Page 6 of BRATVA'S Killer Bride
I turn away, pretending to inspect the small window overlooking the dark forest, but he follows, his body heat pressing against my back without touching. His breath fans my ear, warm and steady, and I shiver, my resolve cracking under the weight of his proximity.
"We're safe here," he says softly, his hand brushing my arm, the contact sending sparks across my skin.
I turn my head to face him over my shoulder, our faces inches apart, and the hunger in his eyes mirrors my own, a storm building that neither of us can ignore.
My heart races, pounding out a rhythm of surrender, and I wonder how long we can dance around this fire before it consumes us both. His fingers trail up my arm, light as a whisper, and I lean into it. My breath hitches as the tension snaps taut, pulling us inexorably closer in this hidden sanctuary where the world can’t reach us.
The heat of Daniil’s breath grazes the nape of my neck, a whisper of warmth that sends shivers racing down my spine, and I grip the edge of the counter, my knuckles whitening against the worn wood. I’m still facing the small window, the dark forest beyond a blur of shadows, but his presence behind me is all I can feel. A magnetic pull that drowns out the world. His lips brush my skin, soft at first, tentative, like he’s testing the waters of this dangerous tide we’re caught in.
A low hum escapes my throat as his kisses deepen, trailing along the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, each press of his mouth igniting a spark that travels straight to my center.
My body betrays me, arching slightly, pressing back against him, and I feel the hard planes of his chest, the strength in him that’s both a shield and a threat. The cabin’s air feels thicker now, heavy with want and the scent of him. I’m dizzy with it, my resolve fraying under the weight of the heat between us.
I turn, unable to resist any longer, and our eyes lock, his gray gaze burning with a hunger that reflects the fire roaring through my veins. His hands find my waist, fingers digging into the fabric of my dress, and I’m lost in the intensity of him, the way he looks at me like I’m both his salvation and his damnation.
My hands slide up his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath my palms, and I pull him closer. Our lips crash togetherin a kiss that’s all teeth and need, no gentleness left. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me with a ferocity that makes my knees weak, and I cling to his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin through his shirt. The counter digs into my ass as he presses himself against me, the hard length of him evident through his pants. A moan slips from my lips, and quickly swallowed by his kiss.
The world narrows to this. To the heat of his body, the taste of desire and danger on his tongue, the way his hands roam my curves like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
He lifts me onto the counter with ease, my dress riding up my thighs as he steps between them. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between us. His kisses trail down my jaw, back to my neck, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin above my collarbone, and I tilt my head back, giving him access, surrendering to the tempest we’re building.
My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard. He growls against my skin, the sound vibrating through me, stoking the fire in my belly. I’m burning, every touch a spark, every kiss a flame, and I don’t care that we’re hiding, that we are being hunted.
Right now, it’s just us, this cabin, this moment, and I want to drown in it. His hands slide under my dress, fingers brushing the bare skin of my hips, and I gasp. My body arches into his touch, craving more. Craving everything he’s offering in this stolen sanctuary where we’re rewriting our fates with every desperate touch.
Daniil
I’m lost in the heat of Sienna’s skin, my lips tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone as she arches beneath me, her breath hitching in a way that sends fire racing through my blood. She’s perched on the counter, her thighs parted, my hips pressed between them, her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me deeper into this madness. Her dress rides up, exposing soft, warm skin, and my hands slide higher, fingers grazing the edge of her panties, the contact drawing a gasp from her that’s like a drug to my system.
I can’t get enough of her, the way she tastes of strength and defiance, the way her nails dig into my shoulders, marking me as hers. The cabin’s dim light casts her in gold, and I’m drowning in the sight of her. This woman who’s turned my world into a wildfire with no end in sight.
Her hands tug at my T-shirt, yanking it over my head, and I growl low in my throat as her fingers find my bare skin, tracing the hard lines of my chest. I capture her mouth again, our kiss a battle of tongues and teeth, all raw need and no pretense. She’s not soft or yielding; she meets me with a ferocity that matches my own, and it’s intoxicating, like she’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this moment.
I lift her slightly, my hands cupping her ass, pulling her tighter against me, and the friction of her body against mine sends a jolt straight to my core. I want to tear the dress off her, to claimevery inch of her right here on this counter, but the weight of our situation lingers at the edge of my mind. A shadow we’re ignoring for now, because all I care about is the way she moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me like a call to war.
I break the kiss, my lips trailing back to her neck, nipping at the pulse that races under her skin. She tilts her head back, giving me more, offering herself up like a sacrifice I don’t deserve but can’t resist. My hands roam and I feel the tremor in her thighs, the heat radiating from her that’s driving me to the edge.
“Sienna,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with want, and she shivers, her fingers tightening in my hair. I’m hard, aching, every nerve screaming for her, but it’s more than lust; it’s a need to possess her, to bind her to me in this fucked-up world.
The cabin creaks around us, the forest outside silent except for the whisper of wind, and I know we’re stealing this moment, this fragile slice of time before the storm crashes down. I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, dark and molten, and I see my own hunger reflected there, a mirror of everything we’re about to unleash in this hidden sanctuary.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her hips with a slow, deliberate pull. She lifts herself up to help, her breath coming in sharp gasps that fuel the fire raging inside me. The fabric hits the floor, forgotten, and my hand moves between her legs, finding her wet and ready, the slick heat of her making me groan against her neck.
I stroke her slowly at first, circling her clit with my thumb, and she bucks against my touch, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sharpening everything, and I can't hold back anymore. I pushtwo fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
She's so responsive, so perfect, and I pump them in and out slowly, building her up while my mouth claims her breast through the thin fabric of her dress, sucking hard until the material's soaked and her nipple's pebbled under my tongue.
Her hands are frantic now, exploring my chest, my abs, then dipping lower to fumble with my belt. I help her, shoving my pants and boxers down just enough to free my cock, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
She wraps her hand around me, stroking firmly, and I hiss through my teeth, thrusting into her grip as I finger her faster, our rhythms syncing in this desperate dance. The counter's cold against my palm as I brace myself, but her body's all heat, all fire, and I need to be inside her, to bury myself deep and make her mine in every fucked-up way. I pull my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth to taste her, sweet and tangy, and her eyes darken with lust as she watches, her chest heaving.
"Daniil," she whispers, her voice a plea, and that's all it takes to snap the last thread of my control.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock teasing her folds, and she wraps her legs tighter around me, urging me on. I thrust in hard, filling her in one deep stroke, and she screams, her head falling back against the cabinet as her body adjusts to my size. She's so fucking tight, gripping me like she was made for this, for me, and I start moving, slow at first to savor the way she stretches around me, then faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that's raw and unrelenting.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the cabin, mixed with her moans and my grunts, and I grip her hips, angling deeper, hitting that spot that makes her tremble. Sweat slicks our skin, her dress is bunched up around her waist, andI tear the front open, exposing her breasts to my mouth. I suck and bite, leaving marks that claim her as mine, while she claws at my back, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me harder, deeper.
The pressure builds, coiling low in my gut, and I feel her tightening around me, her breaths coming in ragged sobs. I reach between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles, and she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm, her walls pulsing around my cock in waves that drag me over the edge. I thrust once, twice, then bury myself deep as I come, spilling inside her with a roar that shakes the walls, my vision blurring from the intensity. We cling to each other, panting, our bodies slick and spent, but the hunger's not gone. It's simmering, waiting for the next spark in this dark, twisted bond we've forged.
