Page 55 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

She looked so beautiful, her skin glistening in the light, her slender figure calling out to me. Scarlett looked over her shoulder and met my gaze, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

The boat was busy rocking gently on the open sea, its white hull piercing through the deep waters like a whisper. The yacht was elegant, with sleek, polished woodwork and a wide enough deck to have me cooking up something wild in my head. The sea stretched endlessly in all directions, its surface simmering beneath the sunlight, with waves lapping softly against the sides.

The cool breeze carried the scent of salt and the faint aroma of something floral—Scarlett’s perfume. Overhead, a lone seagull wheeled, circling lazily before diving toward the water. The sky, once a brilliant blue, had slowly begun to transition into a canvas of orange and pink with hues reflecting on the ocean’s surface like molten gold.

Turning to the captain beside me, I said, my voice a low whisper, “I’d like some privacy with my wife, Captain, if you could…?”

The captain, sensing the unspoken request, beamed at me with a soft scoff and nodded his head. For the next few seconds, he busied himself with the controls, setting the boat on autopilot.

“Have fun, sir,” he said, his tone mild and teasing as he disappeared below deck.

With the only audience gone, my lips curled into a faint grin as I returned my gaze to my wife. I left the helm station and climbed up the stairs, joining her on the deck. As I approached her, my footsteps were deliberate, my movement fluid and purposeful.

“Hey,” she said, her tone smooth and seductive as she turned to face me, her hair swirling in the wind.

“Hey,” I replied, my gaze sweeping across her alluring form.

She drew a deep breath, oblivious to my crazy plan, her eyes darting over the horizon. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Hmm.” I halted behind her, my arms around her waist with my face buried in the delicate curve of her neck. “Not as beautiful as you,” I whispered in her ear.

She melted into me, her smile broadening and her eyes still fixed across the horizon. Her scent was intoxicating, invading my senses and turning me on. “You smell good,” I added, my hands traveling up and down her arms, her skin smooth beneath my palms. “So good, in fact, that I want to taste you.”

She gasped, shock flickering in her eyes as she swiveled to face me, her body pressed against mine. “Naughty, naughty,” she said, her tone as seductive as her gaze, her index finger pressed against my lips. “You know, you should be careful what you wish for….” She leaned in, her hand sliding down my torso before settling on my groin. “…I may just grant you access to taste me all you want,” she whispered, her breath brushing against my ear.

“Is that so?” I responded with the same tone, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress.

Her body stiffened, an abrupt gasp escaping her lips as I dared to travel up her thighs. She gripped the railing, fingers tightening around the polished steel. “The captain…” she whispered, a gentle reminder that we weren’t alone.

“Let’s just say he won’t be bothering us for some time,” I said, looking right into her eyes, reveling in the way her face contorted in pleasure.

Scarlett’s back arched in response to my touch, her legs spreading slightly apart, allowing me access to her honeypot. My hand settled on the fabric of her underpants, fingers gliding up and down.

“Outdoor sex on a boat has always been one of my sexual fantasies,” she said, beaming at me and biting her lower lip.

“Well, in that case, why don’t we check that off your list?” I leaned in, caressing her cunt, with my lips hovering inches above hers.

She arched her head and whispered, “I’d like that,” her breath warm on my face.

As I slid my finger through her entrance, she released a soft, enticing moan that sent shivers down my spine. My lips crashed against hers with a fervor that left us both breathless, gasping for air. Tongues twirled in mouths, and heads tilted to the rhythm of our burning passion.

We started out slow, my free hand fondling her breasts, the other stimulating her clit. Her touch was electrifying, her manicured hands roaming my body while undoing the buttons of my shirt. Soon, I broke the kiss, and she moaned softly, her head tilting backward. My lips rested on her neck, kissing and caressing, fueling her sensual purrs.

Carefully, I lifted her in my arms, her legs locking around my waist as she gazed at me with eyes sparkling with delight. I felt her weight, her warmth, and her willingness to surrender to me. As I held her, I took a few strides across the deck, the wooden planks creaking gently beneath my feet.

I reached the spot where the deck was widest, and there, I lowered her down her back, her body unfolding from my arms. My lips traced the delicate curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, and then her enticing lips. Our kiss was soft, slow, and passionate, our mouths moving in perfect harmony, the sea breeze whispering secrets in our ears.

She gasped as her hands slipped off my shirt, palms gliding over my torso and tracing the ridges of my contours. My hands framed her face, my fingers tangled in her hair as I deepened the kiss, angling my head, my hips grinding against hers.

I pulled my head back, staring into those passion-filled eyes of her. “I’m gonna taste you now,” I whispered.

She nodded, her breath hitching as I kissed her neck, down to her chest. My hands rubbed her thighs, my head sliding under the hem of her flowing gown. I felt her body tremble, her legs spreading apart as I traveled up her tunnel. The scent of her arousal sent shivers down my spine, and my erection hardened in my pants.

My fingers clutched the waistband of her panties and pulled them off with a delicate motion. I stole one last glance up at her face, watching the anticipation play on her features. My lips curled into a sly grin, and I lowered my head back into her depths.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, rubbing my head.

My tongue gently caressed her clit, and her muscles relaxed, soft purrs escaping her lips. I licked her juice, savoring the taste of her elixir, my mouth exploring.

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