Page 19 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
Next thing I know, he’s walking me backward. I bump into the wall. Lev cages me in with one thick, muscular arm while the other one slides up under the hem of my shirt, resting just above my waistband. His large hand feels hot and calloused. It sends electricity throughout my body. He feels so big, so warm, his intense eyes never leaving mine.
Then, his full mouth crashes down on mine.
It’s not a sweet kiss. It’s not slow, tender or testing the waters.
It’s deep, filthy, claiming. All lips, tongue and teeth. And he tastes fucking amazing. Like something I’m gonna need from now on. Like something I already know I’ll never get enough of.
Lev kisses me like he’s punishing me for taking so long.
His tongue licks into my mouth like it owns it. Like he’s been waiting for this, andhe’s not waiting anymore. I can’t help but moan. And he growls in response. Then his hand slides into my shorts, inside my panties… His big fingers find my clit right away like he’s memorized a map to it. Making me gasp against his mouth.
“Oh, my God, Lev…,” I whimper.
He lets out a low, animalistic, possessive growl as his fingers work me open with slow, steady pressure. He’s n teasing. Not gentle. Fuck, it’s like he knows what I need better than I do.
I grind down on his hand, chasing the pressure. At the same time, his mouth trails down my neck, his teeth scraping my shivering skin, lips pressing wet kisses, his breath hot against my ear.
“Fucking dripping,” he growls. “You been thinking about this.”
I nod frantically.
“Thinking about me?”
“Y-yes.”
He groans, low and filthy, and I feel it all the way to my toes.
“Say it.”
“I think about you.”
“When?”
“When… when I’m alone. In bed. When I…”
“When you make yourself come,” he finishes for me.
I bury my face in his shoulder, and he chuckles darkly. “You’re not gonna need your fingers anymore, baby. I’ve got you now.”
I come hard against his hand, clenching around his fingers, crying out against his skin. He presses a kiss on my temple like this is normal. Like I didn’t just come apart in his arms five minutes after walking inside his place for the first time.
I should feel embarrassed, ashamed. But I don’t.
I just wantmore.
And judging by the look on Lev’s face? So does he.
Twelve
Lev
She turns to walk away.
Not a fucking chance.
I grab her wrist and tug her back against my chest. Her eyes go wide, mouth parting like she’s about to protest. But she doesn’t.
She can’t.
