Page 23 of Forced & Pregnant Bratva Bride (Tarasov Bratva #13)

Her cleavage was exposed, the see-through fabric barely concealing her gentle swells. Beneath that dress was a sexy body and a pair of panties that seemed to be calling out to me.

I watched her eyes roam my body with a familiar hunger. Her chest was heaving softly, and although she hadn’t said a word, those eyes did the talking. I wasn’t born yesterday—I knew a horny woman when I saw one. And my wife…she was horny as fuck.

She bit her lower lip—discreetly, of course. But I caught the move. The same way I caught her thighs brushing against each other. Etched into her gaze was desire, the kind that made my cock swell behind the towel.

Her eyes traveled across my body like she’d already stripped me naked in her mind. Leona drew closer, tilting her head to meet my gaze. The air was thick with tension and the sweet scent of her signature perfume.

“Still feeling tender down there?” she asked, her gaze dipping below my groin.

I scoffed. “Wanna find out?” My eyes dropped to her half-exposed breasts.

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What if I would?” I asked, my tone deep and husky as I played her little game. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

She stepped closer, her manicured fingers tracing the ridges of my abs, slow and reverent. “Only one way to find out,” she whispered, tilting her chin up.

My pulse spiked, eyes dark with need, and before my brain would even analyze the situation, my hands had already sprang into action. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me, my cock hard between my legs.

She didn’t withdraw; she didn’t flinch either, only stared into my eyes with intense fervency. My lips were inches from hers, my face mirroring hers as our hearts beat as one. She moved her waist, her thighs grazing my cock—an intentional move that stirred up a flutter in my chest.

This entire time, neither of us broke eye contact, and neither of us took that bold step either.

My hand slipped through her hair, fingers digging into her flesh. She let out a sweet purr, her face softening the more I massaged the back of her neck. Her fresh breath was warm against my skin, her quiet moans music to my ear.

With my other hand, I grabbed her ass, molded it in my palm, and then spanked it. She winced, biting her lower lip. Her manicured hands traversed my torso—slow and deliberate.

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna take me?” she whispered, bold and unapologetic.

I withdrew my hand from her behind her neck and gently traced my thumb over the sexy curve of her mouth. Her breath hitched, her body trembling beneath my touch as her lips parted slightly to accept my thumb.

She sucked on it, and her eyes lifted to look me in my face, hunger and passion flickering just beneath the surface.

My hand left her waist and dared to slide up her thigh, inching the hem of her dress higher as it went. I settled on her underpants, and that was when I realized just how soaking wet she was.

A soft moan fell from her lips, and her body stiffened when I slipped my finger beneath her panties. She lifted her head toward the ceiling, her arms wrapping around my body. She whimpered, low and breathy, forehead pressing against my chest for balance.

I went deeper.

“Fuck.” She let out a quiet gasp, the sound trembling from her throat like a secret she didn’t mean to tell.

Her response was welcoming, a clear indication that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. What other invitation was more obvious than this?

I mirrored her face, reveling in the desire flickering in her gaze and the purrs escaping those cherry lips inches from mine. I pushed deeper and deeper, feeling her fingers raking my back.

She was so wet—so warm and so slippery. Just the way I liked it.

“Kiss me,” she murmured, her eyes boring into mine.

At last, she asked for it—just as I’d intended.

Her gaze flickered to my mouth, lips quivering subtly. She was overwhelmed by passion, and I could nearly hear the sound of her beating heart—rapid, tense.

Then came the kiss, long overdue.

Our lips crashed like a wave: hard, fast, and hungry. She drew in a deep breath, her tongue sliding into my mouth and vice versa. I held the back of her neck, pulling her flush against me. She gasped, exhaling sharply.

Her fingers fisted the towel at my hips, her moves wild and desperate. The kiss intensified, fanning the flames of passion that threatened to consume us both. I devoured her lips, my tongue invading her mouth like a hungry beast.

Her skin was fire beneath my hands, her lips a drug I felt addicted to. Carefully, I lifted her in my arms, her legs locking around my waist. She lowered her head, her red hair spilling down like a river of blood. Her palms cupped my face, her kiss hot and fervent.

I walked across the room, and just a few paces further, I felt the towel slip off my hips, leaving me bare—completely naked. She didn’t break the kiss even though it left us both gasping for air.

We couldn’t get enough of each other, and when I lay her back on the bed, her hand slid down to grab my cock. I left her lips and gazed into her eyes with my fingers in her hair. We didn’t speak. Words would ruin the moment.

I kissed the nape of her neck, my cock hardening in her gentle grip as I lowered myself over her body. Her left spaghetti strap had already slipped off her shoulder, leaving her breast almost exposed. Slowly, I tugged down the fabric concealing her nipple, and the entire mold came into view.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perky—a bit saggy.

Her peak was hard and pink, her chest rising and falling with slow breaths. I bent over, my tongue licking her nipple with quiet reverence as I basked in the moans that left her lips.

I fondled that breast, worshipped it, and then finally took it in my mouth.

“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, her body writhing beneath me.

With my free hand, I palmed the second breast while still sucking the first. Dual action.

Her moans filled the room, soft and tender.

I slid one hand down, caressed her thigh, and then traveled up to her tunnel. As I sucked her breasts, one at a time, I was fingering her pussy simultaneously.

She arched her back, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath us. “What’re you doing to me, Egor?” she moaned, her thighs closing around my hand.

I didn’t respond. Just kept working on her absolutely stunning body.

A moment later, I left her breasts and reached to kiss her lips again. She kissed me back, slow and easy, her palm resting on my cheek.

The idea was to explore her body in ways she never thought possible, to reach as deep into her mind and soul as I could. I wanted to feel her, every tremble, every gasp. She was mine, and I intended to claim every inch of her skin—every curve of her body.

Tonight, I’d leave a mark on her soul, one to always remind her that she belonged to me.

I buried both hands beneath the hem of her gown, and with one slow drag, I took her panties off. She placed her legs on my shoulders, her chest heaving with anticipation. I tilted my head and kissed her toes, my hands caressing her thighs.

She shivered, cheeks flushed, her red hair spilling fire against the pillow. Her eyes, dark with desire, seemed to call out to me, the scent of her arousal wrapping around me like silk.

Kneeling between her legs, I watched her—drinking her in before dipping my head down her tunnel. My hands slid up the inside of her smooth thighs, and my lips pressed against her soft skin.

I glanced up at her and said, my voice low and husky, “I wanna taste you.”

Her breath hitched, throat wobbling as she swallowed hard. Leona nodded—barely—eyes wide with anticipation.

I lowered my head between her legs, my tongue parting her folds.

“Fuck…” she murmured, a soft exhale falling from her lips.

The first taste was like a spark behind my ribs: salty, sweet, and completely hers.

I circled her with my tongue, sucking, licking—my moves slow and teasing.

I took my time to explore her body, to eat her like a three-course meal.

I felt her every response to my touch—the gentle arch of her back and the tight grip against the sheets.

Her breaths turned into soft, broken moans, her fingers in my hair, pushing my head deeper like she couldn’t get enough.

“Egor…oh, Egor,” she whispered, lifting her hips to meet me, seeking more.

I held her thighs in place, eating and licking, determined to show her what true pleasure felt like. My thumb caressed the small knob on her clit, my tongue parting her folds with practiced ease. She tasted even better than the sweet scent of her arousal—juicy.

“That’s so good, Egor—that’s so good,” she whimpered, her voice laced with sheer pleasure.

Leona gripped the sheets tighter, her back arching higher, moans growing louder. Her legs locked around my shoulders, her hips rising, writhing against my mouth. She moaned, whimpered, and the sound sent shivers down my spine.

I didn’t stop. I kept eating. And eating.

My tongue swiped across her entrance in a slow up-down motion, my thumb caressing her clit. My drool mixed with her wetness, and from the way her body was trembling, it was safe to say the feeling was electric.

“You’re killing me softly,” she whispered, her sweet voice barely audible.

Every moan she gave me was sacred, and I took my time to adore and worship her body.

The sound of my name on her lips was sensational; it fueled my desire and amplified my need. I glanced up at her face, catching her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her chest rising slowly.

She tugged against the sheets, her legs trembling, knuckles whitening. One hand darted into her hair as her lips parted. “Right there, yes, yes, yes…” she whimpered, bucking her hips. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t you fucking stop.”

Her moans and pleas fanned the fire burning within me; all I wanted was to please her, to do as she instructed.

I kept eating; my moves were tactical and strategic.