Page 39 of Claimed Bratva Virgin

And I was drawn into this absurd intimacy of the moment, my own senses heightened as I felt the heavy pressure of his fingertips, the harsh caress of his breath on me.

“Yes.”

Yes?

What the hell didyeshave to do with anything he’d said?

I’d lost it.

His finger moved harder inside me, faster, slapping against my clit and making me buck against his hand. My juices slipped between my thighs, soaking my panties and shorts, and an insane pressure built in my core.

My arousal was so heavy I could hear it smacking against him with every thrust of his hand inside me. I had to bite my tongue from begging.

I’d never begged for anything before. And I’d certainly not experienced a man touching me this way, like it was his life’s mission to please me.

I started to move against him myself, desperate to make sure he didn’t stop what he was doing. I held his shoulders like my life depended on it, and he slammed his hand deeper.

I cried out as the orgasm washed over me, collapsing my body weight on him as I rode out the waves with jerky movements of my hips while he pressed hot kisses all the way down my throat.

Then he pulled his hand out of me and brought his fingers to his lips to suck me off.

I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time at how overwhelmingly conscious that made me. Did he like it? Having me in his mouth, knowing the true taste of me...did he fucking like it?

“This is insane.”

He grunted his agreement, his eyes hazy with need. We both didn’t understand whatever this was, but we were hanging on, not quite ready to let go of each other.

“What’s more insane is how badly I’m aching to be buried inside you, sweetheart.”

That had to be the hottest thing I’d heard anyone say.

“I need to get out of this.” I tried to shimmy out of my shorts, and my hand slipped over the band clumsily.

“You should.” His hands latched on to help me. “I need unrestricted access to fuck you. At this rate, I doubt I’m going to last ten minutes.”

I didn’t want ten minutes. I wanted him, and I wanted him now, so bad my chest was aching, and my blood was boiling. I was burning up fast, and so was he.

My shorts pooled on my feet, around my ankles, and I stepped out of them while he readily dived in to take off my shirt.

Rafayel didn’t hesitate. His hands found the clasp behind my lacy bra, and his fingers made short work of them before he tossed them aside.

When he jerked back, his eyes grew darker than I thought them possible to, like turbulent storms, and my nipples peaked to hard pebbles under his gaze.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect. Come here.”

I walked to him, and he buried his face between my breasts, inhaling deeply as he cupped each mound in his big, strong hands and tugged on a nipple.

I bit down a moan when he kissed my chest and covered one of my breasts with his hot mouth.

“These tits.” His growl was animalistic, reverberating on my skin while he cupped one of my ass cheeks and squeezed like an angry bird. “These goddamn tits…fucking perfect,Leonya.”

While he sucked on my breast, one after the other, taking his time to nibble and graze on my tender flesh, more incoherent Russian compliments poured out of his mouth in a muffled spree, some darker and more profane than others.

And I wanted to pinch myself for how terribly I liked knowing how good I made him feel.

He slapped my ass, and I yelped, pushing my breasts deeper against his face. I ran my hands down his hard back, clawing at his spine with my fingernails.

“Take your clothes off,” I whined, and my voice sounded strange.

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