Page 119 of The Bratva Sinner

He works his way down slowly, his mouth trailing along my throat, running his tongue along my collarbone and then lower. His hands are gentle as he eases my shirt over my head. He takes his time kissing my exposed flesh. He kisses my shoulders and nibbles at the curve of my neck before moving down to the swell of my breast.

I sink back into the pillow and let him take everything he wants. His body is over mine, with only the weight of his lower half pressing against me.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

My throat tightens. I reach up and touch his face.

He turns his head and presses his lips to my palm.

Then he dips his head and takes my nipple gently into his mouth, his tongue tracing slow circles before he sucks it between his teeth. I exhale a long, shuddering breath. I slide my fingers into his hair. He moves to the other side, unhurried. His hands move down my ribs and stomach, his fingers tracing the waistband of my panties without moving any lower.

“Please,” I breathe.

He kisses down the center of my stomach, his lips brushing each inch of skin like he has nowhere else to be. He hooks his fingers in the elastic waist and inches the cotton down my legs. And then he settles between my thighs and looks up at me.

Even in the dark, I see his eyes.

"Let me take the fear away, princess."

He kisses the inside of my knee. Then my thigh. Then, the other side. He takes his time getting there, his stubble a soft drag against the tender skin of my inner thigh. By the time his mouth finally finds me, I’ve been holding my breath so long that it comes out as a low, broken sound.

He moves his tongue in long, unhurried strokes, paying special attention to my clit. He knows what makes my hips tilt toward him. When he finds the right rhythm, he stays there with his forearm across my waist. He slips one finger inside me while his tongue and teeth work magic. I twist my fingers into the sheets.

“God,” I whisper.

He hums softly against me. The vibration moves through my body. I press my free hand over my mouth. My thighs tremble. He slides one hand up my stomach. I grab it and hold on, lacing my fingers through his. He squeezes back without breaking his rhythm.

The release builds slowly, and when it finally crests, it moves through me in long, rolling waves. I arch off the mattress as his grip on my hand tightens. The low moan that moves up from the tips of my toes and explodes into the room startles even me.

He stays with me until I’m limp and shaking, and my chest is heaving. I see stars. My head is spinning with the overload of ecstasy.

“That better, voinitsa?”

He presses one last kiss to the inside of my thigh, and then he’s over me. He kisses me as he slowly slides his thick cock inside me. His hands come up to frame my face. He rubs the pad of his thumb across my temple, and I feel the dampness.

More tears. Good tears. He understands and keeps moving inside me.

I tighten my hold on him and close my eyes. I love him. I love what he does to me and for me. Gentle when needed and violent when I’m in a mood. He seems to sense what I need.

I bite back the words that threaten to expose me. Words that could hurt me. Hurt this relationship we’ve formed.

“You’re mine,voinitsa.Forever.”

And then he’s bursting inside me. Heat pumps through my body. My soul is singing as I come again. More tears. He kisses them away.

I love Maksim Sokolov.

Not the man I was forced to marry. Not the devil who dragged me out of hell.

My husband.

And that might be the most dangerous thing that’s ever happened to me.

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Maksim

I lie in the dark, listening to her breathe. Watching the way the morning light falls across her naked body. The sheets have fallen around her waist. I think about last night. It was different. I knew it when it was happening, and I know it now, lying here with her hair across my arm and her hand tucked under her chin. She looked so innocent and peaceful. I knew she hasn’t had a lot of peace in her life.