Page 51 of Forced Prisoner By the Bratva

Her gaze dropped to the tray on her lap, and a fleeting moment later, she met my eyes again. “So…you didn't have sex with her?”

That was the defining meaning of “nothing happened,” but she clearly needed reassurance.

“No, I didn't,” I said, my eyes fixed on her. “You might find it interesting to know that I haven't been with another woman since we got married.”

Her lips pursed, suppressing a grin. “Why haven't you?” she asked, staring into my eyes as if searching for any sign of insincerity. “You can have any woman you want. Why stick with me?”

“Because you're my wife, and you're the only woman that occupies my mind all day, every day,” came my response, swift and fluid. “Ironic how you're also the one woman I can't seem to have with ease,” I added, watching her cheeks flush. “You’re stubborn, headstrong, defiant, the most difficult to tame, and so exasperatingly difficult to handle.”

An abrupt chuckle came forth, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “Wow! I didn't realize I was such a handful.”

“You're also amazing,” I said without breaking eye contact, my voice smooth and endearing. “Beautiful, ambitious….” My eyes roamed her body, drinking in her curves. “And ridiculously attractive.” I met her eyes again.

Her breath caught in her throat, a wide grin spreading across her face as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is this a trick to melt my heart?” she asked, her voice barely rising above a whisper.

“Sadly, it's not,” I replied, my hand daring to touch her thigh and slowly slide under the hem of her dress.

She locked eyes with me, her body shaking slightly, her chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths.

The atmosphere switched to something more intense, charging the air with a mix of tension and desire. I could almost hear her heart hammering in her chest as we held each other's gazes, feeling the electricity surging through us.

A flame ignited within me, fueling my hunger as I thought about all the things that I'd do to her in bed. Her full lips—sexy and enticing—seemed to be calling out to me. Her voluptuous curves, nestled behind the fabric of her gown, pulled me in. I was tempted to grab and squeeze those breasts, suck them with the knowledge that they were mine and mine alone.

The steady heaving of her chest and the glint of desire flickering in her gaze was a clear indication that she was just as horny as I was. Her body shuddered at my touch, her fingers discreetly grasping the sheets as we looked into each other's eyes.

This sexual tension between us was building by the minute, the sexual flame threatening to consume us both.

I felt my own heart racing in my chest as I struggled to hold myself back, refraining my hand from traveling to her pussy. I was almost certain that she was already wet down there, and I wanted to finger her so badly. But I held back my hand.

I didn't want to seem or appear desperate. But the honest truth was that Iwasin desperate need of her. I wanted her—I craved her whole body, her mind, and her attention. I wanted her pussy to swallow me completely.

It had been far too long since we made love, and every fiber of my being was calling out to her. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and at the same time, a heat wave spread across my body. I was both hot and cold, my shaft swelling in my pants.

Her eyes dropped to my groin, and her brows rose subtly at the sight of my cock's print beneath my pants. She swallowed, her throat wobbling as she returned her eyes to face me. “Could you give me a minute, please?” she asked, her voice tremblingunder the weight of the passion coursing through her veins. “Let me freshen up first.”

First?I wondered, analyzing the meaning embedded in that word. However, I didn't need to be a witch to know that I was definitely getting laid tonight. At last.

Tessa was turned on, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her. It was clear as day in her eyes.

“Alright,” I said, my voice a deep, husky whisper.

We stared at each other for a moment longer, her breathing becoming more and more difficult to catch. If I pressed on, we'd get right to it immediately, considering the intensity of the electric spark jolting through our bodies.

But I'd rather respect her wishes. So, I withdrew, although my eyes didn't.

Her lips curled into a faint grin as I helped pick the tray off her lap and set it back on the bedside table.

“Thank you,” she muttered, her expression so soft and endearing.

I gave a gentle nod, watching her rise from the bed. As she sashayed her way to the bathroom, her legs crossed elegantly—one in front of the other—like a model on a runway. She stopped by the bathroom door and shot a quick, seductive glance over her shoulder.

My eyebrows arched, and my pulse quickened as I watched her tug down the sleeves of her dress. Her hand flew to her back, and with a fluid motion, she pulled down her zipper. The precision was incredible.

I traced the zipper's downward movement, stroking my jaw with a smirk twitching on the corner of my lips. As the zipper parted the fabric of her dress, her bare skin and the fine, intricate tattoo along her spine came into view.

The dress dropped to the floor, welling at her feet, and again, she shot another glance over her shoulder.

My throat wobbled subtly as I swallowed, mesmerized by the pleasant sight of that ass, that moderately sized ass. Her skin, once pale, now seemed glossy, and she hadn't even showered yet.

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