Page 53 of Bratva Prince
Closing my eyes, I leaned into his touch, tilting my head so he could suck my neck harder. But his mouth left my neck in pursuit of my shoulder and collar bone, trailing kisses down my chest and stomach, stopping just between my thighs where I was coated in a slick, sticky wetness from earlier.
He flicked his tongue against me, making my body writhe and shudder immediately at his touch. “Yum, I love how you taste,” he purrs, rolling his tongue over my clit and curling his fingers deep within. I arched my back, feeling my orgasm building for the zillionth time today, but just as I teetered over the edge, he pulled away.
I cursed him under my breath, and he chuckled, climbing under the blanket beside me. “You said I should stay warm and not put too much pressure on my legs,” he said with a shrug.
I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him. “You did that on purpose. Is this part two of your punishment?”
He smiled, enough of an answer to my question, and I huffed out a breath before sliding to the floor beside him.
His arm slithered around my waist, pulling me closer to his body so that my back was to his chest. In my ear, he whispered, “I’m far from finished with you,” his breath tickling my neck. The very touch was electric, the spark coursing through me and setting me on fire from within. Heat pooled in my belly, an aching throb between my legs growing in anticipation.
Arching my back, I pushed my ass against him, desire taking over again. I should rest. We should rest. He needed to relax his leg, and I was still exhausted from wandering around the island all day.
But, god… the warmth of his body pressed against me, growing harder against my thigh every time I rubbed against him, made me wet all over again.
He nipped at my ear, his voice deep as he muttered, “Are you ready for more already?”
I pushed against him as an answer to his question, and his hands slid down to my slick center that pulsed with a hunger I wanted him to satiate.Now.
“God, you’re still so wet.” his voice was breathy, and he slid two fingers deep inside me.
A low moan escaped my lips, and I craned my neck to kiss him. Though, it wasn’t fiery and intense like the other kisses that had possessed my body in a way I never knew possible. No, this kiss was deeper and held a different type of passion.
Without breaking the kiss, he pulled my leg back, sliding into me from behind.
“Oh, god,” I moaned into his mouth, feeling him throb inside me as he slowly thrust into my swollen and tender pussy. Deep and slow, the motion was drawn out, making me feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of me. My lips traveled to the nape of his neck, where I sucked and bit him in a teasing manner, his pace quickening in response.
One hand cupped my breast while the other held my leg up, spreading me wide for him to claim.
His breathing picked up, and he groaned into my ear as he came closer to his climax. Though I wasn’t close yet, I wanted him to come. Knowing I had that power over him, the seduction to make him lose all sense of control—it was sexy. It made me feel sexy.
“Come for me,” I begged, working my body to move with his thrusts. “I want you to come hard for me.”
Fingers dug into my thighs as he furiously pounded into me, gripping me tighter as he came closer to the edge. Maybe it would leave bruises, but I didn’t care. This time, I wanted him to screammyname, and I let him know of my filthy desires, which seemed to turn him on more by the way he pumped into me with such vigor, turning me enough to pin my arms above my head.
Not even a minute later, he tightened his grip on my wrists, as he pulled out of me. “Fuck, Willow!” he grunted into my shoulders, biting down as he shot his seed onto the blanket—thankfully missing my back. But damn if the bite on my shoulder didn’t hurt. Though, it was worth it to know that hedidcome hard for me. And he cried out my name. Hearing my name said in such an intense pleasure made me want to come again.
I grabbed his hand, shoving it between my legs so he could finish me off again. The devilish smile curled at his lips as he shoved four—not two or three, but four—fingers inside of me, craning his hand to hit my spot, giving me an intense orgasm that made me see stars when I squeezed my eyes shut.
In a weird way, being stuck on this secluded island with him was like a sick fantasy that came to fruition before my very eyes, tempting and teasing me in the most exquisite ways. At that moment, I couldn’t have cared less about being rescued or leaving the island because everything I wanted was holding me against his body.
That left me wondering, when—or, if—we got rescued, where would that leave us?
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Ivan
Willow’s breathing evened out, and I knew she’d fallen asleep. Not that I blamed her after our escapades all last night and today.
My arms were tucked under her body, and I had to slither out from beneath her to get up and take a piss. The moonlight shone on her body, illuminating her breasts like a goddess of the night. Taking one last glance of adoration, I turned away, heading toward the edge of the cave.
The night was silent, aside from the waves crashing into the shore down the mountain in a repetitive motion. I sighed, breathing in the fresh air from the rain. Who knew being naked outside could feel so liberating?
I’d struggled to sleep since I’d had such a long nap earlier, so I decided to try and catch a fish in the stream. I couldn’t handle the walk down to the beach, but just around the corner wasn’t too bad, even if I needed to use a stick as a cane to help with my limping.
Naked fishing. If I caught one, would that make me anaked hooker? I chuckled to myself at the terrible pun, wishing Mihailo was here to pester with my dumb jokes and annoying nicknames.
But he wasn’t.
