Page 44 of The Bratva's Innocent Pregnant Bride
“It’s nothing. I’ve had worse mosquito bites.”
“You saved me,” I said.
“Of course I did,” he told me, grabbing my hips and yanking me closer to his mouth. “You’re mine.”
The harsh possessive words made me shiver, made all the more powerful as he proved it. The moment his tongue lapped my clit, I cried out, my entire body coursing with pleasure. He kept going, driving me to pull a pillow over my face to muffle my noises. I bucked underneath the onslaught of his tongue. It was all too much and I still begged for more.
When he finally let up, sliding his slick mouth back up my belly, I gathered my strength to push him onto his side. Naked and trembling, I straddled him, tugging at the zipper on his jeans. As soon as his cock was free, I wrapped the thick shaftin my fist, making him groan as I slid my thumb through the pooling moisture at the tip.
His eyes went dark, the pupils almost overtaking the sea green. He reached for me, tweaking my nipples, then running his hands down my sides as I gripped him, sliding my hand up and down.
“I speak English and Russian and even a little Italian,” he said, eyes locked on my body as I worked his cock. “But there’s no words for how damn beautiful you are.”
I smiled, letting go to rub my slippery pussy against his cock, which bounced and thrust of its own accord against me. Dan’s eyes rolled back and his fingers tightened.
“How much do you want to be inside me?” I whispered, a tremor of excitement running through me.
We’d been utterly free while trapped in the cabin. I had to remember my employers could walk past at any time and hear their nanny getting her brains fucked out by their cousin. I wasn’t normally the naughty type, and maybe it was just left over adrenaline from nearly dying, but I had never been so turned on.
“Little girl, I want to fuck you more than I want to breathe right now,” he said, much too loud.
“Shush!” I fell forward, giggling as I kissed him.
He grabbed my backside and pulled me up, then eased me down onto his stiff cock. “You’ll be the one making too much noise in a few minutes,” he promised.
Holding tight to my hips, he watched with avid interest as I rode him, running my nails down his chest, leaning down to lick his earlobe. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me hard.
“I don’t want this to end,” he said.
Oh God, me neither. I could have stayed like that for the rest of my days, pushing aside reality and fear and the looming prospect of being on the run. I wanted to beg him to really keep me safe, and somehow solve all my problems for me.
What a joke. My problems were too big and I would never get him or any of his family tangled up in my mess. All I had was this perfect moment, that would soon only be a memory.
I straightened up, shoving everything aside except the gorgeous man I was riding, whose hands were roaming every inch of my body he could reach. I took him in from his tousled golden hair to his intense eyes. Down his hard, muscular chest and rippling abs. My gaze followed the course of his strong hands, finally grabbing one and bringing it to my mouth.
He traced my lips with his thumb, a slow smile blooming on his handsome face. As I rose up and pushed down hard to take him deep inside me, his eyes never left mine. As he pulled me down for another kiss, I breathed him in. Masculine and woodsy, a hint of his cologne mingled with the smoke from the explosion. And my own scent and taste on his lips as he devoured mine.
When he released me, he had a devilish glint in his eyes. Lifting me off of him, he flipped me onto my back and was on top of me. The moment my legs wrapped around his waist, he plunged deep inside me again.
“You drive me crazy,” he said. “Even when I have you, I still want you so damn much.”
“Hurry,” I pleaded, driven to the brink of need once more and no longer thinking about forever. “Faster, harder. Please, Dan.”
“I love it when you beg,” he said, but did as I pleaded.
When he was buried so deep inside me that I gasped, I locked my arms around his neck, holding on like I would never let go. He pulled me up, keeping me close, moving me like a rag doll. The exquisite pleasure built and built with every hard thrust of his cock. He slowed down, teasing me, making me beg some more.
When his fingers trailed down my belly to find my clit, I forgot everything but him and screamed. A second later, the pillow was mashed over my face to the sounds of Dan’s strangled laugh.
“I love it, but you’re the one who wants everything secret,” he groaned, still circling my clit in delicious torment as he thrust hard and deep.
After a huge groan, he fell on top of me, shoving the pillow aside. I laughed weakly, holding onto him as he rolled away. This was everything, all I wanted. It couldn’t last much longer, but I was going to enjoy the hell out of it now.
With the covers pulled up over us, he smoothed some hair out of my face, tracing his fingertip down the side of my jaw. “Once again I have no words,” he said, his eyes locked with mine.
“Me neither,” I said. “Maybe we don’t need them.”
He smiled, not having to say a single thing. I closed my eyes and snuggled close, just for a few more minutes.
