Page 25 of The Bratva's Sold Bride

The way he stroked and tweaked my nipples while feasting his eyes on me made me want to be all the way naked. I was wild, out in the middle of a jungle, with an absolute beast of a man who was not just encouraging this side of me, but driving it on.

I pressed myself down onto the pulsing rod between my legs, digging my fingernails into his shoulders when he groaned. Pulling away from him, I slid down to fumble at the button on his pants. When I had them open, his giant cock sprang out, and I gulped, suddenly not quite so bold.

Dima’s fingers twined in my hair, and he tugged me back to him to claim my mouth once more. When I melted against him, he rolled me onto my back, then began kissing his way down my throat. When his tongue swiped my nipple, I arched my back and hissed in a breath.

“Like that?” he asked and I didn’t need to look down to know he was grinning.

“Just do it again,” I demanded.

He chuckled. “I like this side of you.”

“Near-death brings it out of me, I guess.”

His mouth stopped its sinuous journey down my belly, and his fingers tightened at my sides. “Don’t joke about that. You scared the hell out of me.”

Before I could answer, he was at the waistband of my shorts, licking a slow path as he tugged them down my hips. I raised up on my elbows and watched as they ended up around my ankles, then as he tossed them aside with a look of triumph. Our eyes locked, and I could see how serious he was. About giving me every ounce of pleasure I craved, about claiming me, and most of all, the relief that I hadn’t ended up as a stain at the bottom of the ravine that was only a few feet away from where we lay.

I nodded, barely dipping my chin, and he pushed my legs wider, moving between them and nuzzling the inside of my thigh. My whole body tensed, waiting, craving,aching. Was he going to make me beg?

I was about to do just that, dying to see what came next, but he couldn’t wait any longer, as full of the same need that tormented me, and plunged his face between my thighs.

Oh. My. God.

My senses lit up, all over my body, making me lift my hips off the ground. His hands were there to hold me tight as his tongue worked absolute magic over the most sensitive parts of me.

Then he stopped, and I jerked my chin up to see him looking at me, eyes more intense than when he’d first saved me. “Has anyone ever licked your sweet little pussy before?”

“No,” I gasped, reaching for his head. “I—I’m a virgin. You’re the only man to see me like this, the only man who's ever put his mouth on me this way. And I need you to keep doing it!”

His dark eyes widened with merriment, and he chuckled as he went back to giving me what I needed. This had to be heaven on earth, and it only got better, the feeling coiling tightly like a snake about to strike.

“I want to taste you while you come, Olivia,” he growled against my slick folds.

He lifted his eyes to mine as he circled my swollen nub with the flat of his tongue, making the coil unwind inch by decadent inch. It became overwhelming, and I let my arms collapse so that my back hit the ground. Reaching for his hair, I pushed him deeper, moaning and gasping out his name.

His tongue pushed deep inside me, hard and swift, then he returned his attention to my clit. One swipe and I was fighting his firm grasp to rise up off the ground, shouting so loud that birds a hundred yards away fluttered out of their trees.

And he still kept going. I thrashed beneath him, fighting his hold, fighting for more of what his tongue was giving me. The coil released, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, my legs slamming together around Dima’s head, as if to keep him there forever.

For a moment, I was lost in sensation, hot and heady and so, so good, then I felt him ease away, pushing my leg up toward my chest as he drew close to kiss me. I tasted my own juices as he ravaged my mouth, his fingers delving inside me.

“Your pussy is so tight,” he groaned. “And so damn wet for me. I need to be inside you, Liv.”

The nickname had me wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him hard. I lifted my hips as he pushed deeper, spreading my legs wide and stretching me.

“I’m ready,” I gasped. “Please, I’m so ready.”

It had only been moments since that cosmic release he gave me, but I was already straining for more. Keeping one arm locked around his neck, I tunneled my other hand between our slick bodies and found his cock. Smiling as he groaned, I wrapped my fingers around the silky, hot skin and stroked until my thumb ran through the moisture at the tip. He was huge, and my heart began to pound with anticipation.

“Hurry,” I said, but my voice wavered.

His fingers stilled inside me, and he leaned back, barely holding on as I continued to run my hand up and down his shaft. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised. “As much as I can’t wait to fuck this perfect body of yours until you’re screaming again, I will never rush you or hurt you, Olivia. You can count on that.”

I nodded. In this, at least, I believed him. And I damn well needed that giant thing to do what it was supposed to do already.

“Please fuck me until I’m screaming again,” I whispered raggedly, out of patience.

In the next second, he was slowly driving inside me. Agonizingly slowly, his thick cock stretching me to my limits. I winced, squeezing my eyes shut tight, but a kiss placed tenderly on the side of my neck had me wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him all the way home.

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