Page 32 of Bratva Queen

I nodded, smiling excitedly and climbing onto him again. My hands quickly pressed against his chest, my favorite part of him, then swept up over his shoulders and down his biceps. Fuck, this man was so hard and soft at the same time, it baffled my brain completely.

His hands and eyes caressed my body equally. It seemed he couldn’t get enough of just touching me—his hands sliding from my back to my ribs, to my stomach and to my thighs, back around to my ass, where he swiped his fingers down between my butt cheeks, just enough to brush against my damp panties.

I gasped with need and rocked forward against him, but Alek slowly shook his head.

“Baby… you’ve been dancing for me for so long. All I’ve ever wanted to do was touch you. And not for me, but for you.”

I frowned, not entirely sure what he meant by that.

His eyes grew dark, and he spoke in a deep tone, “All I want, Isa, baby, is to make you come. Again, and again, and again.”

My cheeks heated up, and I drew in quick breaths. I had no time to answer because Alek gripped me by my waist and tipped me back, so I lay down on the wide coffee table, then he planted his face between my breasts.

“Ah!” I laughed with surprise, then held his head and dragged my nails through his hair. My thighs were still hanging over his as he sat forward with his hands holding my hips, and his face in my chest. His nose nudged at my breasts, and he pulled his cheek along the inner side before nipping at my nipple with his teeth, through the silk of the negligee.

“Oh!” I giggled, loving how he looked up at me with such a devilish smile—with my nipple still lightly clamped between his teeth. He released, then pushed down and sucked more than just my nipple into his mouth, soaking the material, swirling his hot tongue in circles.

“Alek!” I complained and began tugging at the lacey seam to let my wanting breasts free.

His hands quickly grabbed mine and set them above my head, hanging off the opposite side of the table.

“I told you,” he growled. “It’s my turn to touch, and your turn to be teased.”

Oh my God… I fucking loved it.

He used his tongue to lick my chest, moving down, hooking under the lace, until he popped my bare nipple into his mouth.

“Oh! Yes…” I arched my back, pushing up for more.

Alek’s hand released my wrists and slid down my arms, tickling me. Being with Alek was playful and loving and freeing. I found myself laughing and smiling so much more often than with Stepan—this kind of passion was different than what I expected. I thought it would be harsh and dangerous, like last time, but it was teasing and fun.

His hands cupped my tits and his thumbs freed both of my nipples, staring down at them longingly.

“Fuck. This is a fucking dream, isn’t it?”

He didn’t wait for an answer and quickly brushed the rough pads of his thumbs over my nipples before swirling his tongue around each one, taking turns, nipping at them with his teeth.

I didn’t know it was possible to spend so much foreplay time on just my breasts. It seemed I still had a lot to learn.

Finally, I felt his fingers drag down my sides and lift the little dress just high enough to see my panties. He stopped and smiled.

“You know what I liked to think about whenever I watched you dance?”

“What?” I asked in a breathy voice—feeling a weird relief to hear that he really did enjoy watching me.

“I just wanted to walk up to you and do this.”

With his palm facing me, he slipped my panties to the side and very lightly slid his middle finger along my soaking wet lips, not digging inside, just skimming along the wetness.

A shiver trembled through his body, as well as mine. “All I wanted was to give you everything you deserved,” he said softly, almost like he was talking to himself.

After a few more teasing strokes, his finger slowly slipped inside of me, pushing deeper, and deeper. It was sensual, not desperate. My body tensed with the teasing pleasure. He pushed all the way into me until I felt his knuckles lightly touch my panties still held to the side.

At this point, I was heaving with desire. He watched my face as he curled his finger inside of me, creating this sudden blooming effect in my pelvis.

“Oh!” I gasped.

He curled it again, and I realized that this man knew exactly where that famous G-spot was, becauseChrist, he kept stroking that finger against that specific spot slowly, torturously. Suddenly, without warning, he lifted his thumb and pressed it to my clit.

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