Page 38 of The Bratva's Sold Bride

My hands hit the tiles, and my head fell back as I let out a long sigh. The sun was just dipping below the trees, and the first stars were already winking in the deep blue dusk, the moon a sliver on the other horizon. Birds made a ruckus as they settled into their nests for the night, and far away, a lone coyote howled, ready to hunt.

All of nature was witness to Dima absolutely destroying me with his tongue, and I let out another long sound of pure pleasure. His chuckle vibrated against my clit, and I wrapped my legs around his neck to capture him. Now, he was my prisoner and seemed perfectly happy to stay there.

“Dima, what do you do to me?” I asked the sky. “Why does this feel so good?”

His fingers dug in, and he made a wild noise as he shoved his tongue deep, tipping my hips so he could push farther. I rocked with his motions, clawing at his hair.

“You know why.” His voice was a muffled rumble, and in the next instant, his tongue was circling my clit and driving all thoughts from my brain.

Except one.Because this is real.

The unwanted thought was terrifying, the worst lie I’d conjured in these past weeks. So now I was deceiving myself as well?

Dima’s hands tightened, sliding up to my hips, pulling me even closer. “Stay with me,” he commanded, lapping at me with such intensity I crashed back into the moment. And oh, what a moment.

My hands had loosened in his hair and I dropped them to the tiles, still warm from the afternoon sun. My arms shook, my legs were weak, and every sense was alive with urgency. Turning his face, he nipped at my inner thigh, and I groaned, pushing him back where I needed him to be.

“I could eat your pussy all damn day,” he told me in a ragged voice. “But little girl, I need you to come so I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

The second his mouth found my tender nub, I screamed, rocked to my very core with waves of euphoria. And it just kept going.

“Dima,” I cried, incoherent and completely lost in the orgasm he was still drawing out.

Strong hands lifted me back into the pool, and I wrapped my arms around his neck with all my remaining strength, because I knew there was more. So much more.

“You’re the gift that keeps on giving,” I gasped as his hard cock pulsed against me.

“All that you can take,” he promised.

Dropping my forehead to his, I breathed out hard. His movements became slow and sinuous as he gripped the backs of my thighs and eased my body up and down against the length of his shaft. A low growl rose from his throat as he continued to drive both of us crazy with desire.

“Please, don’t you want me?” I asked. I pulled closer, and his fingers dug deeper into my flesh.

“So much,” he told me. “So damn much I never want it to end.”

“So that’s why you’re not starting?” Despite what felt very close to agony, I giggled.

He joined in with a rough sound that might have been a laugh. “Liv,” he said, leaning back so we were face to face.

So much poured out of his eyes that I couldn’t have looked away if I tried. I was captive to every raw emotion, unable to begin to hide whatever shined out of my own eyes.

“I like it when you call me that,” I admitted.

“I think you’ll like this as well,” he said.

I grinned at the mischief that took over everything else that was so easily read on his face. And then I was moaning as his big cock finally rammed deep and hard inside me.

“I guess skinny dipping was a good idea,” I said, letting myself drift back as he held me with his strong hands.

“I’ve always thought you had the best ideas,” he agreed.

It didn’t matter that I’d stripped out of my clothes to distract him. Nothing mattered but the feel of him. I couldn’tsay anything else because my breathing was becoming erratic, my pulse racing with each thrust. Shoving off the pool wall, I wrapped my arms around his neck again, needing to feel every inch of his hot skin.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he commanded.

I shook my head, too consumed by his cock pushing so deep, stretching me, and ruining me for anyone else. There was never going to be anyone else.

“Too good,” I gasped. “Don’t you dare stop—”

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