Page 43 of Secret Bratva Baby
Locked away from the world in this room. I can’t hear a sound from outside, and it’s like we’ve been transported into a bubble, private and safe.
Luka clenches his jaw as my body brushes against his.
I reach up with my other hand, spellbound by his eyes. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and stand on my tiptoes, my eyes on his lips.
His hand is warm as it runs up my waist, across my back, down to the curve of my spine, just above my ass.
He pulls me tighter against his body, and I gasp.
A low, deep groan rumbles through his chest as his breath turns erratic. My blood races faster.
Whether this is right or wrong, I don’t care.
Holding onto his neck, I pull myself closer to him. My lips can already feel his even before we kiss.
The moment our lips touch, the entire world disappears.
Fireworks explode in my thoughts, his tongue slips into my mouth, and the kiss deepens.
Heat floods between my legs.
His hands hurriedly move over me, holding me tighter. Desperation swarms through both of us, and intense urgency takes over.
I pull away to look at him, his lips, his eyes darkly delicious and fully focused on me.
I open my mouth to say something, but I don’t want to stop whatever is happening. I want more.
Luka reads my thoughts.
His hands drop to below my ass, and he lifts me, turning me around and sitting me on a shelf up against the wall. He presses his lips against mine again with new heat, a rough growl escaping him as he pushes my legs open and runs his hands over my thighs, pushing my dress up to my hips.
I can barely breathe. I reach out and grab his shirt, knotting my fingers into the fabric as I rock my hips forward, seeking his touch.
His hand slips between my legs, running up the inside of my thigh. His fingers brush over the thin fabric of my panties, and he groans again.
I moan against his mouth, and he slips his fingers beneath my panties and rubs them over my pussy.
“Oh fuck. You’re soaked,” he says, his words tight with desperation.
His fingers slide into me, and my mind goes blank to everything but his touch. I fight for breath as I tilt my head back and he traces kisses over my neck.
His fingers move inside me, expertly touching all the right places as my pussy throbs over him. He pushes deeper into me, and his thumb presses against my clit.
I cry out, pleasure shooting through me. I push my legs wider apart.
His body pinned against me, he starts to move his hand faster. His thumb traces circles over my clit while he fucks me with his fingers.
My hands dig into his side, gripping tightly, but I’m not aware of it. I’m holding on for my life as my world spins away from me in wave after wave of pleasure.
Luka grabs my jaw in his hand and forces me to look at him.
The sight of him makes my pleasure ten times more intense.
He slams his mouth over mine and forces his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard, dangerously rough, trying to claim me with his lips as he steals my senses with his hand.
He moves his body against mine, his cock as hard as a rock, and I want to feel it. I want him inside me. I want him to slam into me—but I also don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing with his hand.
I forgot how he had this power over me. The power to make me forget everything. The power to steal my body and my thoughts and take me into the stars.
