Page 13 of A Baby for the BRATVA Boss
She lifts her eyes to mine and I see something there I never expected. Desire, arousal, want, need. It’s in the way her pupils are blown, in the steadiness of her gaze.
“You told me I could have anything I want.” Her words come out in a rush. Breathy but determined, with a slight tremor thattears through my control. I reach up, touch her chin with my thumb, then trace the line of that tiny scar along her top lip. She goes perfectly still.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I say, though my thumb moves anyway, brushing the corner of her mouth, learning its shape.
She fucking whimpers, and there it is. The end of every reason not to touch her I’ve been trying to hold on to.
For a moment, all I can do is look at her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the pulse beating in her throat, the defiance still alive behind her fear. I press my thumb harder against her mouth, drawing back the memory of our earlier kiss.
“You think you know what you’re asking for,” I say quietly. “You don’t.”
“I don’t care. I just know that whatever this is, only you can make it go away.”
Something inside me gives.
“Yury, please. I feel like I’m drowning and I don’t understand why.”
I catch her wrist and pull her the last step forward, into the circle of my heat. Her body meets mine, and the sound she makes against my chest isn’t fear this time. It’s surrender.
My mouth finds her temple, my breath rough in her hair. “If we do this, there’s no turning back. Understand?”
She nods once, slow. “Yes.”
I look down at her, at the dark waves of her hair against her pale skin, blue eyes now almost entirely black, at her pink lips and that scar I can’t stop thinking about. My control is hanging by a thread.
Her hands come to my chest, stroke over the cotton of my shirt before pulling it apart, the buttons giving way easily. Thenher palms are smoothing over my chest and something like relief washes over her face before she frowns again.
My mouth comes to hers in a frenzy, nipping and licking at her lips, her tongue, wanting to drown in her, with her.
We break apart long enough for me to pull the sweater over her head, revealing the curves of her breasts cupped in cream lace, her soft belly. I open the button of her jeans and fall to my knees as I slide them from her hips, pull them from her ankles.
“Yury…I—” her voice is a plea and a confession.
“I know,” I reply, pressing my face to her core and inhaling deeply until my cock throbs. “Fuck, Sophia, I know.”
I kneel before her, my hands gripping the soft curves of her hips, and I can feel the tremor running through her body like a live wire. Her scent fills me, sweet and heady, making my cock strain harder against my pants.
She's wearing cream lace panties that match her bra, innocent and perfect, and I hook my fingers into the sides, sliding them down slowly, inch by inch, exposing her to me. Sophia gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders for balance, nails digging in just enough to send a jolt straight to my groin.
I look up at her face, flushed and wide-eyed, and I know this is all new to her, every touch a discovery, every sensation uncharted. I press my lips to the soft skin just above her mound, and she whimpers, her knees buckling slightly.
"Yury," she breathes, and it's a plea that unravels the last of my restraint.
I rise to my feet in one fluid motion, scooping her up into my arms, her bare skin warm against my chest where my shirt hangs open. She's fragile in a way that makes me want to protect her and claim her all at once. I carry her to the bed, laying her downon the cool sheets. She arches instinctively, her body seeking more even as her eyes flicker with uncertainty.
I shrug off my ruined shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and her gaze roams over my chest, my tattoos, the scars that tell stories I haven't shared yet. Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling, those perfect tits straining against the lace, the dark pink of her nipples promising me what’s to come.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue exploring hers, teaching her the rhythm as she tentatively responds. Her hands explore my back, tracing the muscles there. I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, nipping at the pulse point, and she moans softly, the sound rolling through me like thunder.
My hands find the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease, and I peel it away, revealing her to me fully. Her nipples harden in the cool air, dark pink and begging for attention, and I don't deny them. I take one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, swirling my tongue around the peak while my hand kneads the other breast.
Sophia cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, and I can feel her hips shifting restlessly beneath me. She's so responsive, every touch drawing out a new sound, a new shiver, and it drives me wild knowing I'm the first to awaken this in her.
I switch to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, and her body bows off the bed, pressing into me.
"It feels so good," she whispers, voice breaking, and I growl against her skin, the vibration making her gasp again. “I can feel it everywhere.” The last word is drawn out on a needy moan and I feel the pre-cum pulse from my cock.
I slide my hand down her stomach, over the soft curve of her belly, until I reach the heat between her thighs.
