Page 47 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

My body felt like it was on fire as he gave me that unbridled attention, just as eager all the while he explored my body on the couch.

“God…” he muttered against my skin in between leaving hot open-mouthed kisses against my collarbone and nipping wherever he could, his voice sounding raspier than usual. “You don’t know what you do to me…”

My breath came out labored as I felt his fingers gliding down my stomach and over my thigh, giving me a soft squeeze. Already, my mind was in a complete haze, my body compliant to him and his every touch.

“The thought of you carrying my baby…letting everyone know that we created this life together. It’s too much…” Damien murmured before kissing down my chest, pausing to leave his love bites that grew needier and more intense with every passing moment. “I don’t think you understand how much that turns me on.”

I shivered at his words, getting a good idea of just how it seemed to affect him, given how much attention he was flooding me with.

A whimper left my lips the moment his tongue swiped against my nipple, causing my back to arch instinctively. Unable to hold back, my fingers went straight to his hair, running up the nape of his neck and through the shorter strands.

Letting go of a low, satisfied sound, a faint shiver moved through Damien all the while he latched onto my breast and seemed to only grow hungrier—desperate for more and more.

He was like a starving man all the while he gave and gave, sending jolts of pleasure through my whole body.

My breathless sounds filled the space all the while he continued, giving me a final lap of his tongue before kissing down my stomach.

I was already trembling by the time he reached my inner thighs, fitting himself perfectly between them. But the moment I looked down at him, meeting his gaze while he wore a satisfied smirk, I almost couldn’t handle it.

“Just relax…” Damien murmured, placing his hands beneath my thighs while he placed soft kisses against my skin. He handled me with such a tender yet controlled desire, restrained to focus on me and my pleasure. “…I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

Shivering, my head tipped back the moment he slid his tongue up the length of my heat, groaning faintly as he tasted me. A gasped moan escaped me, and my thighs caged around his head instinctively.

He chuckled lowly against me, gripping my thighs a bit tighter as he loosened them from against his cheeks. “Easy…at least let me make you finish before you try crushing me with these thighs.”

I whimpered as he continued, pressing a teasing kiss against my clit before using his tongue again.

Damien stroked my thighs with his thumbs all the while he committed himself to my bliss, devouring me without a single complaint…without a single indication that he’d rather do anything else.

I had half the mind to think he liked it just as much as I did all the while he caused me to moan louder, back arching into his ministrations.

My mind went blank while he feasted, lapping his tongue against me like he just couldn’t get enough. Panting and moaning through it, my fingers slipped into his hair, and with each one of those overwhelming strokes, my grip on him tightened.

Damien groaned against me, using his lips and tongue to push me closer to the edge with ease, hands greedily gripping me. From the way he was moving and giving it his all, letting go of those pleased, reverent sounds, I knew he was beginning to lose himself in it.

Before long, he had my thighs shaking with desperation, body arched up from the couch while I tugged on his strands, moaning just how much I was enjoying it.

But before I could reach the finish line, that attention suddenly stopped, and a twinge of irritation moved through me.

However, the sight of Damien pulling back with an unmistakable longing in his eyes was enough to make me shiver.

He wiped his mouth and moved into the crease of the sofa, tucking himself behind me once he pulled my back against his front, arm draped around my midsection as he looked down at me.

Taking me in, Damien gently took my jaw in his left hand and guided me into a drawn-out, burning kiss that made my entire body melt. At the same time, he reached up with his opposite hand and kneaded my breast with a greater sense of urgency.

I moaned and became almost boneless in his hold, not showing even an ounce of resistance, allowing him to take the lead completely. His attention felt so good that I didn’t want to have to think. I just wanted to get lost in it…and that was exactly what I did.

“You’re already so beautiful,” Damien whispered against my lips as his thumb flicked over my nipple, causing it to harden in his grasp, much to his delight. Humming with a grin teasingly close to my mouth, he reached down and took my thighs in his hands, shifting them back to where he wanted them to line us up. “But while big and full, growing my child inside you…you’ll look ethereal.”

Another shiver moved through me the second he adjusted my thigh and pushed inside me. My eyes shut and my breath hitched, just feeling as I accommodated him with that addictive stretch I couldn’t get enough of.

Damien hummed, holding back a strained sound as he filled me completely, surprisingly restrained despite the obvious need moving through him. Slowly, almost teasingly, he started to thrust, more so rolling his hips into mine.

Everything about it was overwhelming. Those slow yet deep strokes, both tender and demanding, triggered every nerve-ending within me. That rush of sensations almost closed around my throat, making it impossible to breathe.

Panting quietly, focusing on the sinful pleasure he slowly edged into me, I tipped my head back and moaned, reaching around behind him to run my fingers through his hair again.

A growl-like sound reverberated within Damien’s chest as he sank deeper inside me, grunting from the influx of bliss it brought us both. He continued that rhythmic pace, letting thesound of our heightened breath and the coming together of our arousals fill the otherwise quiet room.

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