Page 58 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
He drew nearer, closing the distance between us. The way his eyes darted across my body sent jolts of electricity coursing through me. He was too close, and now I was struggling with the erotic thoughts creeping into my mind.
I’d always wanted to be fucked on a balcony in the cover of night. It was one of my sexual fantasies, and it wouldn’t be bad at all if I checked that off the list tonight.
My heart was pounding like a drum, my palms sweaty all of a sudden.
He had that hunger in his eyes—like he’d devour me at any moment from now. God, that’s exactly what I wanted!
I was fine just a couple of seconds ago, but his presence, his aura, had turned me on in the blink of an eye. I should hate how vulnerable I was around him. But I didn’t. I enjoyed my vulnerability, enjoyed the dominance he exuded.
Lev stopped before me, his imposing frame towering over me. “I wanted to thank you for standing up for me tonight,” he said, a glimpse of gratitude dancing in his eyes.
My brain almost went blank as I held his gaze, but luckily for me, there was still a thread of sanity that I could tug at. And I did, regaining my composure.
“It’s, uh….” I lowered my head, fingers pushing some hair strands behind my ear. “It’s nothing really.”
I wanted to ask him who Valarian Tarasov was, but I couldn’t bring myself to ruin this moment. We’d talk about that some other time, but for now, I’d rather focus on the present.
The air was charged with sexual tension, and his eyes wouldn’t stop sweeping over my body. The sheer lace chemise I wore was see-through, revealing the curve of my breasts and my underwear.
He didn’t mask his desire, didn’t bother hiding how attractive he thought I was. He didn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t have to; it was etched in his gaze. His eyes drank in the shape of my body, the curve of my breasts, and the panties underneath.
The lust flickering in his eyes ignited a fire within me, and it wouldn’t stop burning.
“Is there something on your mind?” I asked, my voice low and seductive.
He hesitated, his gaze dropping to my cleavage before settling on my face again. “Yes, there is.”
“Would you like to share?” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.
His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Why don’t I show you instead?”
Before my brain could process his words, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine. The kiss was fiery—tongues swirling in our mouths with his hands all over my body.
We devoured each other’s lips until he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “You smell so good.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and a bright smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. He kissed the nape of my neck as I dipped back, basking in the euphoria of his touch.
He palmed my breasts over the fabric of my dress, one at a time. My hands traversed his broad torso, feeling the ridges of my abs beneath my skin. A soft purr escaped me as his gentle squeezes on my boobs eased the tension hanging on my shoulders.
He fondled my breasts with a massaging motion, slow and reverent. Lost in a sea of ecstasy, I let out a throaty moan, my hands caressing his head. He leaned in, pulling me closer to himself, his erection grazing my thighs.
With one arm around my waist, he held me in place, and with the other, he slid up my thigh.
“Fuck,” I moaned quietly, my heartbeat steadying by the minute. “Oh, my goodness, that’s so good,” I confessed the second his fingers found their way underneath my panties.
Lev took his time to finger my pussy, slowly and gently. Each stroke fanned the flames ignited within me, drawing raw, unrestrained moans from my lips.
He turned me around soon after, and I gripped the cool railing for support. Lev spanked my ass, forcing a cry out of me.He did it again and again, my moan growing louder on each strike. He slipped both hands under the hem of my dress and withdrew my panties.
I was still wondering what he was about to do to me when he dropped to his knees behind me. Lev gently parted my legs, grabbed my ass, and split it in two.
“Wha—what’re you doing?” I whispered, my heart racing in anticipation.
He didn’t reply with words; the chill of his tongue on my asshole said it all.
“Ohhh, my God!” I gasped, my grip tightening around the railing. “Fuck.”
He buried his face between my butt cheeks and rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue over my exit. I gripped the railing tighter as if anchoring myself to reality. The feeling was electric, especially when he moved his tongue in slow circles around my a-hole.
