Page 35 of Savage Bratva King

“Leonid…” My voice is swallowed whole by his mouth. “What about…” I was going to say what about Tamara, but his kisses are demanding, greedy, insatiable, and I can’t even hold on to my train of thought.

“Do you want me to stop?” His lips barely leave mine long enough to pose the question.

It feels like an ultimatum. Now or never. And the tingling between my legs answers for me. “No.”

“You know what I want.”

I don’t know how, but he has parted the top half of the dress, exposing my breasts. He lowers his head, pushes my breasts together and sucks on both nipples at the same time. He nibbles them between his teeth, and I reflexively arch my spine, thrusting them deeper into his mouth.

I swear he has grown an extra pair of hands.

One hand is around my back, and the skirt is up around my waist.

I try to remember why we shouldn’t be doing this. Why I shouldn’t be practically naked in the outdoor maze. Why I shouldn’t even be here.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Gianna.” His lips are pressed up against my ear, and who knew that could feel so goddamned sexy. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

A shudder travels down my spine. “Like what?”

“I want to fuck you till you can’t walk.” He pushes his tongue into my ear, and I groan out loud. “I want to fuck you till you scream out my name. And then I want to bend you over and fuck you some more.”

“I…” I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, and my brain is struggling to form a coherent sentence anyway with the nerve endings sending electric pulses through my body.

“Has anyone ever told you how immensely fuckable you are?”

It should be an easy question to answer, but his tongue traces a line from my ear to my collarbone and down between my breasts, sucking on the skin as he goes. All I can do is pant.

He sucks my nipples, and they grow pink and swollen, while my pussy throbs for some attention.

His face reappears in front of me. “I told you what I want, Gianna.” He nibbles my bottom lip, sucks on it, his tongue flicking in and out of my mouth while his finger slides inside my sex. “I want this. I want you. I want all of you.”

Our eyes lock, and I hold onto the golden flecks while my heart races.

“Tell me you want me, or I’ll stop.”

“I want you…” I breathe the words without even thinking about what this means.

But Leonid is about to enlighten me anyways. “Be warned, Gianna, I hold onto what’s mine.” He slides a second finger inside my sex, and I gasp. “So, fucking tight. How does it feel?”

I try to answer, but no words come out.

Leonid sucks my bottom lip until I feel the blood pumping around it. “How does it feel?”

“It feels … good.”

He pulls away and lowers his eyebrows. “Tsk. Tsk. You can do better than that.” He probes my sex, exploring me with his fingers, his palm rubbing against my clit and causing my breaths to come in ragged gasps.

“It feels … sexy.”

“Better.” His warm breath tickles my ear. “Do you want more?”

“Yes.” My neck is arched, my face tilted towards the sky.

He grips my chin firmly with his left hand and lowers my face so that I’m gazing directly into his eyes. “Tell me you want more.”

I can barely move my lower jaw, but I whisper, “I want more.”

“I want you, Leonid. Say it.”

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