Page 155 of Bratva Bidder
I lean down, kissing him slow and deep, letting my hair fall around our faces like a curtain, shutting out the world so there’s only us. His hands slip up, cradling my breasts, his thumbs teasing over sensitive skin, making me moan into his mouth. I can feel how much he wants me, how much he’s holding back just to let me set the pace.
When I break the kiss, I trail my lips down his neck, over his chest, savoring the shiver that runs through him. I kiss down his neck, tasting the salt on his skin, feeling the shiver that runs through him when my lips find his chest, his stomach, the trail of soft hair leading lower. He gasps, hands finding my hips, but this time I’m the one in control, exploring, learning every inch of him again.
My hands move lower, exploring the planes of his stomach, feeling him tense beneath my touch. His breath hitches as I slip further down, taking my time, enjoying every reaction, every sigh.
He pulls me back up, flips me gently, and suddenly it’s his mouth on my skin, his hands urging my legs apart.
The heat between us is almost unbearable as I lower myself onto the bed beside him, the soft sheets cool against my bare skin but nothing compared to the fire that races through my veins. Konstantin’s eyes meet mine, dark and filled with longing, and I lean into him, capturing his mouth with mine once again.
His hands find my hips, steadying me as I shift closer, feeling the hard length of him pressing beneath my thigh. My fingers trail lightly over his chest, trembling slightly with anticipation. I slide my hand down, wrapping around his cock, warm and taut, and give it a slow, deliberate squeeze that makes him groan into my mouth.
I part from his lips, breath hitching, and let my tongue trail over the column of his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. Konstantin’s hands roam lower, slipping beneath my body, fingers teasing the curve of my waist before moving between my legs. He finds my clit, already swollen and sensitive, and brushes it lightly, sending a shiver up my spine.
Konstantin’s hands slide up my thighs, his grip both gentle and commanding. I straddle his hips, feeling his cock hot and insistent against my skin, my own breath coming faster with every brush of his fingertips. His eyes lock on mine, and for a moment neither of us moves, just breathing each other in, letting the tension wind tighter.
Then, with a swift movement, he wraps his arms around me and rolls, reversing our positions. My back is on the bed, his weight pressing me safely into the mattress. I gasp, surprised and thrilled by the shift in power. He grins down at me, a flash of mischief and hunger.
He takes his time. His hands smooth over my waist, spreading my legs wider, positioning me just how he wants me. His touch is confident, knowing. He leans in, pressing hot kisses along the inside of my thighs, pausing just above my clit. The anticipation coils inside me.
“Hold still for me,” he whispers, voice rough.
I grip the sheets, barely able to contain my shivering need as he settles between my thighs. His mouth finds me, tongue and lips working magic, every stroke igniting nerves I didn’t know I had. I moan, arching into his touch, every thought dissolving into raw sensation.
He devours me, relentless and worshipful, one hand sliding up to grip my hip while the other parts my thighs even further, holding me open for him. When his tongue circles my clit, pressure building with each pass, my body trembles on the edge. He knows exactly what I need, reading every gasp and plea.
But I don’t just want to be taken. I want to give as much as I get. I lean forward, reaching down to wrap my fingers around his cock,already hard and throbbing for me. I lower my mouth, tongue teasing the sensitive tip before taking him deeper, savoring his taste and the way he groans into my body when I do.
My head bobs up and down his length, savoring the weight and heat of him, the salt of his skin. My tongue circles him, teasing, worshipping, and his hands slide into my hair, his breath coming faster.
He groans, deep and raw, and it thrills me, the way he lets himself be undone for me, the way his control slips as I work him with my mouth and hand.
The world disappears until there’s only the slick, wet heat of his mouth, the fullness of him between my lips.
When I finally come, it’s with a shattering cry, my thighs clenching around his head, my lips sliding down his cock as my pleasure ripples through me.
He comes moments later, his body arching, his groan muffled against my skin. I swallow him down, every drop, feeling him fall apart for me just as I did for him.
For a moment, neither of us moves. We just look at each other, hearts thudding in sync. I see everything in his gaze, the wild devotion, the hunger, the weight of everything we’ve survived. He’s trembling, just a little.
He leans in and kisses me slow and deep, his lips reverent, his tongue gentle as it glides against mine. My arms wrap around his neck, holding him there, needing to feel his weight, his heat, his solidity. I hook a leg around his hip, guiding him closer, and the tip of his cock slides against me, slick and hot and insistent.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, voice rough.
I smile up at him, all barriers fallen away. “I want you. All of you. Always.”
He groans, low and desperate, and then he’s pushing inside me, filling me inch by inch, slowly, letting me feel every stretch, every shudder as he buries himself deep. I gasp, clutching at his shoulders, arching into him as my body welcomes him, opening to him as if it was made for this.
We move together, slow at first, the rhythm unhurried, savoring every second. His hips press into mine, every thrust sending ripples of pleasure through my core, my cunt throbbing around his cock. I cling to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, nails digging into his back as the world contracts to the space between our bodies.
He cups my cheek, brushing his thumb over my lips, his eyes never leaving mine. I see him unravel, see the walls fall away until it’s just him—just Konstantin. Just the man I love, trembling above me, giving me everything he’s ever held back. He doesn’t have to say it. I know.
“I love you so much,” I moan.
He pauses for a few seconds, panting hard before he changes the angle, hips tilting, and I cry out as he hits the spot inside me that sends sparks shooting through my body. He swallows my cries with another kiss, devouring me, loving me so fiercely it hurts in the best possible way. Our bodies slap together, breath hot, skin slick, the sounds of our pleasure filling the room as the night wraps us up in its hush.
I feel him everywhere—his breath against my throat, his hand at my waist, his cock stretching me open and making me whole.My climax builds again, dizzying, and I grip his shoulders, desperate, meeting his thrusts, chasing the edge.
“Let go,” he whispers against my ear.
