Page 80 of Righteous Enforcer
In this moment, there are no Russians, no brothers, no suspicions between us. There's only Eva and me.
"Let me," I murmur, working my way down her body. "Let me show you what I've dreamed about every night since I lost you."
Her fingers tangle in my hair as I move lower, taking my time tasting her.
I savor each shudder, each moaned plea.
The sounds she makes drive me to the edge of madness, but I rein in my need, wanting to focus on her.
I work her body, my mouth on her wet pussy, drawing out her pleasure until she's trembling.
Her thighs quiver against my shoulders as I suckle her clit.
I slide my tongue inside her, laving up her sweetness.
“Adriano!” Her back arches off the mattress, her pussy tightens around my tongue.
Before she can recover, I'm moving up her body, positioning myself between her legs. Our eyes lock, and emotion fills me. It’s not just desire. It’s everything.
Her hands find my face, pulling me down for a kiss, and I believe she feels it too.
It’s probably dangerous to hope that this moment changes things for us.
That it means she’ll finally relent and openly accept what I’m offering.
My heart.
My soul.
I enter her slowly, watching her eyes widen and her lips part on a silent gasp.
The sensation is overwhelming.
I hold still, foreheads pressed together, savoring the moment we become one.
Something cracks inside my chest.
A vulnerability I've never allowed myself to feel.
It’s dangerous.
It’s terrifying.
It’s love.
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EVA
I feel so much all at once.
Not just the sensation of Adriano filling me, but emotion that is equal parts awe, love, and guilt. I can’t ever escape the guilt, even in moments like this.
I push it away and focus on him. I arch beneath him, a gasp torn from my throat as he slides in deeper.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as he moves, each stroke igniting electric sensations.
The feel of him, the scent of him, the sound of his desire, it's intoxicating, drowning out the warnings ringing in the back of my mind.
