Page 137 of Shattered Cradle (Makarova Bratva Duet)

I do the only thing I can do: close my eyes and moan.

He explores me the same way I explored him, licking and sucking and nipping at me until I’m writhing under his touch. When he pushes his tongue inside me, I gasp, stiffening from head to toe.

Aleks presses a hand to my chest and eases me back down. He works his tongue inside of me, alternating between shallow thrusts and flickering across my clit.

When I come, it’s so sudden and so violent that I can’t help but scream.

It’s fast and brutal, and when it’s gone, my body is still pulsing. Aleks crawls over me, dropping kisses along my body as he goes. I feel him at my stomach, my breasts, my neck.

He is everywhere.

He is everything.

“You smell incredible,” he whispers—just before he thrusts his cock inside me.

I moan again and take his entire length. I bury my nails into his arms and shoulder. I cling to any part of him I can.

When I open my eyes, Aleks is looking down at me. He’s watching me. And when our eyes connect, he doesn’t look away like I might’ve expected. He just thrusts harder.

It’s simple now, the meeting of our bodies. The way he slides in and out of me.

But looking up into his eyes as he fills me, it’s the hottest moment of my life.

When I come again, my body gripping his hard length, I don’t look away. One heartbeat after that, Aleks falls over the edge with me, never once looking away.

Only after the fire inside my belly finally subsides do I let myself close my eyes. I feel more satisfied and at ease than I have in ages. I expect Aleks to roll off me immediately, but he lingers, burying his face in my neck.

When he finally does get off of me, it’s with obvious reluctance. And when I reach for my gown, Aleks grabs my hand.

“Leave it there for now,” he orders. He settles back into his seat with a glimmer in his eye.

I frown. “Why?”

“I want to look at you. To savor you, for just a little while longer.”

32

ALEKS

“You look way too cheerful,” Jennifer tells me as she walks into the room. “I thought this was a strategy meeting, not a celebration.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Is that bitterness I’m hearing?”

She rolls her eyes and Demyan smiles, elbowing her in the arm. “He just had a great time at the wedding. Or maybe it’s fair to say he had a better timeafterthe wedding.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

Jennifer smirks. “You and the missus are getting along well, then?”

I glare at Demyan. “You’re such an old gossip.”

He laughs. “This is a good thing, man. Who would have thought that you and Olivia would actually be something?”

“The word ‘something’ is doing a lot of work in that sentence, my friend.”

Demyan rolls his eyes. “Don’t play coy. I see the way you look at her.”

“She’s carrying my child.”

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