Page 86 of Captivated By the Bratva

I shivered at his hot kisses, reveling in the contrast of the cooling wetness in the wake of his lips and tongue. “About what?”

“That you’ll be my fiancée.” He kissed my pussy before sliding a finger inside.

“Hmm.” I hummed at the intrusion. “Is that a proposal?”

He dragged his tongue over my entrance, collecting all my cream and causing me to drip even more. Between his fingers sliding in and out and his lips suctioning at my clit, he had me too close to coming already. I wanted it to last. After the hardships ofbeing apart, fearing the worst, and fighting so hard to get to this moment of peace and love, I wanted to savor every second of our reunion.

“No,” he replied later.

I mocked a pout.

“When I propose,” he said in that deep, husky voice that drove up my libido, “it’ll be a surprise. A romantic, extensively planned, huge gesture of love.”

I smiled, closing my eyes as he continued to pump his fingers in me and rub his thumb around my clit. He stood, though. I could tell that his angle changed, and with the sound of his zipper and then the rustle of his clothes, I figured he was stripping the rest of the way to join me on the bed, not kneeling on the floor.

“Fuck, I can’t wait. I need you, sweetheart.”

The bed dipped, and my heart raced faster in sweet anticipation of his climbing up here to hover over me.

I opened my eyes, reaching up to stroke my hands up over his hard chest. “Can’t wait for what?” I teased, knowing full well what he meant.

“This.” He notched his cock at my slick entrance and then slid all the way in, hard but slow, ensuring I felt every inch of the stretch.

I moaned while he growled, kissing my neck all the way up to my jaw.

“Not about proposing?”

“No. I’ll wait. I’ll keep you guessing when I’ll pop the question,” he said cockily as he thrust in and out of me with a dizzying,steady speed of pressure. Tension coiled in my belly. I throbbed at the deep plunge. And my nipples beaded harder at the friction of his hard chest grinding over my breasts.

“I don’t need a fancy dinner and proposal,” I argued weakly. Already, it was too hard to think straight, much less argue effectively.

“Too bad,” he said before kissing me deeply.

“I just want you,” I insisted. “Forever.”

“You’re right about the forever part. I’ll never let you go.” He sped up, driving into me quicker, like he couldn’t help but hurry to the end. His facial features were pulled taut as he strained, but he still maintained eye contact with me, pumping with such force.

“You need arealproposal, Nadia. A real engagement,” he insisted. “And I’m going to give you one.”

I smiled. My heart swelled with his affection, and I knew without a doubt that this man would always do whatever he could to please me. After the “engagement” I was forced to endure and try to escape with Mr. Avilov, it seemed Maxim wanted to do things right by me. He wanted to treat me and treasure me and provide the slow buildup of anticipation through a traditional engagement.

And I loved him all the more for it.

“I love you, Nadia,” he said between hard, panted breaths as he pushed us both to come hard. I milked him dry, floating and soaring with the perfect bliss of the orgasm that felt like I’d postponed it for too long. He wasn’t any better. Groaning loudly, he held on to me tight and plastered his rock-hard body overme to ensure we were flush from head to toe, two but united as intimately as possible as one.

“I love you, Maxim,” I promised as we turned our heads to kiss. It was a tender, delicate press, but all the sweeter after how fast we’d raced to come.

I never would’ve thought that running from the fiancé I didn’t want would deliver me into the arms of the man I couldn’t wait to propose to me.

Fate was funny like that. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about this man who was my first and would definitely be my only and my last.

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