Page 52 of Hunted By the Bratva

Taking a deep breath, I lowered myself onto one knee, pulling out a little black box and opening it. Looking up into her shiny eyes, I spoke softly but clearly. “So, now I ask if you will do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you, Clara, spend the rest of your days with me?”

Her hands instantly went up to cover her mouth. Tears streaked down her face as I felt a lump forming in my throat. Shebobbed her head up and down so rapidly that I was afraid she was going to break her neck.

She held out her hand for me to slip the diamond ring onto her finger. It fitted perfectly. I rose and pulled her into my arms. She hugged me tightly as I whispered into her ear. “I love you, Printessa. I never want any distance between us again.”

Easing up, I looked into her eyes as I continued. “You, my love, can choose our honeymoon destination. Anywhere in the world you want to go.”

Clara kissed me deeply before replying. “Oh, we need to visit France, no, maybe Italy.” She rolled her eyes and then added. “But Paris is the romance capital of the world.”

“You have plenty of time to make up your mind,” I said, taking her hand. I led her to a small picnic setup that I had the guards place in the middle of the flower field. “Maybe we can do both,” I added as we sat down, and I poured the non-alcoholic champagne.

I loved the way she smiled at me. Clara seemed to be glowing. As we finished our glass of champagne, I spoke again. “You want to head in? Go to bed?”

Clara shook her head lightly as she replied. “I’m too excited to sleep. Maybe a movie and hot chocolate?”

“Sure thing,” I said, getting up. I held out my hand, and Clara took it. Embracing her, I led her inside to the living room. I lit the fireplace. Turning, I saw her sitting on one of the double couches. I headed to the kitchen and made some hot chocolate with marshmallows on top.

Returning, I found her sitting on the rug before the fireplace. “Isn’t the couch better?” I asked, bending down next to her. She shook her head softly as she took her cup. I sat downnext to her. We watched the fire for a bit in silence, sipping our hot chocolate.

Clara spoke as she lay her head on my shoulder. “I love you so much.”

Turning my head an inch, I kissed her forehead. “I love you more,” I uttered.

Clara turned her head up. Our lips met with passion. Her kisses were filled with warmth and softness. Placing my hand behind her neck, I lightly bent it back to kiss her neck. Moving back to her mouth, she allowed my tongue to explore.

I quickly removed her clothing before taking off mine. I pulled her up onto her knees as I stood on mine before her. “You are an amazing woman,” I breathed out as my hands explored her body.

I felt her gripping my hose and giving it some quick strokes. I was instantly hard. Kissing her neck, I whispered. “Turn around.”

Clara smiled at me and did as I asked. Pushing down softly on her upper back, she bent forward, resting her arms on the coffee table before her. As she did this, she bent her back in, pushing out her ass. Glancing at me over her shoulder, she smiled as she licked her lips.

Shaking my head lightly, I moved closer. I held my hose and jiggled it up and down her flower garden before sliding it into her. Clara lifted her head and moaned loudly. I started moving slowly. I wanted it to last forever.

She moaned louder and louder as I moved. Leaning forward, I cupped her breasts and squeezed softly. Clara bent her upper body to the side to look me in the eyes. “I love you,” she whispered.

She moved her one hand up and down my chest and abs, sending chills up my spine. Gripping her hips, I pushed hard a couple of times. Clara closed her eyes as her moans filled the room.

Using my one hand, I reached down and caressed her point until she was shaking and screaming with delight. I felt her flower closing around my hose. I shoved into her a couple of times, fast and hard. I felt her come as I also released.

Clara moved back and lay down on the rug, staring at me. Bending down, I kissed her hard. Moving to the side, I grabbed the pillows from the couch and placed them on the floor before the fireplace.

Clara lay down as I pulled a blanket from the other couch to cover us. Lying down beside her, I wrapped my arms around her middle, holding tightly. “You are my forever home,” I whispered as I drifted off.

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