Page 76 of The Bratva's Innocent Forbidden Bride
As soon as she was in my arms, her mouth was on mine, and I wasn’t sure her feet even touched the ground. At last, she was mine, forever.
With her hands locked around my neck, her breath warm and sweet on my lips, I forgot everyone else and tugged her close. “I love you,” I murmured, then tilted her back for more. “But I’m done with this wedding.”
“Same,” she said, holding on tight as I whisked her off the dance floor.
Cheers and laughter erupted behind us as I kept going, straight upstairs to the room I got ready in. Straight to the bigbed. Her giggles had her breathless as I tried to get through all the shiny, wispy layers of fabric, ending up swearing and begging for help.
She grabbed my face and kissed me hard, then broke away to yank up her voluminous skirts. Long, smooth legs clad in thigh-high stockings had me pausing to take in the view. She wore a blue garter around one thigh and the most fantastical, sheer and lace panties.
“A work of art,” I said, spreading her legs and getting in between them.
“They cost three hundred dollars,” she said. “Please don’t rip them. And the garter is Katie’s—something borrowed and blue at the same time. So don’t ruin that, either.”
She was deadly serious, but all I could do was laugh, nuzzling the ridiculously expensive panties, then easing them down her thighs, along with the garter, both of them tossed aside.
“The real work of art,” I said. plunging into her slick heat.
I was already rock hard, and the taste of her drove me wild. We’d been living together since I plucked her off the street and out of danger, but now everything seemed absolute and concrete in a way I didn’t think I was missing out on.
I believed that I was ruined and couldn’t trust again, certainly couldn’t love someone who wasn’t my own flesh and blood. But Tati changed all that in an instant.
Her moans made me drive my tongue deep, then circle her swollen clit, lapping her up as she squirmed beneath my onslaught. Mine. All mine. She squealed and pulled my hair, already begging me to hurry. No, slow down. No, really. Hurry.
The vibration of my laughter against her slippery pussy had her gasping and pulling my hair. “This is what you get for going along with that tradition,” I growled.
“It was one night away,” she said, tugging harder, squeezing her thighs around my shoulders.
“Never again.”
“Never again,” she agreed.
She stiffened, let go of my hair, and reached for the nearest frilly throw pillow, jamming it down over her face as she moaned, loud and long. I loved hearing how noisy she could get, but there was a house full of guests downstairs, drinking in our honor and expecting just such noises.
Driven on by her panting breaths and the fact that my cock was about to tear through my tuxedo pants, I shoved them down and rose above her. Her eyes were half closed, her body still gently writhing with the aftershocks, and she gasped when I gripped her hips.
She looked down and smiled, reaching for my stiff cock, then smiling wider when it was gripped in her smooth palm. “I really love this,” she said.
“That’s convenient,” I grunted, hanging on so she could have her fun.
But it was my wedding day too, and I wanted to be inside her, feeling those pulses she was enjoying. Holding my breath, staying perfectly still, I watched her eyes follow the path of her hand as she stroked me. They darkened as they met mine, and she licked her lips.
“Kon,” she murmured.
It was too much, seeing how turned on she was just from gripping me. Folding down over her, I kissed her until she let go, sliding her hands up my chest. She nodded, shoving me back.
“Hurry,” she insisted.
“Are you sure now?”
I tugged at the bodice of her dress until her rosy nipples were free, leaning back down to lick each one. With a feral growl, she clamped her legs around me and yanked me flat on top of her.
“I guess I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her laugh was short, and she nipped at my lower lip. “Get inside me, or I’ll find a lawyer down in that crowd.”
Not going to happen. I slid inside her, shuddering with relief, kissing the side of her neck while she wrapped her arms around mine to hold me close. I needed her, I never wanted it to end, but there was always tonight, and then the first morning of our honeymoon, and the rest of our lives to get my fill.
I never would, but I looked forward to trying. Her moans grew in length and loudness as I pumped harder and faster, and soon she was reaching for the pillow again with shaking hands. She might have muffled her own noise, but my shout echoed as I came inside her, ramming deep. Never wanting to stop.
