Page 102 of Bratva's Intern

His voice was quiet, a little hoarse from sleep. His breath was warm against my neck.

“Long,” I said truthfully. “Messy.”

He made a soft sound in his throat, then slid his hand over my stomach and under my shirt. His fingers were warm and curious, not demanding—justthere. I thought he might fall back asleep like that.

I would’ve been fine with it.

But then he pressed a kiss to the hollow of my throat.

Slow. Intentional.

“Wren…” I warned, voice low.

He didn’t stop but kissed me again, a little higher this time. Then again, against the line of my jaw. He slipped his hand lower, fingers brushing the waistband of my briefs.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured. “Should I admit that?”

“Of course. That makes me happy. I missed you too.”

I hadn’t expected him to want this tonight. He’d waited for hours, fallen asleep in lingerie I hadn’t even gotten the chance to appreciate properly. The least I could do was hold him. Let him rest.

I’d expected him to be upset with me, especially given those texts he sent me earlier.

His teeth grazed my skin as he kissed my shoulder, and I let out a soft groan despite myself.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I said.

“Can’t. I’ve been waiting up for you all night and you’re finally here.”

“But if you’d rather sleep…” It took everything for me to say that, given the way he was rubbing his palm over my erection.

He made a frustrating sound in the back of his throat. “It’s not working,” he muttered.

“What’s not working?”

“Jess promised me if I bought this lingerie for you, I’d get my insides rearranged. When does that actually happen?”

A second, two seconds passed. Then a laugh rumbled from my throat. I turned him over onto his back and climbed between his legs, fastening my lips onto his. He moaned, running his hands up my chest.

“Is that what you want?” I whispered between kisses. “For me to rearrange your insides?”

“Jess says it feels good. I think it sounds painful, but she’s more experienced, so…”

“We’ll have to test it out, then.”

I rolled onto my back as his body followed mine. He straddled my hips, his robe falling open. The black lace clung to his thighs, his chest barely covered by more of the same material.

I stared. “Fuck.”

“You like it?” he asked, voice soft and hesitant. “I’ve never worn anything like it”

“I love it.” I reached up and ran my hand over his bare thigh up to where the lacy fabric stretched around his skin. “From now on, you must wear lace for me in bed all the time. Absolutely beautiful.”

“All the time?”

“Yes,allthe time.”

A small smile played on his lips but turned into a frown. “You were so late. I didn’t know if you would still come.”

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