Page 37 of Plus-Size Curves for the Bratva

"Denis?" I whisper, my voice trembling slightly.

Without a word, he's out of the car and striding around to my side. The door flies open and he's there, looming over me, his presence electric. My breath catches as he extends a hand.

"Come," he commands, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

Did I do something wrong?

I place my hand in his, gasping as he practically lifts me from the seat. His fingers intertwine with mine, grip firm as he leads me toward the house. My shorter legs struggle to keep up with his long strides.

"What's going on?" I ask breathlessly as we cross the threshold.

Denis doesn't answer, instead tugging me up the stairs. My heart pounds, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding my veins. We reach his bedroom and he slams the door shut. He pauses, turning to me with an expression that can only be described as hunger.

"Natalia," he growls, his hands now reaching for my waist. I suck in a deep gasp of air as his fingers squeeze deliciously into my curves. I feel my entire body tremble when he inches closer and closer until I have no option but to back up against the wall, with him holding me in, his body towering mine.

His eyes gaze over my face, my curves, and my legs, before meeting mine. And I swear that the look he gives me literally makes me melt.

He growls. "I can't hold back anymore."

His lips crash into mine, stealing my breath and any coherent thought. I melt into him, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he presses his body against mine. The kiss is all-consuming, urgent, and passionate in a way that makes my toes curl.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so long," Denis murmurs against my lips, his hands roaming my curves with newfound freedom.

I can barely form words, lost in the sensation of his touch. "Then why did you stop earlier?" I manage to gasp out between kisses.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Because, Darling, I wanted to savor every moment with you. And that requires privacy."

He then reaches for my neck, nuzzling into it, causing a delicious tickle. I let out a surprised squeal that quickly turns into breathless laughter.

My laughter is cut short as Denis slams me against the wall harder, his mouth now once again upon mine. He flicks his tongue over my bottom lip, and I part way for him to make his way inside. His hands are everywhere, igniting fires across my skin. I gasp against his lips, "Denis, what's gotten into you?"

He pulls back, his gray eyes intense with flecks of green blazing. "You, Natalia. You've consumed me."

My heart races at his words. I reach up, running my fingers through his black hair.

His hands move to my shirt, ripping it open. Buttons scatter across the floor as I gasp in surprise and arousal. The cool air hits my skin, and I arch into him instinctively.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice husky with desire but still seeking my consent.

I nod fervently. "God, yes."

I reach behind me, unhooking my bra with trembling fingers. Denis's eyes widen as it loosens, revealing the fluidity of my breasts. His gaze is hungry, appreciative, making me feel more beautiful than I’ve ever felt before.

"You're perfect," he breathes, his fingers reaching for the sleeves of my shirt, as he slowly pulls it off. My breath hitches in my throat, and he now reaches for the straps of my bra, slowly sliding it off my arms, his eyes traveling with it until it lays fallen on the floor.

And when he looks back at me, his eyes smoldering like he could cut through metal on my half-naked body, I feel like an absolute goddess.

I blush, unused to such intense admiration. "Denis, I—”

"You're so beautiful," he silences me, his fingers lightly brushing against my skin as if they can't bear to be separated from me for even a moment. I close my eyes, basking in the feel of his touch, his breath tickling my skin.

And then, his lips find mine again. I groan against his mouth, my arms curved around his neck.

Denis's hands slide down my body, and I feel every piece of his skin against mine as he reaches for the hem of my skirt. With a swift motion, he hikes it up and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down.

I can't help but giggle, despite the heated moment. "Someone's impatient," I tease, my voice breathless.

He grins looking up at me, nipping lightly on my thigh. "You have no idea.”

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