Page 39 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

I need to stop this.

But it’s a useless thought. As fleeting as it is.

I can’t fight it. I’ve used up every ounce of willpower I had just fighting my attraction all night, actually since the day I met him, and right now, I have nothing left in me to help me deny that I want him. That his hands against me are the devilish desire I’ve been begging myself to indulge in. The darkest temptation of all—him.

His kiss is like a recharge, a current of power running from his lips into my body, shooting down my spine and consuming me.

His hands grip powerfully against my hips, then my ass as I rock my hips against him. His cock is a fucking chiseled blocked of stone pressing into my stomach.

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

I can feel how massive it is through his pants.

I want to reach down and brush my fingers over it. I almost can’t believe it’s real without touching it.

But as I drop my hands, he grabs them and pins both wrists above my head with one of his hands wrapped around both of mine.

The realization that he is ten times stronger than me makes my pussy pulse with even more desire than before.

“You should learn to let someone else take the lead, Jade. I am the one in control here. Give yourself to me,” he whispers dangerously.

“I don’t belong to you,” I say, sounding weak.

He chuckles.

“Oh yes you do, little starfish. You do belong to me, you just haven’t accepted it yet.”

I squeal when he suddenly lifts me off my feet and sets my ass down on a high dresser. My head spins, frantically trying to find a way to regain control of myself, of anything.

He pushes my dress up over my hips and grabbing one of my ankles he bends my leg and spreads it wide, resting my high heel against the dresser I’m sitting on.

I should stop him.

This is so many levels of wrong.

But when he dips his fingers between my legs and pushes them inside me I can’t think anymore.

All reason, all consciousness, all of everything—it vanishes.

My chest heaves as I fight for air as he dances his fingers inside me.

His eyes are locked onto my pussy, he presses his lips together then licks them, the dark grey of his irises growing darker with need.

Then he grins as he looks up at me. His eyes lock with mine as he spreads my legs even wider, pushing my thighs open with his massive hands, he leans down and sets his face between my legs, letting his hot tongue play over my pussy. He moves his mouth slowly, writing secret messages with his lips, drawing curls and lines and circles with his tongue.

One of his hands drifts around my ass and pulls me harder against his mouth.

I squeal again, then gasp as he pushes his tongue inside me.

When he starts to fuck me with his tongue I lose my mind.

In and out, back and forth, his mouth covers my most heated and sensitive parts. His hands against my body.

I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair and push his face harder against me. I want more. The sensations building are too powerful, and I will do anything to feel more.

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