Page 69 of The Bratva's Innocent Pregnant Bride
I shoved his goofy pajama top up, eager to get my hands on his skin. I could never get enough of the feel of his muscular chest and dug in my fingernails, smiling some more at the sound of the low rumble rising in his throat.
He tore the shirt off and threw it aside, then picked me up and carried me a few steps to the bed, dropping me on the edge before leaning down to tug my striped pants down. “By the way,” he said, running his fingers up my bare leg. “Matching pajamas are not going to be part of our family tradition.”
I laughed at how much he hated wearing them, but there was no ridiculous pair of pajamas in the world that could have made him less scorching hot.
“We’ll see if you change your tune when it’s our kid asking you to wear them.”
He softened, thinking about it. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, slowly tipping me backward as he kissed his way up my thigh.
I closed my eyes, basking in the teasing trail he forged, wriggling in anticipation. I loved what he could do to me. I loved him. I loved everything and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer.
“Impatient this morning?” he asked, glancing up at me.
I pushed harder. “Yes. I can’t wait.”
He chuckled, but gave me what I needed. What I craved. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, locking him between my thighs as he lapped at me with his tongue. When he delved deep, I arched my back, moaning out his name. He could turn me to jelly in seconds and I couldn’t get enough.
His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth. I let go of his hair and twisted my fingers in the soft blankets, still in a tangle from when he scurried out of bed. Iwanted this to last forever, but I knew what else was in store, so I also wanted to let go.
No screaming here while we were still surrounded by his family. I pulled a pillow down, lifting my hips with the rhythm of his tongue.
“More,” I said, too loud, too urgent.
The vibration of his lips as he laughed against my wet heat had me stuffing the pillow over my face. He swiped his tongue over my swollen clit and I shuddered as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over me.
“I need more, little girl,” he said, not letting up.
I already had him in a strangle hold with my legs, but now I clamped them tighter around his head. Then I went completely limp, just letting the ripples of pleasure course through me. The pillow fell away and I came back to earth to the sound of his soft laughter.
“I love making you come,” he said.
All I could do was make an incoherent sound as he kissed his way up to my chest, pushing up the pajama top until he could suck each nipple to a tight peak. “I love doing this, too,” he said, holding himself up to look down at me. “And I love how you look when you think you’re satisfied.”
I laughed weakly, growing serious when I glanced down to see his big cock pulsing under his striped pants. I reached to press my palm against his thick shaft, then tucked my hand under the waistband to grip his length.
“My turn now,” I said, sliding out from under him and wrestling him onto his back.
It didn’t take too much effort and soon that big beast was in my mouth, dragging my teeth against the silky skin. Now itwas all mine. I kept my hands planted on either side of him, but he made no move to escape. His hands rested lightly in my hair, his breath coming in sharp pants as I eased my lips up and down around his cock.
He let me believe I was in charge for approximately five minutes, then with a low roar, he pulled me up and flipped me over onto my stomach. His hand slid under my belly, lifting my backside. When his fingers found my clit again I gasped, pressing back against his strong thighs. One hand glided up my belly to cup my breast as he drove deep inside me.
“Yes,” I said, letting my head drop. “So much, yes.”
He leaned down to kiss me between my shoulder blades, then swept my hair to the side to kiss my neck. “I’ll never get enough of you, Paisley. But I’m so glad you’re giving me a lifetime to try.”
It was just about the sweetest thing I ever heard and I lifted and turned my head for his kiss. It was slow and tender but we both needed more. I nipped at his lip and he pulled away to grab my hips, slamming me back against his driving cock. Again and again until I buried my face in the nearest pillow to muffle my gasps. A lifetime of this was something I never would have dreamed possible.
Was I actually grateful to Axon for making me run away from LA and straight into Dan’s arms? Yeah, I kind of was. Now that I was marrying into the Bratva, I had nothing to fear from anyone anymore.
“Now,” I begged, feeling the wave about to crash again.
He drove deep once more, leaning down to press his mouth against my shoulder, a strangled sound rising up his throat at the same time I cried out into the pillow. We were inperfect sync, a raging, crashing flood, then slower and sweeter and finally falling against the mattress, both of us out of breath.
He pulled me against his chest, kissing my neck and smoothing his hand down my front to rest against my belly. I could feel his heart pounding against my back as he held me close, tucking his arm under my head.
I was weak and spent, and utterly and completely happy. I had gone from thinking I would be alone and scared this Christmas, to being surrounded by a family so amazing I couldn’t have dreamed them up if I tried. And they were real. The tears I had been holding back all morning finally fell.
Dan felt the first hot drop on his arm and turned me to face him, concern radiating from his eyes. I shook my head.
“They’re happy tears,” I said. “Everyone’s been so sweet, making me feel like I belong.”
“You do belong,” he said simply. “You’re one of us now.”
“That’s the best present,” I said. “Even better than the snowboard. You and your family—”
“Our family.” he corrected, smiling. His eyes shone with love as he looked down, placing his hand on my stomach with a smile. “And don’t forget the best gift of all. Our little Christmas surprise.”
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