Page 52 of Forced Prisoner By the Bratva

Tessa lifted one leg from the pool of her dress, and soon, the other followed as she walked into the bathroom.

My heart was racing with anticipation, my blood boiling with this intense desire coursing through me. I'd been sex-starved for what seemed like an eternity, and now I had this insatiable hunger that fueled my desire.

I could hear the sound of the water running, and it took everything in me to refrain from joining her in the shower. What a great time we'd have together in there!

Thinking about it made my cock grow harder, and I could feel my impatience rising. The rush of adrenaline boosted my yearning for her, and I paced back and forth, counting the minutes until she got out.

Tessa definitely took her time getting ready. Even though my patience was beginning to wear thin, I was certain it would be worth the wait in the end.

I stood by the bed, leaning against one of the posts with arms across my chest, imagining the things I'd do to her with this hunger serving as a driving force.

The shower stopped running, and my heart paused for a moment. She was done. At last, I pinned my gaze on the bathroom door, and my brows arched ever so slightly as she emerged with a white towel wrapped around her, water droplets hitting the floor.

Her moist, dark hair clung to her skin, framing her face with a soft, sensual curve. The scent of shampoo and soap wafted around her—a clean, enticing aroma that drew my eyes and captured my attention. Her skin shone with a warm, golden light, as if infused with an inner radiance.

Tessa's seduction was on purpose, not to mention on point!

The towel around her slightly hung off her chest to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The white fabric was short, so it barely concealed her fresh, alluring thighs.

My eyes roamed her body, drinking in the marvelous sight in front of me. I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze off her. “Why are you torturing me?” I asked, a teasing smile spreading across my face.

Her lips curled into a sexy grin as she glided over to me. “I think the better question is….” She halted a few paces ahead, her voice calm and seductive. “Why are you torturing yourself?” Her fingers loosened the towel, letting it slide down her body in a slow, sensual reveal, her eyes never leaving mine.

I watched the fabric whisper against her soft, smooth skin as it dropped to the floor, exposing her naked body.

“Oops!” came the dramatic expression with a sly grin on her enticing lips.

Her voluptuous curves stared at me, holding my gaze, and just like that, the beast in me snapped. Without a moment of hesitation, I launched at her, framing her face in my hands, my lips crashing against hers in a heated passion.

She kissed me back, her energy matching mine as we devoured each other's lips. Heads danced, and tongues twirled in our mouths as our arms wrapped around each other. Tessa's fingers rapidly unbuttoned my shirt while my palms squeezed her breasts. She pressed herself against me, feeling the hardness of my erection.

Tessa broke the steamy kiss, her eyes shining with desire. “You're so hard,” she whispered.

My hand flew to her pussy, her moisture draping over my middle finger. “And you're so fucking wet,” I said, pushing my finger deeper into her without breaking eye contact.

“You like?” she asked, moaning, biting her lower lip.

“I love,” I replied, reclaiming her lips.

Our kiss deepened with an intense fervency that left us both breathless. She took my shirt off, her hands roaming my torso as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands traveled down my groin, and she grasped my belt, pulling me to herself while retreating toward the wall behind her.

I pinned her back against the surface, my finger relentlessly sliding inside her as my lips continued to devour hers. Soon enough, I broke the kiss, lowering my head to take her breasts in my mouth, one at a time.

Her soft purrs fueled my desire as I sucked her breasts and fondled them, my teeth grazing against her hard nipples. With swift motion, I spun her around—her breasts against the wall.

Tessa moaned at the unexpected action, and her body flinched, wincing at the sweet pain that accompanied the slap on her butt cheeks. Her ass bounced at the strike, the impacted area slightly turning red. “Yes!” she moaned softly.

I did it again, fingers digging into her flesh as I squeezed her ass. She let out a teasing laugh, shooting her ass out, and again, I spanked it—harder this time.

I kissed her back, tongue tracing down the tattoo along her spine as I went on my knees, slapping her ass.

“What're you doing?” she asked, her body shuddering at the feeling of my tongue on my exit.

I couldn't exactly give a reply at the moment—my mouth was busy eating her salad.

“Oh, my God!” she moaned, her legs trembling subtly, her tone laced with sheer pleasure.

Her hand flew back to caress the back of my head with my face buried in her ass. Literally. “Fuck!” she whispered under her breath, moaning deliciously.

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