Page 53 of The Bratva's Arranged Virgin Bride
I somehow ended up in his lap, and we laughed, his breath warm against my neck as he nuzzled me in the spot that always gave me goosebumps. Wrapping my arms around him, I cuddled in closer, enjoying the moment without a thought for the past or the future.
“I really do want you,” I whispered, so low he shouldn’t have heard. Not when he was feverishly kissing his way down my shoulder.
“I know,” he said.
Not smug, just honest. I slid my hand between us to press against the stiff rod pulsing under his jeans. “Feels like you want me, too.”
“All the damn time, little girl,” he told me roughly.
Then I was on my back, a blanket of blurry stars above me, his kisses moving along the neckline of my top. His hand slid up my thigh, nudging my knees apart. The zipper of my jeans slid down, and his fingers were hot against my skin. I shuddered and sighed, lifting my hips for more of his questing touch. There was nothing I wanted more.
Just Kolya.
Clasping tight around his neck, I buried my face in his hair, curly and scruffy against my lips. I breathed him in,recognizing the cologne from Milan, mingled with the spices from dinner. His mouth claimed mine, and he tasted like the chocolate ganache we just shared. Every one of my senses was more alive than they’d ever been, and I writhed under him, impatient.
Holding tight to his shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him down flush with my body. A groan rose out of both our throats as his thick cock hit my soft heat. With a low growl, Kolya pushed up and leaned back, tugging my jeans and panties down my thighs and throwing them aside onto the sand. His own were shoved down to his knees as he gazed down at me.
Even in the low light from the deck, I could see the wild hunger in his eyes, and I reached to smooth away the hair that fell across his face. I had to feel it between my fingers as much as I needed to see every inch of that chiseled jaw and perfect mouth.
The ocean crashed against the shore, and Kolya crashed down on me, pushing my legs high and wide. I moaned and nodded restlessly as he dragged his mouth along my throat. Once again, I trapped him with my legs, not about to let go.
“Hurry,” I whispered urgently. “Don’t make me beg.”
We were still on unsteady ground, and he didn’t make me plead for what I wanted most. Instead, he brushed a strand of hair from my face and kissed me tenderly on the mouth.
“I’m the one who’s about to beg,” he said. “I can feel your wet pussy just waiting to be fucked, and it’s driving me insane.”
I laughed and slapped his shoulder. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He shook his head, eyes serious and dark. “I always want this to last forever.”
Because he didn’t know if it would be the last time. I knew it like I knew my own name. I held on tighter, pulling him close. I couldn’t tell him it didn’t matter, that we had plenty of time—even the rest of our lives.
“Make it count,” I said.
And, oh, he did. His big cock was buried inside me with one hard thrust. Both of our shouts broke the still night. He worked me up, brought me to a fever pitch, and still teased me with his fingers as he drove deeper and harder. Like him, I didn’t want it to end, but I knew what he could do to me, and I wanted that too.
“Please,” I gasped. “You know what I want.”
He nodded against my shoulder and flipped over onto his back, effortlessly carrying me with him. In one swift movement, my t-shirt was over my head, in another, my bra was gone. As I rode him furiously, he tweaked my nipples to tight peaks, groaning as I slammed down onto his cock, then dragged myself away.
He clasped his big hands around my hips, helping me move faster. I let my head fall back, my hair trailing almost to tickle his arms. Releasing me, he gripped a handful and pulled my face to his. His tongue slashed between my lips as I moaned and whimpered, riding hard toward what I needed more than air.
His other hand slid from my hip to find my swollen, aching nub just as I slammed down hard, as if my life depended on it. Which it did, just then. He roared, holding me tight by the hair. I could hear my own shouts echoing back from the ocean as he let go, his hands falling to his sides.
I collapsed onto his chest, still pulsing around his cock. With a long, gusty sigh, I rested my cheek against his shoulder. The thump of his heart drowned out the waves, and I listened as it slowly came to a resting beat.
He rolled me off him, and we both stared at each other in the dim light, our faces an inch apart, naked under the hazy night sky. I closed my eyes, desperate to hold onto the moment.
