Page 34 of Mafia King’s Broken Vow (New York Bratva #5)
He glides down my belly to my pubic bone, biting me gently, swiping the fabric aside and teasing me with his tongue. He then sits up and kneels at my feet, taking off my panties and leaving me completely bare.
“Now spread those pretty legs for me, little doctor.”
His eyes lock on my exposed center, desire flashing behind his ocean blue eyes. He grabs my thighs and pushes them apart, lifting one leg and swirling his tongue at my ankle,
“Oh, please,” I moan as he licks my leg, the touch resonating deep in my belly.
“I didn’t hear you, Mila. Are you saying you’re mine?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yours. Only yours.”
Satisfied, he slides his tongue up my leg, to my knee and up my thigh, and I shake at the anticipation. He turns to my other knee and trails his tongue higher, licking, kissing, sucking, until his face is between my legs, his nose buried in my sex.
“You smell divine,” he murmurs, then pushes his face into my opening. “Let’s see how sweet you taste, milaya .”
He blows gently at the length of my sex, and I want to combust. “Please, Yakov.”
He takes a first lick up my opening, then stops to look at me expectantly. “Please what?”
“Please eat me,” I whimper, pushing my hips up and searching for friction.
“Good girl,” he snarls approvingly. “I like it when you tell me what you want.”
Strong hands grip my legs, spreading them to his liking.
He begins to tease, his tongue circling my clit with maddening precision.
He swirls his tongue around, keeping up the torture.
My body bows and convulses at the touch.
It takes only a few moments for the tight knot of pleasure in my core to grow, spiraling outward until I’m squirming under him, moaning encouragement in words and gasps and movement.
“Look at you, so needy, wanting to come. Soon, I will give you what you need.”
He adds his fingers, slipping one, then two inside me, stretching me with steady, relentless strokes.
“Oh, my God,” I pant at the stretch. “That’s so…I can’t…Oh, fuck.” The combination of his dirty words, fingers, and mouth sends me flying over the edge, whimpering his name as I cling to the sheets, caught by the force of my orgasm.
I come back to myself slowly, aware of him smiling that rare smile he reserves for me, then moving up my body. He covers me completely, hands braced beside my head, weight on his forearms, but far enough that no part of us touches.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, tracing my cheek with his thumb. “So beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
“I want you inside me.” The words don’t sound like me, and yet they are. “Please.”
He kisses me then, tasting of me and him and something shared. Our tongues tangle together, the urgency intensifying, this time directed at a specific goal. A goal that becomes reality moments later as he moves between my legs, aligning himself at my entrance.
My hand slides over his hip, feeling the tensing muscles beneath his skin.
Slowly, he eases into me. When he bottoms out, he stills for a moment, filling me more thoroughly than I ever thought possible.
Holy fuck.
“How’s this?” His breath comes in hard gasps, the strain in his voice revealing just how close he is to losing control.
“Good. Keep going,” I reply, bending my knees to change the angle, the shift making us both groan.
He starts moving, slowly at first, then fast and hard, bringing me closer to the edge with every thrust.
I dig my fingernails into his back, unable to do anything but hold on for the ride. It’s as though his need is filling me, pushing and pressing and pulsing. Before long, he’s pounding so deep inside me, it’s as though he’s part of me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him, and he obliges, his breath coming hard and fast, little pants on my neck.
“Fuck, Mila.”
He continues sliding in and out of me, watching my eyes closely.
“Come for me again, milaya .” His voice is raw in my ear.
As if in agreement, my pussy tightens around his cock.
He hisses, eyes closing as his hips pick up even more speed, almost as if he’s competing with himself.
I explode around him while he continues to pound into me.
Feeling me convulse, he groans as he reaches his climax, then he stills and collapses on top of me.
In this moment, I realize I would do anything for him. I am his. Body and soul.
He leans up on his elbows and stares into my eyes. “We are good together, little doctor.” I stare up at him, grasping for rational thought.
I rake my fingers down his back, pressing against his hip with one hand as the other tangles in his hair, tugging his head toward mine as I rise up to meet his lips. The kiss is quick and intense.
“Yakov…” My voice is hoarse as the orgasm finally subsides. “Fuck, that was…”
“That was everything, Mila,” he replies. “You’re amazing.”
His eyes meet mine, and the moment suspends. I hear the echo of his last words. Everything. This, what we have, has become…everything.
Yakov cradles me close, keeping his thick, pulsating cock inside me for a while longer. And I know that nothing will ever be the same again.
We have entered entirely new territory, both literally and figuratively.
A territory where monsters can be redeemed.
The knowledge should terrify me. Instead, I wrap myself even tighter around him, unwilling and unready to relinquish whatever this connection between us is.