Page 64 of Bratva Queen

“Okay, enough of that.” He pulled me up and I twisted my body around until I straddled his lap. He brushed my hair away from my face and looked at my neck. “You’re going to be wearing that pretty necklace for a long time.”

I tried to laugh without it hurting, “You mean a scar?”

He nodded, chuckling. “Too soon?”

“Yes!” I pushed against his chest and he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me against him with a soft smile.

“You’re so beautiful, no one will even look down to see it.”

I watched him in the dim light, running my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “Why did you never say things like this before?”

“When?”

I shrugged lightly, “When I was a dancer. When I fell in love with you, but you were just… a statue.”

He sighed, his hands never stopping, always moving across my body. “Trust me, baby, I was thinking it. But if I said it… If I had let you know how I truly felt, you wouldn’t have left me alone.”

I rolled my eyes, speaking sarcastically. “Okay, Casanova…”

He chuckled, pressing on. “Seriously, if I’d have admitted to falling for you, we would have been inseparable. Kind of like we are now.” He looked down at our bodies, pressed together no matter which position we were in. “And this,” he dragged his finger across my neck, careful to not touch the stitches. “Would have happened a long time ago. Before you had the chance to have children, or plan your mother’s funeral, or see Greece.”

I swallowed carefully, hearing his words loudly, even though they were spoken so softly. I sighed and leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I still would have liked to hear it back then.”

He laughed, pressing forward to kiss me. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispered against my lips. As he continued the kiss, he lifted me up and walked us over to the bed. “You are incomparable… stunning… sexy.” Every word was whispered into my mouth, between soft, pressing kisses.

When we reached the bed he sat down, lowering me onto his lap. “Am I making up for it?”

“It’s a start,” I smiled, then reached out to lift the thick blankets and crawl underneath, where he joined me. Our bodies came together, intertwining so effortlessly.

“It feels selfish of me to say, because I’m so far away from my boys, but I am so happy right now.”

“Yeah?” He asked, kissing my cheek and my neck. “Why’s that, Isa baby?” His voice was growing deeper, challenging me to be honest.

“Because I can take my time with you now…” I kissed his lips and rolled over onto him. “And I can scream your name out loud…” Slowly, I sat up and pulled my clothes off, undressing him too. The cabin was warm from the constant fire but I kept us huddled under the covers, loving how normal it felt to share a bed with him.

“I can’t believe I spent so many years without you,” Alek said, his hands running down my sides and touching my bare hips, wider and softer than they were before I had any children, but he seemed to love it. I pushed down onto my elbows so my breasts were pressed against his wide sculpted chest and pulled my long hair over to one side.

“Me neither. But we’re together now.” I kissed him, gradually swaying my hips so I could run my quickly-building wetness against his already hard cock.

“Forever, baby,” he said softly, moving his hands around to hold my ass firmly and pull me down against him.

“Forever,” I whispered, so convinced it was true. I would get my sons back somehow, but at least I knew I had Aleksei for life.

I lifted up and bit my lip as he guided his dick along my wet slit and pressed between my pussy. I remained there, penetrated by him, and kissed him slowly. I felt a wave of pleasure sweep over me as I adjusted to his size. He felt so good inside me, and I moved with him, finding a rhythm that increased in intensity as our passion grew. We moved in synchronization, our breath’s short and shallow.

“I could burst just from the pulsating of your perfect pussy, baby,” Alek said, trying to hold still but clamping his teeth together in restraint.

I giggled, “I can’t help that you feel so good inside of me…” Then began to pull up and push back down, rolling my hips in slow circles as I did so.

“Jesus, it’s like you’re dancing for me while I’m inside you,” he groaned, sliding his hands up and cupping my tits, thumbing my nipples.

“Oh Alek,” I answered, “I was always dancingfor youbaby… imagining what this would feel like…”

“You did?” He asked, licking his lips. “While you were on stage?”

I slid my hands forward to lower myself onto his body again, grinding my body and my clit down against him. His hands moved down my back as I spoke. “While I gave you that lap dance… While I was on stage… While I was waitressing, I was always wanting to do this with you.”

“Fuck, Isabel…” He groaned, pushing up, deeper into me. “I never thought your body could be mine.”

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