Page 20 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
Not when I’ve got my hand on the small of her back, the other one tangled in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her gasp. Not when her chest is rising and falling like she just ran a mile. Not when she’s this fucking soft against me.
“Don’t walk away from me.”
“I…”
I kiss her.
Hard.
Not careful. Not sweet. Not anything she’s ever had before.
Her lips part, and I take the invitation. Lick into her mouth because I fucking own it. Like I have already been there a dozen times in my dreams. Her fingers dig into my skin, nails biting, and I almost lose it right there.
I back her against the wall. Making her moan even louder.
Fuck. So soft, so mine.
I knew she’d be responsive. Knew she’d taste like heaven. But this? The way she came all over my hand, how she melts when I grab her, the way she whimpers into my mouth, the way her body presses against mine. Fuck me, she was fucking made for me.
I break our kiss, stepping back to take her in.
Her lips are swollen. Her eyes, wide. Big tits rising and falling. Fucking beautiful.
I stare into her eyes, and she whispers, “Please, Lev.”
I smile cruelly, then hook one arm under her ass, lift her up like she weighs fucking nothing, and carry her to the bedroom.
Ava clings to me like she never wants me to let go.
I lay her down on the bed.
She sits up on her elbows, looking around slowly. Her brows draw together, but she doesn’t argue. Just stares at me.
Then down at my cock.
Then back up.
Her voice comes out small. “I’ve never…”
“I know, baby girl.”
Her eyes go wide.
I crawl over her. Cup her face in both hands. And kiss her again.
She moans into my mouth.
Her long legs fall open.
I push her shirt up, kiss down her chest, and take my time getting her naked. She’s shaking all over, her thick thighs trembling, her breathing fast.
I spread her swollen pussy lips open with my thumbs.
She’s fucking soaked.
I look her in the eyes.
“You’re ready.”
