Page 44 of The Pakhan's Kidnapped Bride
Chapter 13 - Emmanuil
She bites her lower lip, staring up at me with those chocolate brown eyes. They’re wide and filled with horror after her accidental confession.
Her confession has my cock pulsing so fucking hard that I can barely think straight.
I run my hand down her side, over her waist, along her thigh, then back up again, pulling her dress with it, revealing more of her legs and her hips. My body is electrified, aching for her.
She hasn’t been with anyone else. Why?
Was she not over me? Was it because of me?
No other man has touched her, and it’s everything I wanted to know. There is nothing else she could’ve said to make me want her as much as I do right now.
I want to claim her all over again.
“Why, kitten?” I demand, wrapping my hand around her jaw, pulling her face up towards mine, and growling against her lips. “Why did you never move on?”
She shudders beneath my touch. Fear or desire? They both look the same in her eyes.
Her breath is warm against my mouth.
“It hadnothingto do with that,” she blurts out. “It has nothing to do with you.” She says, but I can hear it in her voice. It’s not true. The quiver, the way she’s trying to convince herself.
“I don’t believe you,” I growl, slipping my hands around her ass cheeks and lifting her onto the kitchen counter. I push her legs apart and step closer.
She gasps and tries to shift backwards, away from me. I grab her hips and pull her forward with her legs spread and her pussy pushed against my cock. Her body crashes into mine, and the air is pushed from her lungs. She turns her face to the side, closing her eyes and fighting for self-control.
I have no self-control left.
I rub my hands up her thighs, shifting her dress higher, out of the way.
“If you think it’s because I never got over you, you’re delusional. It’s beenyears,” she says, breathless, no longer trying to get away. She spreads her legs wider and gasps as I rock my cock against her.
I won’t fight this anymore. She is clay in my hands, mine to mold as I please.
I should have taken what I wanted ages ago; she wouldn’t have stopped me. She’s waited years for me. For this.
My heart beats faster with the realization that I will be inside her again.
I grab her face, my fingers digging into her cheeks as my lips crash into hers. My mouth covers her lips as I claim her with a kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth and rubbing my cock against her.
She moans softly against my lips, urging me to carry on. Her fingers twist in my shirt as she tugs me closer.
I slide one hand up her inner thigh, between her legs. My fingers brush over her pussy.
She takes a sharp breath and rocks herself against my hand. I slip my fingers beneath the lace of her panties and pull them aside.
She’s soaked.
Beautifully soaked.
And all I want is to taste her.
Grabbing her knees, I step back and lift them, propping her feet against the kitchen counter, spreading her legs even wider. She leans back, her hands against the counter, her back arched as I bend down and press my mouth over her perfect, pink little pussy.
I lick her in long, slow strokes, my tongue lapping up her desire, teasing her as I dip it into her pussy and pull it out again.
I swirl slow circles over her clit, and she moans, threading her fingers over the back of my head, knotting them in my hair, and pressing my mouth tighter against her pussy.
