Page 70 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

I couldn't help but tease, even as my heart soared. "The big, bad Bratva man, getting all mushy? Who would've thought?"

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Only for you, Pippa. Only ever for you."

His lips found mine then, and the world fell away. The kiss was different from our others—deeper, more intense. It felt like a promise, a seal on the commitment we'd just made. My hands fisted in his crisp shirt, pulling him closer as the passion between us ignited. Above us, the sun beat down on us. Around us, birds chirped. The soft wind ruffled our clothes and our hair.

In every darned way, this was perfect.

Abe's hands slid down to my waist, gripping tightly as he lifted me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, our lips never parting. He took a few steps, pressing my back against something. I turned to see it was the shed.

"Here?" I gasped when we finally came up for air, my cheeks flushing at the thought.

Abe's eyes were dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why not? It's our lot now, isn't it?"

“I couldn't argue with that logic,” I giggled. As his lips found my neck, I tilted my head back, losing myself in the sensation.

I felt every nerve in my body come alive as Abe's lips trailed a path of fire down my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. With a sudden surge of boldness, Abe's hands squeezed into my ass, his touch setting my skin ablaze.

The next thing I knew, his mouth was on my buttons. “Abe!” I chided as he ripped one out with his teeth. His eyes burned as he gazed into eyes and went down to rip off the next one. My shirt popped open and his eyes went toward what he put out on display for himself.

I felt my cheeks turn red when I saw the hunger in his eyes before he squeezed my ass again.

“Hold tight,” he instructed and, without question, I clenched my legs tighter around his hips as he raised a leg and kicked. The next thing I knew, I heard the door to the shed bang open and we were inside. He kicked it close before walking me to the middle of the barren shed and gently placing me back down to my feet.

Slowly, his eyes followed his fingers as he unbuttoned the rest of my blouse, peeling it over my shoulders until it rested halfway down my arms. His hands cupped my waist and thumbs flicked inwards, toward the bottom of my bra.

I shivered and his eyes came back up to meet mine. He smiled devilishly as he removed my shirt in its entirety.

“Take off your skirt,” he said softly as he quickly removed his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground.

I trembled as I bent down to slide my skirt off while he stepped out of his boxers and made quick work of his shirt.

Every inch of my skin was on fire as he stood naked before me and took in the sight of my naked body, his eyes leaving a waking burn across my neck, my breasts, the curve of my stomach, the dip of my hips, and the length of my calves.

It felt overwhelming, to have him look at me like this. It was insane, to know that this chiseled, tall, tattooed, and gorgeous man was mine as I took in the planes of his chest.

And yet, there was no room left for uncertainty or doubt in his gaze. With practiced grace, Abe dropped to one knee, his hands skimming up my legs as he pressed a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. With a teasing glint in his eye, he looked up at me, his breath hot against my core before he slid off my panties.

"You're beautiful," Abe whispered, looking up at me with nothing less than devotion. "So fucking beautiful, Pippa."

I melted at his words, my own hands exploring the back of his neck and running through his hair. "And you're mine," I breathed, still hardly believing it.

"Always," he promised, voice husky with emotion, before he parted my legs and slid his tongue into me. I gasped and my body lurched off the floor on my toes from the sensation of his tongue.

He pulled out and stabbed his tongue into me again.Fuck.

I moaned his name, my eyes fluttering shut as his hands, big and strong, gripped my hips as he continued to lap me up. I closed my eyes and let the feel of his tongue against my folds take over control. My legs began to tremble with every move he made, his tongue now moving in figure eights, coveringeveryinch.

Suddenly, I felt him release a grip from my hip and his nimble fingers traveled up my legs. His tongue swiped up one final time before settling on my clit. The next thing I knew, he curved his finger right into me, causing the start of a tension coiling into itself and growling larger.

“Abe!” I squealed his name and my hands shot up to grip the wooden beams overhead. His finger flicked at my sweet spot again, and I let out a needy groan. My legs threatened to give out, so I leaned on the beams and pulled myself up by them. I could feel my wetness drip down my legs, feel the orgasm dying to be released.

His finger now moved in rhythmic motion and he pulled his face back, looking up at me with eyes now glowing withpassion. "Keep holding on, Pippa," he urged, his voice deep and gravelly. "I won't let go."

I nodded, closing my eyes and focusing on the pleasurable sensation building up within me. My heart raced with anticipation as I felt the climax edging closer. Suddenly, Abe's teeth gently bit down on my clit.

"Abe!" I cried out, a sharp pain mingling with the building pleasure. The unexpected sensation sent me spiraling over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing into me in rapid succession. My hands shook from the intensity of it all as I held onto the wooden beams, my legs weak and shaky from pleasure.

Abe gripped my hip tighter, while I continued riding his other until the last of my waves passed. As I came down from my orgasmic high, Abe slowly pulled away from the space between my legs and gave me his hand. I took it and tumbled down on the floor beside him, spent and exhausted.

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