Page 23 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

Distracted by the rough, heated kiss all the while he explored my mouth, a shiver moved through me at the light brush of his finger against the front of my panties, feeling the dampness already there.

He hushed a low moan into my mouth at the contact, then added the slightest pressure and rubbed slow, tantalizing circles against me.

Eyes shut, I moaned into the kiss and felt a wave of pleasure move through my entire body, stoking more eagerness within me. My hips twitched involuntarily into the contact, seeking more of that addictive friction.

“Fuck…” Damien murmured against my lips once he broke the kiss and captured my lower lip between his teeth. At the same time, he slowly stroked me through the ever-dampening fabric, only causing me to soften and warm up further. “Already this worked up for me, hm?”

A moan slipped from me, growing needier under his attention. I swallow hard and nod, feeling hotter by the second.

He chuckled lowly and grinned, somewhat smug as he hooked a finger beneath the material and edged it aside before making direct contact with my heat. He hummed at the feeling.“If I had any say in it, I’d keep you like this all the time…soaked just for me.”

A deeper, more intense shiver moved through me at both his words and the uninterrupted sensations while he teased me, causing my breath to hitch and my eyes to close all over again.

“That’s it…” he said softly, nose brushing against mine. Growing a bit more demanding, he rubbed against me a few more times before slowly sinking a finger inside me. “Keep making those pretty noises for me.”

As my body stretched slightly, pleasure sparked through my system, and I couldn’t help but moan again.

Everything about the situation had me teetering on the edge of going insane with need and want…silently begging for more. Swathed in stifling heat and desperation, my jaw went slack, and I slowly rolled my hips against his palm, looking for an endless supply of bliss.

A quiet grunt came from Damien at my movements, and he began a slow, teasing pace of his finger inside me, eventually adding a second. “Jesus Christ…”

The rough edge of his voice gave away his deep-seated desire, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more for either of us to lose it completely.

“Please…” I murmured, feeling tense with need. “Don’t tease me.”

Another low sound came from his chest at that, and before I knew it, he was withdrawing his fingers as both a mercy and a torturous frustration. “You’re right…even I can’t handle it right now.”

His lips were on mine again in a moment’s notice, deep and commanding all the while he reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a growing sense of urgency. Once his buttonand zipper were undone next, he edged the material down roughly.

I moaned into the kiss, feeling like every sense of mine was strung out and in need of soothing. In need of release.

My breath hitched the second he pulled my hips closer and pressed himself against me, making me shudder at the delicious contact.

Damien paused then, pulling his lips away far enough for me to feel them brush against mine again while he looked down at me. “You’re absolutely sure about this?”

There wasn’t a shred of doubt within me. Feeling his hard length against me, so tantalizingly close to giving me what I wanted, I knew I’d be an idiot to refuse it.

“I’m sure…I am.”

A gleam of satisfaction moved through his eyes then, and he kept one hand on my thigh, angling it up slightly while the other gripped my chin. His unwavering gaze never left me.

“Look at me then. I want to see your face…” he uttered, lining himself up while he maintained that almost painful proximity between our lips. “…when I take you.”

Before I could do or say anything else, he pushed inside me, carefully entering me as he kept that sturdy hold on me.

My expression softened at the initial rush of pleasure, forcing my breath to catch in my throat before letting go of a weak, fractured moan. My eyes fluttered shut as my body stretched for him, greedily welcoming everything he had to give me.

Damien grunted as he sank into me, gripping me tighter and biting back his moans.

The moment he filled me, causing our panted breaths to mingle, he kissed me again, groaning into the kiss all the while he felt me surrounding him.

By then, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t process anything other than the staggering sensations that consumed me all at once. Instinctively, I gripped his back, holding him for support.

Groaning, he released his grip on my face and gripped both of my hips, focusing entirely on his movements all the while he drew back, then filled me all over again, causing his muscles to tighten through the strain.

With his slow and deliberate strokes, I couldn’t stop the moans from falling. Not while every second of that contact felt like pure bliss. It was so much, yet not enough all at once, and every part of me was pleading for more.

He made me feel greedy, but I didn’t care.

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