cum for me."

Zara's fingers tangle in my hair, her loud moans filling the room. Suddenly, she gasps and arches her back, tugging at my hair, her release crashing over her, taking me along for the ride. I growl against her core, my tongue relentless as she convulses around me.

Finally, she collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving. "Oh, God," she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I crawl up the bed, running my fingers down her sweat-soaked spine. "You're mine now, Zara," I whisper in her ear.

She turns to look at me, her brown eyes luminous. "And you're mine, Abram."

A shiver runs down my spine, and I lean in, kissing her softly. Her tongue meets mine, and she tastes herself on me.

Her hands fumble with my pants, and I help her, desperate to be inside her. Her touch is tentative but eager as she frees me from my jeans, her eyes darkening with need.

And then, she reaches for my shoulders and pushes me down on my back. I can barely register what she’s doing when she’s suddenly between my legs, my cock in her hand.

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