Page 22 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

Chapter 10 - Sky

I wanted to still be mad at him. I wanted to lose my mind on him and convince myself to hate him for how persistent and smug he was.

But with his lips on mine and his hold on me tightening, nearly searing against my skin, I couldn’t find it in me. All that resistance and fight ebbed away, along with the pointless anger.

After finally having my curiosities about what he felt like fulfilled, I didn’t want to pull away, and I definitely didn’t want it to end. Not while his touch sent sparks through me and seemed to awaken all of my senses at once.

Damien’s addictive scent surrounded me while he held me against the desk, fingers brushing against the material of my blouse, slowly teasing it out from where I had it tucked into my skirt. I didn’t make a single move to stop him…not when I just wanted it off at the moment.

Giving in and pulling the material out, starting to unbutton it myself, I heard and felt the low sound that escaped him—the raw satisfaction that came from me, beginning what we both needed and craved.

Growing impatient, Damien took over the task himself, hands brushing over mine while he grabbed the buttons and roughly undid them. It sent a thrill down my spine, and I panted out breathlessly the moment he broke the kiss to leave a trail of scorching kisses down my neck.

My breath hitched the moment he got it undone and gripped my hips again, pressing himself against me with a sense of need and urgency. I didn’t miss how he seemed to bite back what bordered on a growl all the while he maintained as much precarious restraint as he could.

His lips were hot on me while he left open-mouthed kisses down the length of my neck, stopping at my pulse point to pull the skin between his teeth, coaxing a breathless moan from me.

Seemingly losing himself in his ministrations, Damien’s hands gripped me a touch harder, fingers brushing beneath the material of my skirt to slowly hike it up.

He did it painfully slowly like he was holding back.

Something about that irritated me.

Despite how intensely he had kissed me, and the clear desire he had for me, he was resisting to some extent. Not allowing himself to give in like I wanted him to.

After nipping at my collarbone, he lifted his head again and hovered his lips above mine. His eyes were dark and brimming with lust, and despite his eagerness, he looked down at me in a daze, almost like he was intoxicated.

“You’re too much…” he murmured, hands stiff against my hips beneath my skirt while his thumbs slowly rubbed against the lace of my panties. “You shouldn’t feel this good.”

Holding his gaze and feeling my own impatience flaring, I edged a bit closer on the desk to press us together again and put my hands against his waist. I slid them beneath the soft fabric of his shirt and immediately felt the smooth yet hard expanse of his muscles beneath. It only made me want him more.

“Don’t stop…”

Damien’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch, leaning slightly closer to me. The evident bulge in his trousers twitched against me, betraying his fraying resistance. A shudder moved through his body once my fingers slowly glided up his abdomen, and he let go of a tense breath.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, managing to get the words through his clenched jaw. “If you keep going, I won’t be able to hold back…”

Seeing the unfettered, raw desire in his eyes, regardless of how much he was trying to hold it back only made me want him more. The press of his body against me and his hands on my thighs and hips weren’t enough.

“I’m sure,” I returned, maintaining that eye contact so that he knew I meant it. The hem of his black shirt slowly moved up his body all the while I glided my hands up. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

Damien’s self-control slipped further as he sighed and relaxed his shoulders before reaching for the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. The moment it was off and his chest was bare, he returned his hands to my body and swallowed roughly. “I need you to mean that…once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

I knew he was trying to give me as much room as possible to decide, but I didn’t need to. The decision was made the moment he kissed me.

Drinking him in, palms ghosting down the front of his body, I was practically vibrating with how badly I needed him.

Eyes set on him, I let my fingers drag over his toned abs. “I want it. I want you…”

In real-time, I watched as something shifted in his eyes, like he was finally unable to hold back. As if the final thread of his patience snapped, and he knew my consent was completely there.

“Damn it, Sky…” he muttered, pressing himself against me again as he reached for my jaw and pulled me in for a rough kiss.

I groaned into the contact, feeling his tongue move across the seam of my lips in a silent request. Wasting no time, I parted them and felt the near-sinful embrace of his tongue against mine.

He deepened the kiss hungrily and pushed my skirt up further, hiking it up to my hips.

My skin felt like it was on fire each time he squeezed at my thighs like he couldn’t get enough, and I could feel myself slipping into that needy haze just like him.

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