Page 19 of Bratva’s Stolen Bride (Obsessed Bratva Bosses #1)
PAYTON
I’ve never felt so content in my life. My body is buzzing from head to toe, and it sounds ridiculous, but I can still feel Feliks inside me. Or the echo of him. My inner passage feels as though it has been massaged, and the whole area between my legs is humming.
My head is clear, and every time a worry creeps forwards to intrude, the sated pleasure of how good he’s made me feel acts as a defensive shield.
I’m lying half over Feliks’ chest, his strong arms around me, the steady thud of his heart beneath my cheek, and his solid thigh between mine. He’s breathing evenly, and running the fingers of one hand through my hair.
“My wife,” he murmurs eventually, the sound going through my body as much as into my ears. “I love you.” Then he repeats words in Russian, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
He squeezes me tighter, and I try to press myself to him. I can’t get close enough. Meeting him has been like magnets aligning. Feliks has snapped into place in my heart, and I don’t think I could pull myself away from him. I certainly don’t want to.
“I love you too.” I smooth my hand over his pectoral muscle, then up and over his shoulder, where the snake glares at me. He makes a low, purring noise, and I marvel at the way I can touch him. He’s mine.
“You have a lot of tattoos.” I want to memorise them. Know them all.
“Yes. I think I’m missing a little fox,” he replies with amusement. “I might see if I can have one across my chest where you are now, that runs over all the others, like you have in my life.”
“You’ll get a fox tattoo?” I lift my head to look fully into his face. I’m absurdly pleased.
“Of course.” He cups the nape of my neck in a possessive gesture that floods me with yet more arousal, despite everything we’ve already done. “I have a new tattoo when something important happens.”
“They’re like achievement stickers,” I joke to disguise the fluttering in my tummy.
“Being a mafia boss is hard,” he says dryly. “I deserve stickers.”
“What about the snake?” It feels dangerous and daring to run my hand over the stark geometric lines of the snake’s body as it curves around his bicep.
“Ah, yes.” He sighs. “I thought I’d add a section to that, but it might be more than one, though not for the reason I imagined.”
I tilt my head to the side, puzzled.
“You can see that the snake isn’t complete?” He twists his arm to show me where it comes to an abrupt halt, without a tail. He traces a small rectangular part of the snake’s body. “Each section represents a life I’ve taken.”
His simple words grab me by the throat, because there are a lot of those twisting around his bicep.
I’m silent for a moment.
“Don’t be too sad,” he adds wryly. “That tattoo might represent death, but it’s also life. Mostly, if I hadn’t killed those men, they would have killed me.”
“Then I’m glad,” I say passionately. “I’m happy you did what you needed to so you’re here with me.”
Understanding passes between us.
“Maybe eventually I’ll have the tail inked gradually darker with every year that goes by without me killing anyone.”
“I’d like that.”
We smile at each other. Then he increases the pressure on the back of my neck until I come, willingly, and kiss him, and he pulls me down fully on top of him, and I gasp as his erection digs into my thigh.
“Again?” I whisper against his lips. “I thought men needed?—”
He rumbles a rueful laugh. “I just need you .”
Later, after multiple orgasms and some very filthy words to accompany me taking Feliks in my mouth, and a luxurious meal for lunch because we’re both ravenous, we return to the beach.
We splash in the sea, Feliks chasing me, me pretending to swim away and struggle, when all I want is to be with him.
I have my arms around his neck and we’re kissing in the shallow water when a slight buzzing starts, at first almost imperceptible. Then louder, and my heart pounds as Feliks breaks our kiss to look out to sea, where a spec has appeared on the horizon.
A boat.
“What is it?”
“Trouble.” He hoists me solidly into his arms as fear grips my throat. “And death.”