Page 30 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

Eva

Ruslan had been getting clingy lately.

That probably wasn't the right word for an alpha male like him, but recently he'd been acting like he had major separation anxiety, sticking to me like glue.

He'd moved all his work to his laptop. After driving me to set, he'd sit nearby handling business. When filming wrapped, we'd go home together, where he'd continue working.

Back home, I'd sit on the couch reading scripts while he conducted international video conferences.

When I turned pages, I'd catch him looking up, his gaze lingering on me with focused tenderness, as if confirming I was still there.

If I went to the kitchen for water, I'd turn around to find his tall frame leaning against the doorway, watching me intently.

This constant companionship puzzled me. When I casually asked if there were problems at the company, he just ruffled my hair and said he wasn't busy lately and wanted to spend more time with me. I obviously didn't buy it. How could a massive empire like Yvann Group not be busy?

But I had to admit, I loved this feeling. Being watched so intently, wrapped in his presence—it made me feel cherished.

It made me think maybe he really did love me, he just hadn't realized it yet.

Today I had a rare day off, and Ruslan brought his work home to keep me company.

The afternoon sun was warm as I sat cross-legged on the couch, deeply absorbed in studying my script. This was an emotionally complex scene, and I kept working through the dialogue, trying to find the most precise way to express it.

Just as I was getting into it, someone started playing with my hair. I looked up to find Ruslan had somehow moved beside me. Those deep eyes were fixed on me as he wound my hair around his fingers, his gaze intense and burning.

"You're making it hard for me to focus on my script," I protested quietly, trying to turn away from his predatory stare.

"Then don't read it." His voice was low and rough. Before I could respond, he plucked the script from my hands and tossed it aside. The world spun as he pressed me back into the soft couch cushions, his large frame covering me completely. The air around us grew thick and charged.

He didn't rush to kiss me. Instead, he leaned down and nuzzled my cheek and neck with his nose. His fingers found the mole on my right earlobe, rubbing it gently with his thumb. My breathing started matching the rhythm of his touch, growing more rapid.

"This little mole is beautiful," he murmured in my ear, his warm breath tickling me.

I'd never really noticed that mole before, but now I was hyperaware of its existence.

"Your ear's getting red," he chuckled softly, then captured my earlobe with his lips, his tongue flicking lightly over the small mark.

I couldn't help but shiver as the wet sensation threatened to burn me .

"So that's what it feels like to kiss this mole," he said.

"What does it feel like?" I couldn't help asking.

"Even better than I imagined." He gently bit my earlobe.

Electric currents shot from my ear through my entire body. I felt every cell responding to his touch, crying out and trembling.

Unable to stand the sweet torture, I wrapped my arms around his neck and when his lips left my ear, I pressed mine against his. Ruslan's tongue immediately invaded my mouth.

His hands, through the thin fabric, roamed all over my body, igniting my passion.

From my slender waist to my pert hips. He unhooked my bra, exposing my full breasts to the air.

He lowered his head, his warm lips enveloping one nipple, his tongue circling it lightly and forcefully, his teeth occasionally nibbling it.

I moaned, my body arching uncontrollably.

"Do you like it?" he asked in my ear. I nodded shyly, unable to speak.

He chuckled softly, his hand sliding down my flat belly. My body shuddered as his fingertips touched the moist, warm edge. Through the thin lace, he pressed and circled the most sensitive spot.

"Tell me, how does it feel here?" he asked, his tone harsh.

"It's itchy and numb," I finally managed to utter a few broken syllables. He raised the corner of his mouth, seeming pleased with my reaction. I bit my lower lip in shame, but my body's desire ultimately overcame my mind.

"Please, Ruslan, give it to me."

"Give you what?" he asked knowingly.

"Give me all of you," I said, my voice soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Louder, Eva, I want to hear it." He rolled over and pinned me down.

"Ruslan, I want all of you," I said again, my voice so loud it made my face flush.

"Good girl, you're mine."

He kissed me, from my forehead to the tip of my nose, and then to my lips. Then, he knelt in front of me.

"Ruslan, no," I tried to stop him .

"Don't move. I want to taste you." Then, he leaned down, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers racing through me.

His lips grazed the inside of my thigh, teasing, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of my anticipation.

My hands clenched the sheets, my body torn between wanting to pull away and begging for more.

His tongue flicked out, soft at first, tasting me with a slow, agonizing precision that made my hips buck involuntarily.

"Fuck, Eva, you taste so good," he murmured against me, his voice low and rough, vibrating through my core.

"So wet for me already." His words hit me like a spark, igniting every nerve.

He didn't rush—oh no, he took his time, his tongue circling, teasing, dipping in just enough to make me gasp before pulling back.

My breath came in short, desperate bursts, my fingers twisting tighter in the sheets as he worked me over.

"Ruslan, please," I whimpered, my voice barely holding together. My body was screaming for release, every lick and suck pushing me closer to the edge. He chuckled, the sound dark and wicked, like he knew exactly how much he was unraveling me.

"Please what, baby?" he teased, his lips brushing my clit as he spoke, making me squirm. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," I gasped, my voice cracking with need. "I need you, Ruslan, please."

He growled softly, the sound possessive, primal.

"That's my girl." His mouth descended again, more insistent now, his tongue flicking faster, harder, driving me wild.

My thighs trembled, my whole body tightening as the heat built, coiling tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it anymore.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the wave crashed over me, pleasure ripping through me in sharp, shuddering pulses.

Ruslan didn't stop, his tongue gentling but still working me through every aftershock until I was a trembling, breathless mess.

He pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked up at me.

"Fuck, Eva, you're so damn beautiful when you come.

" He crawled up my body, his hands rough but careful as he positioned himself between my legs.

His cock pressed against me again, hot and hard, and I moaned at the feel of him, my body already aching for more .

"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with desire as he rubbed himself against my slickness, teasing me all over again. "You want this cock inside you?"

"Yes," I breathed, my hands grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Ruslan, I need you now."

He grinned, that cocky, knowing smirk that drove me wild.

"That's what I like to hear." He pushed in slowly at first, stretching me, filling me inch by inch until I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

He groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder as he sank deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Eva. So fucking perfect. "

I clung to him, my body adjusting to the fullness, the heat of him inside me.

He started moving, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, letting me feel every inch of him.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on.

"Harder," I whispered, my voice shaky but desperate. "Please, Ruslan, don't hold back."

His pace quickened, his hips snapping against mine, each thrust deeper, harder, hitting that spot that made me see stars. "Like that, baby?" he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "You love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned, my voice loud now, shameless. "God, yes, Ruslan, don't stop."

He didn't. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him with every thrust, his movements relentless, driving us both higher.

The room filled with the sounds of our bodies, our breaths, my moans, his low groans.

I could feel it building again, that tight, electric heat coiling inside me, and I knew he was close too—his thrusts were getting erratic, his grip on me tightening.

"Eva, fuck, I'm gonna come," he rasped, his voice raw. "Come with me, baby. Let me feel you."

His words pushed me over the edge. I shattered, my body clenching around him as pleasure tore through me, my cries echoing in the room.

Ruslan groaned, his thrusts faltering as he followed me, his release hitting hard, his body shuddering against mine.

He buried his face in my neck, his breath ragged as we both rode out the waves, clinging to each other like we'd never let go .

For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together, our breaths slowing, our bodies still humming. He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, then my lips, his touch gentle now, almost reverent.

That evening, I volunteered to cook dinner for us—a proper homemade feast. I walked into the kitchen and opened the massive refrigerator that could probably fit a whole cow, only to find it completely empty.

"Looks like we need to make a shopping trip," I said, turning to see Ruslan leaning against the kitchen doorframe.