Page 44 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

He reaches the waistband of my skirt, fingers skimming along the skin just above it. I hold my breath, trembling with anticipation. His fingers find the zipper. I'm writhing beneath him now, craving more of his touch.

The skirt loosens around my hips. I lift my hips to help him slide the skirt off. Vlad's eyes are molten as he slides it down my legs, discarding it on the floor.

I'm left in just my lace panties now, laid bare before him. His heated gaze travels over me, and I flush, suddenly shy.

His hands ghost over my inner thighs, and I can't suppress a soft moan. "Vlad," I breathe, surprising myself with the need in my voice.

His hands grasp my knees, nudging them apart. I comply readily, too aroused to feel embarrassed.

Vlad trails his fingers up my inner thighs, and I shiver, pleasure coiling tight. When he finally brushes over the damp lace, I cry out.

"I need to taste you," he growls.

Before I can respond, he's dragging my panties down my legs. Then his mouth is on me, and coherent thought becomes impossible. His tongue strokes over my slick folds, and I shudder, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer.

My hips buck involuntarily, and I hear myself whimper.

"That's it," Vlad murmurs against me. "Let go, Sofia. I've got you."

The next thing I know, I feel his finger sliding inside me, stretching me in preparation for what's to come. My eyes clench shut as I struggle to contain my moans, but the sensation is too overwhelming.

His tongue now flicks against my clit, and he curves his finger, adding another. He circles inside me, making me feel at every angle, and I clench my legs, wanting to feelmore.

His fingers hit the upper walls within, and suddenly, I lurch off the bed as a jolt of electricity passes through me. This pleasure, it’s a form I’ve never felt before. I fear it, for if it gets any better, I feel like I actually might cease to exist.

He fingers me harder, his tongue moving faster. I fall back down on the bed, and he places his hand on my stomach to keep me down, getting fiercer, hotter, wilder…

I'm breathing heavily, clinging to the sheets as my body thrashes in pleasure. He continues his relentless teasing, and I moan loudly, my hips lifting toward his mouth and against his fingers.

The next thing I know, I feel a heat beginning to grow within me, which seems to be the very center of the universe. The heat spirals outward, growing stronger and reaching every corner of my existence. Every sensation heightens, and every nerve ending is alive with a furious tide.

“Vlad!” I cry out his name. My eyes close shut and my entire body begins to tremble. Suddenly, I’m overflown, and I lurch off the bed with a groan, losing all sense of skin and bone. The world goes dark, and all I see are stars, my breath heaving, my muscles becoming water, and I fall back down.

Vlad stays between my legs, his fingers gently massaging me until the last of my orgasm passes.

At last, the world comes back. When I open my eyes, I see him looking up at me with wonder, a thin sheen of sweat trickling on his forehead.

I grab him by the lapel and bring him up to me, kissing him gently before begging for more.

He lifts his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "More?"

I grip his shoulders, nails digging in slightly. "You know what I mean," I say with hunger.

"Do I?" Vlad chuckles, nipping at my collarbone. "I think I'd like to hear you say it."

I narrow my eyes at him, but the effect is likely ruined by my flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

His eyes darken at my expression, pure, unadulterated desire. "As you wish," he concedes, sitting back on his heels.

I watch, mesmerized, as Vlad begins to undress. There's no hesitation in his movements, just fluid confidence as he reveals tanned skin and taut muscles. My breath catches as he stands to remove his pants, and I can't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I swallow hard.

Vlad laughs, a deep, rich sound that sends shivers down my spine. He reaches for something in the drawer of the nightstand—a condom, I realize—before he positions himself above me.

His expression softens as he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Are you sure about this, Sofia?"

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