Page 60 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

Unable to resist any longer, I cup her face in my hands and crush my lips against hers. The kiss is electric, passionate, and filled with an hour of pent-up desire. Her lips part, inviting me deeper, and I lose myself in her taste.

When we finally break apart, breathless, I see the same fire burning in her eyes that I feel coursing through my veins. Without a word, she nods. I stand and offer her my hand.

She takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Lead the way, Adam," she purrs, a hint of her usual sass returning.

We hurry through the bar, barely containing our urgency. As soon as we're out of sight, I pull her close, claiming her lips once more. We stumble toward our room, hands roaming, kisses heated and desperate.

"God, Sofia," I groan against her neck, forgetting our aliases in my passion.

She laughs breathlessly. "Shh, it's Natasha, remember?"

I grin, nipping at her earlobe. "Right now, I don't care what name you're using. I just need you."

I fumble with the keycard, barely able to focus as Sofia trails kisses along my jawline. The moment we're inside, I kick the door shut with a resounding bang. In one fluid motion, I slam Sofia against the wall, pinning her there with my body, her hands raised above her head. I can’t help but let my gaze roam over her body, her breasts spilling out from her low-cut dress.

"You've been driving me crazy all night," I growl, capturing her lips in an approving kiss.

She matches my intensity, pulling her hands away from my clutch, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Good," she breathes against my mouth. "That was the plan."

I pull back slightly, taking in her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Even now, there's a challenge in her gaze that sets me on fire. She licks her lips, and her eyes are drawn down toward my cock.

A thrill goes down my spine at seeing how badly she wants this… me.

"You move fast, Natasha," I say, my hands unable to resist roaming her body, etching her curves into memory.

She tugs at my shirt impatiently. "Less talking, more undressing, Adam."

I chuckle. "So demanding. What happened to that icy exterior, hmm?"

Sofia's eyes flash with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You melted it," she admits softly.

My heart swells at her words. I pause, cupping her face gently. "You're incredible, you know that?"

For a moment, her sassy façade drops completely. "So are you," she whispers, pulling me for a tender kiss.

In the heat of the moment, I grab her ass, lifting her up against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. I kiss her furiously, pouring all my pent-up desire into it. She kisses me back like a fierce tigress.

"Hold on tight," I murmur, now carrying her toward the bed.

Sofia's laugh turns into a gasp as I squeeze her ass. "Always so bossy," she teases, but her breathless tone betrays her arousal.

I slam Sofia onto the bed, her golden hair fanning out across the pillows. My heart races as I stand beside the bed, hovering over her, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt in my haste.

Sofia gets on her knees and meets me near the edge of the bed. She's a vision, all creamy skin and gentle curves as she shimmies out of her dress. At last, she’s there before me, in nothing but a gorgeous half-cupped black lace bra and matching black thong.

My cock throbs. I reach for my belt, but I’m so enamored by the dizzying sight of her that I’m slower than she’d like.

"Let me," Sofia purrs, her nimble fingers making quick work of my belt, throwing it across the room. I growl, impatient, and rip my undershirt off over my head. Sofia's eyes widen, a pleased smirk playing on her lips. "Eager, are we?"

"You have no idea," I rasp, drinking in the sight of her. She then proceeds to slide down my shorts, and finally, her hands linger on the elastic of my boxers for a brief second before she whips me free. I watch as she gets on her knees on the bed, looking up at me.

The next thing I know, she has my cock in her hand. She begins to stroke me, her eyes glued to mine, a pure temptress if I ever saw one. I tangle my fingers in her hair, feeling the strands slip through my grip. She licks her lips while her gaze flicks between my cock and eyes, begging for permission.

"You want it?" I ask gruffly, no longer in control.

“Mm-hmm,” she nods. She parts her mouth and I jam my cock in her mouth, feeling the warmth envelop me. I groan as she swirls her tongue around it, getting me even harder for her. Moving my hips in time with her, I begin to get turned on even more.

My hands roam her body, tracing the dip of her waist and the swell of her breasts. "Fuck, Sofia. You're so sexy," I murmur, my voice husky with desire.

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