Page 32 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva (Tarasov Bratva #12)

My lips parted into a small smile, and slowly, almost seductively, I strolled over to the bathroom door. While in motion, I slid the thin straps of my gown off my shoulders, one at a time. Barely two steps ahead, the fabric slipped off my body, pooling at my feet.

I paused in my tracks, stealing a glance over my shoulder while letting him enjoy the view from behind. He swiped a palm over his mouth but said nothing, didn’t have to; the smirk on his face said it all.

My lips twisted into a mischievous, self-satisfied grin, and with that, I walked into the bathroom. I slipped into the tub, had a nice warm bath, and stepped out all freshened up.

I stood by the bathroom door, a white towel wrapped around me, my hair still damp from the bath. Our gazes locked, but he didn’t say anything—he just watched me quietly, his eyes hovering over my body.

His gaze was unwavering even as I glided over to the full-length mirror to adjust my hair. Yulian rose from the edge of the bed and approached me, his imposing frame towering over me from behind.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he whispered, his lips inches from my ear.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that,” I replied with the same tone.

His fingers traced the tattoo along my spine, slow and easy, my body trembling beneath his touch. “You’re torturing me, and you know it.”

“Torture?” I asked, subtly shivering at his touch. “How so?”

He placed his hands on my waist and then gently pulled me to him, my ass against his groin. “Do you feel that…?” His warm, fresh breath brushed over my skin. “…how badly I want you? How hard I am for you?”

His words lit a fuse that danced beneath my skin, and I was soaked before I even realized it. My waist ground against his hardness, slow, measured, and gentle.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, melting into his chest, legs slightly parting for better access. “Or did you forget?”

His hands slid up my thighs, the hem of the towel lifting as he traveled up to my tunnel. “I didn’t want to be selfish,” he said, his hand resting on the front of my underpants. “I figured you needed some time to heal.”

I bit my lower lip, my head arching in response to his finger sliding up and down my soaked panties. A cold shiver ran down my spine, my thighs shifting apart as if seeking a deeper connection.

“I am healed,” I moaned softly, writhing against him, ass grinding over his groin.

He sniffed my neck, inhaling deeply. “Oh, God, you smell so good.”

My lips curled into a sexy grin, a flutter rising in my chest.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered in my ear, his finger finding its way under my panties. “So wet.”

“Fuck,” I murmured, my thighs brushing against each other, heart swelling with desire.

His other hand fondled my boobs over the fabric of the towel while simultaneously fingering my cunt.

“What’re you waiting for?” I asked amidst moans. “Take me already.”

He turned me around to face him, his hand on the back of my neck, lips inches from mine. Seconds later, he planted a slow, passionate kiss on my lips—that was impossible to resist even if I wanted to.

I drew a deep breath, my tongue invading his mouth right after he did the same. Heads danced to the rhythm of our kiss, his hand massaging the back of my neck.

I pushed him back toward the bed, where he dropped onto the mattress, balanced on his elbows. He watched me with a glint of lust flickering in his gaze. Gently, I loosened the folds of my towel and let it drop to my feet, leaving my body exposed.

His lips twisted into a sly smirk, his eyes roaming over my body with the same desire as the first time he saw me naked. I loved it. I lowered myself down on him, sitting on his face in reverse, settling into a 69 sex position.

He grabbed my ass and spanked my butt, his finger massaging my flesh as he licked my entrance with his tongue. I moaned, dipping my hand underneath his pants to withdraw his organ. It stood erect, pointing upward like the friggin’ Eiffel Tower.

I sniffed his hard cock, momentarily obsessed with the scent down there. My eyes rolled backward, an abrupt moan falling off my lips as he ate me up real good, his mouth taking in all of my juice. I returned the favor, my lips wrapping around his cap.

He was so good at eating my pussy that it was almost impossible to focus on sucking his cock. Yulian’s tongue and fingers sent tremors down my core—waves of ecstasy crashing against me. A thread of drool dripped off my lips, linking my mouth and his cap while I stroked his length.

His tongue reached places inside me that I didn’t think were possible, his thumb caressing my throbbing clit. He ate me up, explored my pussy, and sucked my nectar like a starving man.

I pushed some hair strands behind my ear, my head pressing downward. His cock was deep in my throat, my fingers playing with his sac. I choked, wheezed, and gagged, and when I withdrew from that monster cock, a loud gasp came forth. I swallowed hard, drooling all over his groin.

His thumb grazed my slippery entrance, back and forth, my grip a little loose around his cap. The feeling was ecstatic, and before long, I was ready for penetration.

I lifted my hips off his face, turning the other way around, my knees sinking into the mattress as I straddled him.

He wiped my juice off his mouth, his eyes boring into mine while I reached down and took his cock.

My teeth grazed my lower lip, body trembling subtly as I teased myself, rubbing his cap through my wet entrance.

Gently, I lowered my hips downward, a soft purr escaping me the deeper he travelled inside me. His cock stretched me out, reminding me of how much I missed having him inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so warm,” he whispered, holding my gaze.

With my hands on his chest, I moved my hips, slowly grinding over his groin. “And you’re so hard,” I replied, arching my back, both hands darting to my breasts.

He reached out and held my waist, his fingers pressing against my flesh, guiding my pace. I looked down, basking in the pleasure that etched his face. His groans were music to my ears, a gesture that fueled my desire, encouraged me to give my best.

“Damn,” he murmured, grinding from beneath me.

My lips curled into a self-satisfied grin. “You’ve waited long enough; allow me to make it up to you.”

“It was worth the wait. You’re worth the wait,” he said, groaning.

Our movements were in sync, slow and deliberate. The feeling was electric, the air filled with the scent of my arousal. I fondled my breasts, cupping them in my palms and deliciously pinching my hard nipples.

I threw my head backward, facing the ceiling, reveling in the feeling of his strong hands traversing my body. He traced my curves and contours, his touch fanning the flame burning within me.

My fingers combed through my hair, face a mask of pleasure, yet my hips were unrelenting. I rode him slowly, my spirit, soul, and body connecting to him. The sound of my soft moans wafted through the air like low music, my pussy wet with desire.

He tried to flip me over—to take back control—but I wasn’t finished yet.

I shook my head. “No, sir. You lay back and let me do the work,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “Let me please you tonight.”

“I just think you—”

“Shhh.” I placed a finger over his lips.

Knowing my husband, he was probably trying to point out that he thought I was too tired. He wanted to flip me over, not because he didn’t love me riding, but because he cared about my well-being.

Sweet.

But I wasn’t done yet.

Hadn’t come yet.

Once I did, I’d let him do with me as he pleased. But for now, there was still work to be done.

With each passing second, my pace quickened, need rising inside of me. He lifted his waist inches from the mattress, his hands holding on to his hips as he slammed into me with vigorous strokes.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned, my voice rising louder than before. “Yes, yes, yes…!” I rode him harder and faster.

Shockwaves spread across my body, my eyes rolling backward into their sockets, but still, I wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t even slow down.

He groaned deeply, his head falling back on the pillow beneath him.

I recognized that sound, the guttural groan.

“Come on, gimme all of it,” I said, breathless, my hips grinding hard against him, my eyes fixed on his face. “Come in me. Fill me up, baby.”

His body stiffened, jaw locked in as he squeezed my breasts delicately. He joined in, resuming his relentless thrusts from under me.

My face contorted with pleasure, my mouth shaped like an “O” in a silent scream. I stopped grinding and let him smash me for the next few seconds. I steeled myself, toes curling in anticipation of his release.

The harder his thrusts, the closer I came to climaxing. My eyes rolled back, heart pounding heavily. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna come!” I announced, bending over with my hand sliding down my cunt.

I rubbed my palm over my clit, a trick that quickened my arrival and left me completely out of breath. “I’m coming, baby!”

His primal growl signaled that he, too, was climaxing. Barely a split second later, something very rare happened—we came at the same time. The feeling was electric, shivering down my spine as he filled me up with his warmth.

My dam exploded in a heartbeat, my juice spilling all over his groin and the sheets too. My legs shuddered, my whole body trembling with desire as my pussy accepted every last drop of his essence.

He reached out to cradle my face, a smile playing on his lips. I held his gaze, struggling to catch my breath, my skin dampened with sweat, my hair still moist from the bath clinging to my face.

Exhausted, I collapsed on his chest, listening to the loudness of his heartbeat. Yulian wrapped his arms around me, protective and possessive, while I lay on him with his cock still inside me.

“That was…” I whispered, my voice dripping with awe.

“Amazing,” we chorused and chuckled at the same time.

He kissed my forehead and held me close, his arms running all over my back. “Thank you,” he said, his tone hushed.

“Thank you ,” I rephrased, my fingers trailing the length of his collarbone.

A sigh of satisfaction left my lips as I lay in his arms, basking in the peace his warmth provided.

Is this what love looks like when it’s finally earned? I wondered, a smile playing on my face.

I didn’t think I’d find this kind of peace and happiness with a man who instigated the exact opposite for a living.

Yet here I was—the happiest woman on the planet. I guess Ayala was right when she said I’d come to find out the Tarasovs weren’t so terrible after all.

“I love you, Ian,” I whispered to myself, but somehow, my words reached his ears.

“And I love you ,” he responded with the same tone.

I shut my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart—the heart that belonged to me.