Page 67 of Stolen By the Bratva

He picked me up, sliding all of our wet skin together in a hot friction of contact. I clung to his neck, mindful of his injuries over his shoulder. In an airborne moment of weightlessness, I spun in his embrace.

Then gasped.

The cold tiles of the shower chilled me, jarring me from the racing pace of the lust that bound us together in here. This intimacy wouldn’t abate. He distracted me from the shock of the cool wall at my back as he pushed me up higher against it.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, seeking something to lean against so I wouldn’t fall. He lifted me until my breasts were within reach, and he closed his mouth around my nipple. Sucking in my flesh, he teased and tormented me with the ravenous appetite he always had for me. Never idle. Never slow. Alek wanted me, now and always, and knowing I had that pull, that power over him, made me even wetter.

“I love you,” I repeated, meaning each syllable as he switched to my other breast and administered the same agonizing pressure of sucks, nips, and licks.

I kept my fingers threaded in his hair as he gave up with a growl. Gathered back into his arms, he moved me again. His aim was the low bench at the back of the generously sized shower stall. The tiles spanned from wall to wall, and once my ass smacked down on the seat built into the opposite end, I shivered.

Between the hot look in his eyes and the cooler contact of my butt on the bench, I was energized and alive. All with the end goal of pleasing my man. As he lowered his head, draping my thighs over his shoulders, I understood the name of this game. I’d please him by letting him turn me to a molten puddle of desire. I’d satisfy him by opening up wide so he could feast on me until I screamed his name.

He didn’t wait, dipping his mouth to my pussy and assaulting my sensitive flesh. He slurped and sucked, in a hurry to drag his tongue over me from my taint to my clit. Not one spot went missed, and he doubled back, again and again, to lick up all the cream that dripped so freely from my aching, throbbing, and needy pussy.

I needed him to push me to those heights of bliss. I wanted him to growl and grunt, eating at me like the hungry monster he was.

Modesty was a joke. I relished every filthy, primal, and carnal manner he took me in.

“Please, Alek.” I slipped my fingers through his hair again and twisted the dark locks until he hissed. I was a quick learner. I realized yesterday that he enjoyed a bite of pain. And it worked again now. He smashed his face to my pussy as I ground up against his face, humping him to get there faster. My enthusiasm fueled him on, and with a wicked nip at my clit, I screeched out at the sharp hit of tension. My body was alive, burning with the need to come apart under his mouth, but he wasn’t ready to end his fun.

“Tell me,” he demanded, reaching beneath me as he kneeled closer to the bench. My ass cheeks filled his hands, and as he squeezed hard, digging his fingers into my skin, he thrust his tongue into my pussy faster.

“Fucking tell me, Mila.”

“I love—” I choked on my words, overwhelmed with the blinding pressure of coming. I was right there, so close that I’d cry if he stopped again.

“Tell me!”

“I love you,” I sobbed as he sucked a stubborn rhythm on my clit. The tension snapped within me, and as waves of pure bliss and relief coursed through me, tingling my every nerve, he hoisted me into his arms.

“I… I…” I couldn’t speak, let alone think. All I could do was feel every wave of my orgasm as it knocked me to speechless wonder, each hard inch of his strong body as he held me in his arms and carried me out of the shower.

“I fucking love you too,” he growled before kissing me hard.

I hadn’t said it to hear it in reply. But now that he’d uttered it, now that he’d shared the reciprocal miracle of loving me back, I was even more overwhelmed with this sweeping euphoria of the orgasm he’d given me.

Reaching up, I closed my lips over his and kissed him hard. I tasted myself on his tongue, and it only made the connection steaming and sizzling between us that much hotter.

We landed on the bed together, soaking wet and slippery from the shower.

He rolled until he covered me, bracing his weight over me while sparing his wounded shoulder. As he stared down at me with a soulful look of possessive pride, I reached up to frame his face.

“I am yours, Alek.”

His lips crashed against mine as he lined himself to my pussy.

“I trust you. With my life.”

He pushed in his fat cockhead.

“With my body.”

“Yes,” he agreed, sliding into me with one hard, long thrust.

I caught my breath, reveling in the delicious burn of him stretching me, filling me, and spreading me so fast and hard.

“I want to be yours in every way,” I promised, so committed to making him understand the depth and extremes of my submission. Understanding how much this man meant to me was a hard-fought lesson, something I was too stubborn to open my eyes to for so many days. We hadn’t been together long to stumble our way to this compromise, but we’d reached this point, nonetheless, a fast fall to complete affection and admiration, and it would never, ever fade or die out between us.

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