Page 63 of The Bratva's Hunted Bride
He is too beautiful for words.
He climbs beneath the spray of water, and I sit tensely, even as I soak in the tub. My body might be relaxed, but my heart is screaming to know what he wants. If he wants me.
The bathroom echoes with the sounds of water.
The shower turns off, and Timofey steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He sits on the edge of the bath and looks down at me, his eyes heavy with emotion.
“You can’t stay here.” His words cut into me like a blade.
“What?” I want to cry. My chest heaves, and my heart pulls tight. I sit up, water splashing over the side of the tub, my hand gripping the edge tightly.
He quickly reaches out and takes my hand. “Talia, I know you did what you did because you wanted to protect me, and for that…I am forever grateful. But I can’t ask you to leave your family. I know what they mean to you. They are yourfamily. They will fight for you; they want you back. And I can’t be selfish this time. I have to do what’s best for you. And for our baby. No matter what I want…And if being with them keeps you safe, stops them from coming after us…then that is where you need to be.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his eyes locked with mine.Is he saying what I think he’s saying? His reasoning…he does want me here, but he’s trying to make what he believes is the right choice?
He sighs heavily. “When I found you in that basement…I’m the reason you were there. I had you sneak out, and I put you in danger. I love you too much to ever risk making that same mistake again.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes. My heart leaps with joy.He loves me.
I move onto my knees in the water and shift closer to him, placing my hand on his leg. His grey eyes burn into me as they trace over my body. There is no trace of self-consciousness in me. I see the way he looks at me. I see the hunger lighting his expression and an intense burning desire shoots through me. His gaze says it all.
He is magnificent to look at, and the way he looks atme, it makes me feel more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
My heart races as I bite my lower lip, then smile, tilting my head to the side.
“I choose you,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his face.
Confusion flickers in his gaze. He is as shocked to hear the words as I was to hear his. His eyes shine even brighter and his lips part. He cocks his head to the side, mimicking me as he narrows his eyes.
I giggle, my heart suddenly exploding with happiness. “I choose you, Timofey.I love you, and Ichoose you. No matter what, we can face it together. I never want to be away from you again.”
“Then, you belong to me.” He growls.
Timofey leans over the bath and wraps his arms around me. The towel slips off him revealing his gorgeous body in all it’s muscular glory. I pull him toward me and into the water, laughing as the water floods over the edge and onto the floor. He doesn’t even try to stop me, but instead, easily slides into the bath with me. He chuckles and shakes his head. “You are mischievous,” he says.
He repositions himself so that he’s leaning with his back against the marble curve of the tub.
He pulls me onto his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. For a moment, all we can do is stare at each other. There is no need to wish that I could read his thoughts because now I know. I know he loves me. And he knows I love him.
Timofey reaches up and cups his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me forward and my lips crash into his.
He slips his tongue into my mouth and the air around us fills with static. An intense current, like fire spreading wildly through my body.
The kiss is frantic, feverish, and urgent. There is no more space for words, only our bodies to convey the messages we want to share with each other.
I belong to you.
He slides his hand upward, around the back of my head, and pushes his mouth harder against mine. His tongue plays inside my mouth as his cock throbs hard between my legs.
Heat burns more intensely inside, scorching through every fiber of my body. My skin is electrified by his touch, by his lips, by his body moving against mine.
I rock my hips against his cock, rubbing myself over him.
“I love you, Talia, I love you until death comes to steal me away, and even then, I will love you in the afterlife,” he growls against my lips, his cock throbbing against my pussy. I’m torn between making this moment last as long as possible, and the uncontrollable need I have for him to be inside me.
I can’t stop myself.
I rise up, hovering over him, maneuvering so that he’s pushing into me. It teases me and excites me even more.
He thrusts upwards, his fingers digging into my skin as his cock plunges into me. For a moment I can’t breathe, but as he buries himself into my soul, connecting to every fibre of my being, I cry out, the pleasure overwhelming me. Lust, desire, love, and the chaos of my emotions for him all spill from my lips in an urgent, desperate gasp. Timofey growls again, a deep sound that vibrates through me as he pushes his hips upward and thrusts into me, deeper, harder.
