Page 69 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

Damien’s gaze lingered on me before his eyes closed to soak in the light affection. He hummed his appeasement before looking at me again, letting a new wave of desire glean through.

“In that case…” he began, reaching for my bare hips as he pulled me fully on top of him, letting my legs rest on either side of his. A grin slid across his face all the while his palms slowly moved up and down my body, ghosting over my hips and lower back before giving my ass a playful squeeze, pulling a breathless sound from me. “…I won’t mind if you look a little longer.”

At the rush of sensations through me between the subtle friction of our bodies pressed together and the suggestiveness of his grasp, my skin warmed as I eased into him and ran my fingers through his hair. “You’re a tease.”

“A tease?” he echoed almost incredulously as if I accused him of something wholly untrue. Amusement gleamed in his eyes as he continued to touch me reverently. “You think I’m a tease?”

Holding back my urge to laugh, I nodded. “I do.”

“I don’t suppose a tease would be willing to offer you a hand…would they?” he asked, looking far too satisfied with himself as he lowered his hand even further, reaching around and slowly rubbing a finger against my heat from behind.

The contact made me shiver immediately, eyes fluttering shut as a moan slipped past my lips.

A pleased sound reverberated in Damien’s chest at that, and he continued, adding a bit more pressure as he deliberately stroked the smooth, sensitive skin there. He took his time at first, sliding through my arousal before slipping his middle finger inside.

My breath hitched at once, and my eyes fluttered shut as my skin warmed all over again. “God…”

He gave a low chuckle, satisfied with himself as he carefully pumped two fingers inside me and used his other hand to pull my hips closer, allowing himself the room to push even deeper inside me.

I moaned, bracing myself for the small but addictive wave after wave of pleasure those two fingers offered me.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing those sounds,” he hummed, tilting my chin up with his spare hand before capturing my lips with his.

Melting into the embrace despite the tension in my lower half from the pleasure he pumped into me, I kissed him back greedily, wasting no time getting lost in it all.

It always happened so easily. Damien had a power over me that caused me to let go and give in, left to soak in how incredible his ministrations were.

Bracing myself on his chest with one hand, I brought the other up to run through his hair while our mouths moved together more urgently than before. He groaned, steadily increasing the speed of his fingers.

Feeling like I was slowly going insane, unable to hold back, I lifted my hips and slid my body against his, making his breath catch to the point of him stilling his digits inside me. The kiss broke, and our eyes met.

With our gaze locked, there was no missing that mutual desire between us, and that was all it took.

Breathless panting filled the bedroom as we wordlessly shifted our positions until I was straddling his hips completely, keeping my hand on his chest while he gripped my hips, wasting no time lining our bodies up.

With Damien, it was nearly impossible to wait or take things slow. The moment we found ourselves in the same headspace, there was no stopping us.

A moan poured from my lips as he guided my hips down, and I steadily lowered myself onto his aching length.

Simultaneously, our breath caught, taking in how the rush of sensations from the initial connection always felt so intoxicating. A shiver seemed to move through me and into Damien while we got used to the feeling, aware that the brief pause wouldn’t last long.

Damien cursed under his breath and tipped his head back, hands gliding between my thighs and hips. “You look incredible up there…right where you belong.”

With the faintest flicker of satisfaction on my lips, I braced myself and started to move above him, lifting my hips up and down at a slow pace.

His features tightened and his fingers tightened against my skin, resisting the urge to guide me more forcefully as he bit back his own sounds of pleasure.

Humming, pleased by the way it affected him right away, I leaned forward and picked up the pace, keeping our bodies close while he held me.

Our moans melded as I tucked my face into the crook of his neck, feeling the heat move through my body with every addicting rush of bliss every time my hips came back down again. My fingers ran through his hair, making him pant harder.

“Shit…” Damien muttered, biting back a groan as he gripped my hips and pulled me onto him, seemingly losing his patience.

A louder moan came from me at that, getting lost in the sensations all the while he guided me, overwhelming us both with uninterrupted euphoria.

The longer it went on, the more desperate we became while we chased after that mutual high. Searching for it in each other, we gripped flesh, moved our bodies together, and let go of those wanton, breathless sounds.

Lifting his thighs slightly, Damien bucked his hips into me, building a relentless pace that made my eyes roll back and the moans slip from my lips at a persistent rate. It took everything in me to hold on, using my hand against his chest to keep me upright while he thrusted again and again.

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