Page 80 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as his hands roamed my body and pressed me closer.

He backed me up until I was against the table. His hands slid down to my thighs, and he lifted me effortlessly onto the surface.

“You don’t know what you do to me,solnishko,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and teasing. “You don’t know how insane you drive me.”

“Then show me,” I whispered back. “I want to feel the things I do to you. I want to feel you inside me.

His response was a low growl rumbling from his chest as he tilted my chin up, his lips teasing over my jaw and my neck. His fingers made quick work of the buttons of my blouse, pushing it aside to reveal my bare skin.

I shivered with need as dark desire pooled in my belly. My nipples hardened to the cold air, my core throbbing as I undid the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off to reveal a firm wall of muscles and abs.

I ran my hand over his body, feeling the sturdy muscles there. Fuck.

Andrei trailed kisses down my throat, and his hands slid up my thighs and beneath my skirt.

His hands explored me with a slow, deliberate intensity, as if memorizing every curve and reaction he drew from me.

Each kiss, each touch, sent electrifying waves of heat through my body, setting me on fire with a need that only he could satisfy.

He parted my legs with a nudge of his thigh and positioned himself between my legs, and soon, the tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance.

I wrapped my arm around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck, surrendering as he slammed into me.

He grunted with satisfaction, and I moaned right into his face.

Every thrust of his hips as he made love to me drove me wild. I needed more. I wanted more of the sensual feeling that ran up my core. I needed more of the heat from his body and the sweet words he whispered into my ears.

His touch was heavenly; each fondling of my breasts and tweaking of my nipples in his mouth sent a rush of trepidation through me.

My teeth sank into my bottom lips, my core pulsing with the need for more as he drove in and out of me.

I buckled my hips so he could go deeper, grinding my waist. A wave of sweet sensation swept through me.

He wrapped his hand around my throat gently, kissed my neck, and dipped a finger into my parted lips.

I moaned, taking his finger and sucking it.

He groaned, his veins bulging and his thrust becoming needier. “Touch yourself,solnishko. I want to see you do it.”

I obliged like a good girl, cupping my breasts, twisting my nipples, and relishing in the pleasure that cocooned me.

Andrei watched me with dark, lusty eyes as my hands roamed my body.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered into my ears. His teeth scraped my earlobe, and then he licked it, sending a shiver down my spine. “And you’re going to be the reason I live,solnishko.”

I smiled and leaned in, burying my face in the crook of his neck again. I could feel my orgasm building—the feeling like a volcano about to erupt.

I moaned, moving my hips along to the flow as Andrei took me like both of our lives depended on it.

The squishing sound of my wetness as he rammed in and out of me—the clapping sound of our bodies, our moans, and the smell of sex in the air—was intoxicating. I didn’t want this to end—not now, not ever.

Andrei took my thumb, pressing it against my clitoris and circling it. I whimpered from the pleasure, desperate to find my release with the stimulation.

And then my orgasm slammed through me like an earthquake.

I bit down on Andrei’s neck to keep myself from screaming, every part of my body trembling ferociously.

He chuckled. “Good girl.”

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