Page 30 of Owned Bratva Bride

We devoured more than half of the contents of the basket while chatting about the most ordinary things.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” he slurred, kissing my neck.

“Lucien, we see each other every day,” I pointed out, chuckling.

“I was out of town throughout yesterday.”

“And you got back before midnight.”

“That was too many hours without touching you, baby.”

He lay back, pulling me down with him and rolling around so he was hovering over me.

“I love how you make me feel,” I told him, looking up into his eyes.

He raised a questioning brow.

“You make me feel wanted, you know, like I’m the most important person in your life. You look at me like I’m the only one you see.”

He kissed the corner of my lips.

“Baby, you’re the most valuable to my heart.”

His lips covered mine, and I kissed back, my affection mingling with his desire. His tongue swiped my lower lip, and I gave him entrance. Our tongues danced to a tune dictated by our pacing hearts.

“We’d better stop here,” he rasped when we finally broke apart for air.

Chuckling, his head came down to the crook of my neck.

“You don’t make it easy, either,” I accused, my fingers getting lost in his hair.

He kissed my jaw before lifting his head to meet my gaze.

Striking gray-blue eyes stared right into mine.

It was Eduard.

“Marielle,” he uttered, his voice strained. “What are you doing to me?”

I woke up with a start.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest.

I screwed my eyes shut and threw them open again in disbelief.

Why the hell would I dream of Eduard?

Dragging myself to sit up against the dark headboard, I exhaled through my mouth, trying to calm my racing heart.

As my heart beat slowed, my eyes flicked over to the large clock hanging on the west wall.

2:45 am.

It was just a dream.

Yawning, I settled back beneath the covers.

Agatha’s knocks woke me up later that morning.