Page 22 of Pregnant Bratva Hostage (Dubrov Bratva #17)

Her hair is spilling in a wave behind her; her hair clip must have fallen off when she jumped in.

She moves against me, rubbing her body over mine, rocking her hips, and letting her hands explore my body as they trace over my skin.

It’s cold, but suddenly I can hardly feel it. All I feel is her.

I cup my hand over her perfect breasts. Her nipples are hard, caught between being cold and aroused.

My kiss trails over her neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and she tilts her head back.

I lift her out of the water and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it until it feels warm again. She moans, holding onto my shoulders.

My cock is rock-hard against her, brushing between her legs in the water.

She reaches down and wraps her hand around it, massaging back and forth and making me groan loudly.

Her lips find mine again, and I push my tongue into her mouth, threading my hand around her hair and pulling gently. She rubs my cock over her pussy, and when she presses my cock into her body, I can’t resist—I grab her hips and pull her down onto my shaft.

I slide deep into her, thrusting myself forward as I tug her down.

She cries out and grabs my biceps to steady herself. I thrust into her again and again.

Water splashes over us. I want to fuck her harder than this. I want to plunge so deep inside her that her body is wrapped around my cock like a sleeve.

I pull out, and she complains with a soft whimper.

I turn towards the edge of the pond and press her back against one of the smooth rocks, lifting her out of the water. I lay over her, pushing her legs apart with my hips. I wrap my hand around her jaw and thrust into her again as I lean forward onto her.

“Fuck,” I growl darkly, pushing forward again. My cock slides deep insider her, and her lips part as her head tilts back in pleasure. She holds onto my wrist as I lock her in place with my hand, letting my grip slide down to her throat.

Each time I thrust into her, her body jolts beneath me at the force of my penetration. She gasps, getting louder with each movement. She locks her legs around my hips and spreads herself wider for me as my cock stretches her tight little pussy open.

Tania is making the most beautiful sounds beneath me, and her legs are starting to shake as she fights for control, but I can see the pleasure overwhelming her. She arches up against my hips when I rock forward.

The forest around us absorbs the sounds, and I trace my fingers down her neck, between her breasts, and across the dip between her ribs.

She is so fucking beautiful. Her body is perfect.

My cock grows harder as her pussy tightens on me.

She digs her nails into my skin and gasps for breath—her orgasm slams into her and she calls out my name.

I thrust forward again as her muscles lock me in.

My cock pulses and throbs as I release my pleasure into her.

***

We’re laughing as we try to wiggle back into our clothes, but our skin is wet, and her tights are tight. She sits down on the rock and tugs at her pants, pulling them up slowly.

“Thank you for bringing me here, Ark,” she says, looking around the forest and waterfall.

“We’re not at the top yet, darling. Get your shoes on. It’s not far.”

Walking behind her up the last stretch of the hill, I’m smiling, watching her cute ass as she leans forward to scramble up the rocks.

“Wow,” she exclaims as she stands up straight. I climb up next to her, letting the backpack drop off my shoulder onto the ground next to my feet.

“Now that—is a view,” I nod, taking it in. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close, looking down at her to enjoy her reaction.

“It’s incredible.”

“Are you hungry?” I ask, grabbing the handle of the pack and carrying it towards a flat patch of rock.

I tug the pack open and start unpacking different containers of snacks.

Crackers, cheese, cold cuts, pickles, spreads, figs in syrup—I slowly spread them all out, and Tania sits down next to me to pop the lids off each container.

“You really planned this to the last detail,” she says, her eyes bright when she looks at me. It warms my heart.

She’s smiling. This is exactly what I wanted.

Tania is chewing on a cheese and fig biscuit, her eyes out towards the horizon, looking at the city far below us—all the buildings and cars and people blurring into one perfect scene.

“You have no idea how much my life has changed, Ark,” she says quietly, glancing at me, then quickly looking away.

“What do you mean? Is it good or bad?”

“Things like this—a hike, the swim, the picnic—I’ve never been able to do stuff like this.

Every move I made, I had to get permission from my uncle.

There were strict places I could and couldn’t go.

There were no spontaneous, fun days in nature or quick changes of plan that meant I had time to swim instead of rushing somewhere else.

I’ve never felt freedom like this before.

These past few months I…” Her voice trails off.

I wait, but she is lost in emotion, her eyes glittering.

“What, darling?” I encourage her to tell me.

“I’ve never felt so alive. Like I’m actually living life.”

She smiles at me, and my heart practically shatters with happiness to hear her words.

I reach over, wrap my hand around her face, and pull her into a kiss.

It’s the perfect day. With the most incredible woman.