Page 22 of My Bratva Dom

And now I can’t stop picturing her face when I had her pinned to the wall. Can’t stop thinking about her wet and clenching aroundmy fingers, her breathless little cries driving me fucking insane.

I drag a hand down my face. I need to fucking cool it and forget about this girl. But my feet are already moving. Down the hall. Past the other guest rooms. To her door.

I tell myself I’m just checking on her. Just making sure she’s okay. But when I push her door open, all my excuses burn to ash.

She’s sleeping, sprawled across the bed, tangled in the sheets, one bare leg resting over the blanket.

Her dress is gone, replaced by a thin shirt and sleep shorts that barely cover her full ass.

Her hair’s a mess, tumbling wildly across the pillow. Her face is soft and relaxed. Plump lips parted, breaths slow.

So fucking pretty. So sweet. So mine.

I shouldn’t touch her. But I’m already moving.

I grip her ankle, sliding my fingers over her soft skin. Tina stirs in her sleep, her brow twitching.

When I lean down, I breathe her in. Fuck. That warm, soft scent will be the death of me.

I kiss her calf first, dragging my mouth higher over soft, warm skin. Sweet enough to make my teeth ache.

Her breathing hitches.

I kiss her knee.

She shifts again, her lips parting, her hand curling in the sheets.

I don’t stop.

I trail my mouth up her lush thigh. Soft kisses that turn hungry. My tongue flicks, tasting her.

Wake up, sassy.

Her breath catches and finally, finally, her gorgeous brown eyes flutter open.

“Aslan?” Her voice is sleepy, soft and confused.

I don’t answer.

I grab her round hips, drag her down the bed, and press my lips to her pussy, mouthing her through her thin cotton shorts.

She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“What… oh God…”

She’s still half-asleep, squirming, mumbling like she doesn’t know what’s happening. But her body knows.

I shove her shorts aside and drag my tongue up her slit.

She moans, her back arching.

Fuck yes.

I bury my face between her thighs, licking her deep, slow, and filthy.

Her taste explodes on my tongue. Fucking sweet and salty… all woman. My woman.

I groan against her quivering flesh, grinding my face into herpussy, my fingers bruising, as I hold her open.

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