Page 34 of The Bratva's Innocent Forbidden Bride
There was never a time in my life when I ever felt like that before. So alive, so sure of what I wanted. And I wanted Kon. At that moment, he wasn’t my enemy. He kept kissing me, holding on tighter and lifting me off my feet to carry me toward his bedroom.
Should I have been afraid? I wasn’t. I wrapped my legs around his waist, smiling against his mouth as he groaned with satisfaction. His fingers delved between my thighs from behind, and I pressed harder, held on tighter. All with his tongue in my mouth and my fingers gliding through his hair. I was still me, but better. More alive.
“Kon,” I whispered, leaning back to search his handsome face.
“Tell me now if you want to stop,” he said, his eyes dark as charcoal, unblinking and totally consumed with me.
This was Konstantin Fokin, the most powerful man I knew. Some of my courage drained away. Did he want to stop? Was he finally going to go against his reckless nature for once? “Do you?”
With a feral noise, he moved into his bedroom, dropping me on the bed to lean over me and cage me in with his arms. “Little girl, in about twenty seconds, there’s going to be no stopping me.”
He waited a beat, and I reached for him, pulling him down on top of me. The weight of him, the feel of his muscles, the hunger in his kisses had me writhing beneath him. He dragged his lips down the side of my throat, his hands moving down my body.
“I’ve never…” I trailed off, my cheeks burning. “This is the first—”
“Then I need to make it count, don’t I?” he asked, grinning at me.
His movements began to slow as he kept kissing his way down, shoving my shirt up so he could put his hands on my bare skin. I tingled and burned for more, squeezing my legs together.When he got to my waistband, he planted his hands on my leggings and tugged them down in one swift movement, pausing to look at me.
“Beautiful,” he said, low and raspy. “Take your shirt off, let me see all of you, and then I’ll drive you wild.”
I squeaked and did as he commanded. Now I was only in my panties, and he traced his fingertips along the edges, making me squirm and gasp. A moment later, they were torn into pieces down the side seams, and he was spreading my legs to dive between them.
I yelped at the first swipe of his tongue. At twenty-two, perhaps I should have already experienced this, but I had never had more than a clumsy kiss after a date that was so catastrophically bad I gave up on romance to concentrate on work.
I would never have seen the light of day if my first kiss had been with Kon. It seemed impossible that he was doingthatright now.
My hips raised, and I clamped my ankles together behind his head, drawing him closer to my wet heat, craving more. He chuckled, a low vibration against my sensitive flesh.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he said, plunging his tongue deep inside me before pressing it hard against my swollen nub. A rush of sensation had me gripping the covers. “I can’t wait to be inside this little pussy of yours.”
And then I couldn’t wait either. I grabbed his hair, pressing him down, then tugging, gasping for him to hurry so I could have all of him. Shaking with need, I moaned his name. He only laughed some more and kept going.
He really was driving me to the brink, telling me to scream as he licked me up and down.
“Is that all you want?” I gasped, bucking wildly.
He held me in place, his mouth hot against me. “For starters. Come for me, Tati.”
With a shudder, I let go, and the floodgates burst. Slamming my eyes shut and yanking on his hair, I squeezed my thighs around his head as the orgasm rocked me. He got what he wanted, and my scream should have rattled the window panes.
His face glistening from my juices, he rose and unzipped his pants, shoving them down and kicking them aside. My vision came back into focus on his huge cock, standing straight out from his body. He peeled his shirt off, and I lifted my gaze to his rippling eight-pack, up to his molded pecs, then back down to that pulsing beast.
My breath started hitching in my chest, but Kon lay at my side, stroking my hair and kissing me so deeply I forgot my trepidation. Within seconds, I was reaching for him, my hand sliding down his washboard stomach to wrap around his hot, smooth shaft.
He groaned and nipped my lower lip. “I need to be inside you, Tati,” he said.
“I need you to be there,” I answered.
“I’m going to make sure you feel good,” he promised, pushing his fingers inside me to stretch me. You’re not going to regret having me be the first man to ever fuck this perfect body of yours.”
I shivered with yearning, my hips rising as he teased me with his fingers, bringing me back to a fever pitch. “Hurry,” I said. “I’m ready.”
He rose up, and I watched in fascination as he tantalized my opening with the tip of his cock. His eyes locked on mine, and he pushed inside me, kissing away the sudden burst of pain that was over in an instant. And then it was nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure all over again as he did just what he promised.
I held on, letting my head drop onto the pillows, reveling in his kisses, the trail of his hands, the thrusts of his cock. I was panting when he dragged his lips close to my ear.
“I need to come inside you, little girl. You’re going to be mine.”
