Page 42 of The Russian Pakhan's Forced Bride
“Fuck yes,” he utters, hooking his fingers in my waistband before pulling my bottoms down. His eyes drink me in completely, baring me to him.
I have every chance to try and stop him…to stop this before it’s too late. But I don’t.
Instead, I pant quietly while I feel his hands all over me, mapping out my thighs and creeping up along the sensitive skin there. I close my eyes and allow myself to drift.
“And now, I’m going to possess you completely,” Roman says without hesitation while he leans in, wrapping an arm around one of my thighs.
The breath catches in my throat the moment I feel it…the second his tongue brushes along my clothed core.
The sensations ripple through me, making me flinch from the intensity. My shaky exhale doesn’t get missed by him.
He hums, pressing his thumb against the front of me, lightly pushing the fabric into my sensitive flesh. He licks at me again, wearing a satisfied grin.
At the persistent yet teasing touch, I squirm, both feeling the need to pull away and also wanting more. “Roman…”
“Yes, wife?”
I swallow hard and glance down at him, taking in the tattoos along his upper back and the way he looks up at me knowingly…tauntingly.
“Don’t tease me.”
“No?” He asks with a mischievous edge while he slowly rotates his thumb over my slit. His breath fans over my heat. “But it’s amusing…and watching how you writhe for me after doing so little is…captivating to watch.”
His words make me shiver, and I can’t decide if I hate or love this side of him.
“Damn you.”
Roman chuckles, then slowly edges the fabric to the side before leaning in again. “Yes, damn me…”
My eyes close instinctively at the brush of his tongue—raw and unobstructed by any fabric. The moan catches in my throat, and I can’t find it in me to care how pathetic it suddenly sounds…How I can’t be bothered to try and hide its effect on me.
Seemingly satisfied by the reaction, he continues, lapping at me while gripping both thighs.
It doesn’t take long for me to squirm even more for him, silently begging for more while my fingers tangle in his hair.
He’s shameless about it…absolutely as shameless and indulgent as I imagined he’d be. At first, he’s mostly methodical about his movements, but as he goes on, fuelled by my sounds of encouragement, every touch becomes messier and driven by pure need.
I lose track of the moans and sighs that escape me while I allow myself to let go and take it all in…to let him consume me as intended.
I have no more restraint left. No desire to resist. I just want him and his mouth and the bliss he’s promising.
With my thighs slightly pushed up, Roman groans against me before kissing up my body and neck with his eyes nearly blown with desire and unrestrained need.
“Is this what you want?” He asks, voice ragged while he kisses the corner of my mouth.
Still vaguely trembling from his ministrations, I nod and hum. I reach for him, guiding him closer. “Yes…please. Don’t you dare stop now.”
At my confirmation, his lips pull into a grin, and he kisses me deeply. At the same time, he reaches for his belt. It rattles faintly while it’s undone, then his button and zipper follow, and soon enough, he kicks his pants off entirely.
“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on giving you anything short of exactly what you need,” Roman says, removing his black briefs with ease before settling in between my legs.
A shudder moves through me the moment I feel him slot himself in my thighs, and my breath catches with the quiet tear of my panties.
I blink back at him in surprise, but he casts the ripped material aside without a care, then leans in and kisses me hard.
My head spins with the brush of his length against me, and nothing could’ve prepared me for that immediate jolt of pleasure as he bumps against my clit.
Whimpering into the kiss, I can hardly stand the wait. Then, with a subtle adjustment, Roman presses in.
