Page 16 of A Secretary for the Bratva Boss
She walks toward me, her feet silent on the thick rug. She stops just out of reach. "I'm... I'm still scared."
"Good," I murmur. "So am I."
I reach for her, pulling her into my arms. I kiss her. Not like last night, not a claim, but a question. It’s soft, tentative. I'm tasting her, tasting her surrender.
She kisses me back. Her hands come up to tangle in my hair, her mouth opening under mine. She's an innocent, but she's not passive. She's fire, and she's been starving for oxygen.
I break the kiss, my forehead resting against hers. "Say it."
"Yes," she whispers, a broken, beautiful sound. "Anton, yes."
It’s all I need.
I lift her again, carrying her the last few feet to the bed, laying her down on the cool, high-thread-count sheets. I part the robe. She’s wearing nothing underneath.
My breath hitches. Her body is... perfect. Soft curves, luminous brown skin that looks like silk, a triangle of dark curls.
"You are a goddess," I whisper, my voice thick.
I start at her feet. I kiss her ankle, the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh. She gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets. I'm going to learn every inch of her. I'm going to brand her with my mouth.
I move up, my tongue tracing the dip of her hip bone. "So beautiful."
I'm between her legs now. She's trying to close them, a reflex of modesty.
"No,malen'kaya," I murmur, pressing them open. "Let me see you. I want to watch you."
I cover her with my mouth.
She cries out, a sharp, high-pitched sound of pure shock. She's so sweet, so untouched. She’s already wet, but it’s the slick of innocence, not the practiced arousal I’m used to. I'm gentle, my tongue just flicking at her clit, tasting her.
"Anton... oh God... what... what are you...?"
"I'm tasting you," I murmur against her. "I'm learning you. You are mine, and I will know every part of you."
I'm not gentle for long. I hold her hips, pinning her, and I take her, my tongue and lips working with a practiced skill that is at war with the raw, primal need to just...devourher.
She comes apart in minutes, a wild, bucking orgasm that makes her cry out my name.
I don't stop. I'm lapping at her, drinking her, taking her down from the peak and pulling her right back up. I want her wrecked. I want her to know, without a doubt, what pleasure is. And that only I can give it to her.
When she's a sobbing, shaking mess, I move up, kissing her belly, her breasts. I take a dark, dusky nipple into my mouth and suck hard. She cries out again, a different note this time.
"Please... Anton... please..."
"Please what,moya? What do you want?"
"You. I want... I don't know..."
"You want me inside you," I say, the words a rough growl. I position myself over her. I'm hard, aching, my cock pressing against her wet, sensitive entrance. "This is going to hurt, Talia. Just for a moment. But I need you to look at me. Do not close your eyes. I want to be the only thing you see."
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and trusting.
I push.
She's so...tight. It's like nothing I've ever felt. I meet the barrier, the proof of her innocence.
"Stay with me," I whisper.
