Page 49 of Captivated By the Bratva

“It’s not fair to me,” I repeated for emphasis. “I want to make my own choices about my future.”

He caressed my lower lip, and I pulled in a shaky breath at that simple yet erotic touch.

“I want to make my own choices about who I want for my husband.”

His gaze turned hotter. Smoldering. I couldn’t look away, locked in this trance and sizzling tension of desire that grew between us.

“I want the freedom to choose a man like you,” I explained.

I laid my heart out for him. I couldn’t be clearer.

“I know I’m naïve and young, but I know, Maxim.” I swallowed hard. “I know that I wantyou.”

With a ragged growl, he dipped toward the bed. Our mouths met in a torrid kiss. It was full of longing and bottled-up need, but already, his firm, soft lips were a familiar welcome against mine.

I snaked my arm around his neck, clinging to him as he braced one hand on my side. Putting a knee on the bed, he suspended himself over me while he encouraged me to lean back.

“I shouldn’t,” he said against my lips, his hot breath mingling with mine. “I have no right to want you, Nadia.”

I parted my legs as we scooted up the bed. Holding on to him, I kept him close enough for me to kiss his cheek, his jaw, and then his mouth again.

“I’ve got no right to want you like this,” he growled as he lay on top of me, warming me with his hard, solid muscles.

I nodded. “You do,” I protested as I tugged at his shirt. I needed more. I wanted all of him, including the direct touch of his warm, taut skin against mine. “I give you the right to want me. However you need me, Maxim.”

He moaned into another, longer kiss after he reached back to tug his shirt off. I reveled in the dips and rises of his sculpted pecs and abs. Tracing my fingers over his back, I reduced him to shivering with goosebumps showing under my caress.

“I’m giving you whatever you want,” I promised as he lowered his hand toward my core. His hand was big and hot, his palm so hard and firm as he rubbed over my mound.

“I’m giving all of myself to you, Maxim.” I hardly knew what the hell I was saying. It sounded like gibberish in my mind, but I had to make him understand that the only rules that could matter were what we decided upon here. Just us. Together.

“Take me,” I begged. “Make meyours, and no one else’s.”

He lifted up, gripping my dress to remove it from my body.

“I want to,” he said with a heavy-lidded stare of lust as he took in the sight of me in nothing but my lingerie.

I kept my legs spread wide. I lifted my arms over my head, thrusting my breasts up to entice him to kiss me there.

He growled, lowering to remove my bra, then dipping more to trail kisses between my nipples, over my breasts, and down toward my panties.

“I want nothing more than to take you, sweetheart.” He crawled further down the bed, tugging my panties off as he went.

I nodded, leaning up on my elbows to watch him. Ever so slowly, smiling smugly as he eyed my pussy, he brought his head down to me.

“I want to taste you, here.”

He did. Swiping his tongue to my slit, he stroked from my entrance to my clit. All my nerve endings felt like they were frayed. Tingling. Zinging with pleasure. I came alive, crying out then moaning as I lay back on the pillow and threaded my fingers through his hair.

Without pause, he licked and sucked. Each time he played with my clit, suctioning it between his lips and flicking the tip of his tongue at it, I cried with need. Then when he dragged his hot tongue over my wetness before tunneling it into my pussy, I gripped his hair harder.

It didn’t take me long to react greedily. It felt too good. I knew I was being naughty, lusting for this dangerous man and acting onmy desire so openly. I humped up into his face. Holding his head there, I pushed my hips upward so I could get all of the delicious friction and sweet pressure of his torture.

His mouth wasn’t made just for smirks or giving me those damningly teasing, charming smiles.

He was put on this earth to devour me like a rabid man desperate to make me come.

Under the pressure, I caved. My orgasm couldn’t be held back. His head moved quicker as he lapped at my cunt, and with his finger rubbing harder near my clit, torturing me with that bundle of nerves, he pushed me over the edge.

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