Page 34 of Innocent Bratva Twins

Leaning back, I look down at her. She takes my breath away and leaves me speechless. I can’t believe I finally have her.

Serafina’s eyes flash with tension.

“Are you okay?“ I ask, worried.

“I’m a virgin.” She blurts out her confession in a panic, her eyes darkening as she shifts beneath me, trying to get away.

This is the last thing I expected her to say.

And the most divine words that could have fallen from her lips.

“You’ve never been withanyone?” I ask, my voice thick with a dark streak of possessive desire that is consuming me. She’s untouched? A virgin? I can’t believe this. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly be more turned on than I am. My cock aches to take her, to be the first man inside her.

“I’ve never—I’m just—“ she stammers nervously.

I wrap my hand around her jaw and kiss her again. How is it possible for her to be any more perfect?

She melts against my mouth, letting out a soft breath of air.

But then she tenses again.

She’s nervous, hesitating.

And the last thing I want to do is force anything on her that she’s not ready for.

I stop, rolling to the side, but keeping my arm around her. I’m so reluctant to let her go, even if we aren’t going to have sex; I want her near me. I want her all to myself.

She has nothing to be embarrassed about.

Chapter 10 - Serafina

“I’m really sorry,” I whisper, dying inside. All I want to do is bolt out of here and go and hide in my hotel room and never speak of this moment again.

But my body is on fire.

Every cell, every inch of my skin, every thought is wildly inappropriate. I want him to devour every piece of me. To thrust into me and possess me in ways I have never felt before.

I shift awkwardly in his arms. He hasn’t let me go, so I haven’t been able to move away from him.

Nico is lying on his side; I’m lying on my back. He reaches over and brushes hair from my face.

“Serafina, there is nothing to be embarrassed about,” he says gently.

I bite my bottom lip, the heat on my cheeks growing uncomfortable.

He smiles. It’s not the same mocking smile I saw on my ex’s face. This smile is warm and genuine, soothing my anxiety as he looks down at me.

“I promise you, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. If you aren’t ready, that's perfectly fine.” His amber eyes look gold in this light.

My body is tingling, wanting him to kiss me again.

“It’s not—it’s not about not being ready,” I sigh, not able to look into his eyes anymore.

“What is it?” he asks patiently.

“It’s just that…something happened, with my ex—”

“What?” his voice becomes a little harder, and when his eyes grow dark, I realize he already wants to tear my ex apart and he doesn’t even know what happened.