Page 24 of Bratva Prince
I throbbed against his touch, pulsing with a heated desire—a need for him to be with me,inme. I wanted him more than I’d wanted anything in my life.
And he was more than willing to deliver.
My hands wrapped around his torso, running over his chiseled back, neck, shoulders, and anyplace else I could touch. My fingers found their way to his hair that was still tied up, and I gently pulled out the tie, breaking away from the kiss to see his hair cling to his cheek on one side while the other was short.
God, he was sexy.
I was beyond wet, so ready for him, between the tattoos, his body, and his gorgeous hair laying against his powerful jawline.
I had to have him.Now.
“I want you,” I whispered in his ear, my finger trailing along his jaw.
“I'm licking and sucking every inch of your pussy,” he hissed, pushing his body up against me. “I will have you screaming until that beautiful voice of yours becomes hoarse,” he says, dropping on his knees and widening my legs. I moan as his tongue enters my body. With a gentle flick, he slides it up slowly until it's on my clit.
“Oh my god! Please, Ivan!” I begged, craving the high like an addict.
Two fingers enter my body. He spreads them, then curls them.
“Oh,” I gasp.
His lips gently suck on my nub, then he flicks and sucks in a pattern over and over again, tormenting me.
“I love how you taste,” he purrs, rolling his tongue over my clit and curling his fingers deep within. I can't even breathe because it feels so fucking fantastic.
Everything becomes more intense, creating a heat I've never felt before. My skin gleams, flushed from the fire burning within me. And then the world ceases to exist. It's just Ivan and me and an orgasm that he's driving, commanding my body like he owns it.
“Oh my god!” I scream.
He retreats when my voice grows raspy, and my cries are hardly heard. He wipes his mouth with his palm before moving his lips an inch closer to mine. “Do you want to take this to the bed?” he asks, running his hand over my hair.
“Uh-huh,” was all I could squeak out.
12
Ivan
Two things were different about tonight. One, I’d never taken a chance like this before imperative business. And two, I’ve had countless women in my hotel rooms, but none of them had been like this.
Willow was different than those other women—and I know that sounds cliche, but fuck, it was true.
She was fun. Playful. Adventurous. She had a feisty side that I absolutely adored. A take-no-shit attitude that no other woman had given me. Where others tried to win me over, she called me out on my bullshit.
And I loved it.
So much for an early night.Despite meeting with Mihailo in the morning, I stayed with her. I walked on the beach and invited her to my room. It wasn’t for a quick fuck, either. Something about the moment—I felt like if I didn’t do it now, then I never would.
It was hard to describe, but I’d felt an unrelenting, uncontrollable need to be closer to her. And it wasn’t just about the sex—though I couldn’t keep my dick from getting hard when she was around me. No, it was something deeper, pulling at me from my core.
God, this trip to Greece is turning out to be a nightmare and a dream. A blessing and a curse.
I turned off the shower, grabbing a towel for her. We’d barely dried off, too wrapped up in a heady haze of lust and yearning—the line between want and need too blurred to distinguish the two.
Reaching the bed, I pulled her into me. Our bodies molded together, drawn into another heated kiss. We sank into the mattress, and she climbed on top of me—straddling me but teasing me with her wet pussy as she allowed the tip of my cock to touch, but not enter.
And god, did I want to enter.
I wanted to explore parts of her no other man had seen—to make her writhe and tremble with pleasure, coming over and over again.
