The Bratva King's Kidnapped Bride - Page 60

“Hurry,” she pleaded.

“There’s plenty of time,” I told her, looking up at her lust-glazed eyes. “You’re home now.”

She yanked me up with surprising strength, so we were nose to nose. “Right where I belong,” she said, kissing me with a furious hunger. “Right where I’m going to stay,” she gasped, her head flopping to the pillows.

“Good.”

As of that moment, I would make sure that statement was true. The way she clung to me made me believe her feelings were as strong as mine. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I began kissing my way back down her body, and I pushed away all thoughts of anything ever going wrong between us again.

I needed this. I needed her.

As I eased her pants down her legs, dragging the lacy panties with them, I felt weak for possibly the first time in my life. Not physically, but something far more serious. This woman, who I had declared mine, was the true owner of my soul.

I loved her. With every fiber of my being. I wouldn’t lose her. That was impossible.

“Aleks,” she moaned impatiently.

I realized I had fallen into a trance, my chin resting against her ankle, my eyes trained on her beauty as my heart warred with the idea that she might not always be mine. With a chuckle, I tossed the rest of her clothes across the room, determined to burn them as she wished. There was no need for her to have to relive what she went through, and as long as I was alive, she’d never deal with something like that again.

Kissing my way slowly up her legs until she was a writhing mess, I made my way to the crux of her thighs and gripped her hips. She slowed her movements and reached for me, stroking my cheek.

“Please,” she whispered. “You don’t know how much I need you.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

I spread her legs wide, letting her shove my face between them. It was where I wanted to be, after all. Her taste on my tongue sent every last thought out of my head. I suckled on her swollen clit, grinning against her wet heat with every moan from her lips. Her back arched, sending her head deeper in the mound of pillows. Her vibrant hair was in wild disarray, bright against the gray sheets.

I lowered my head again, plunging my tongue deep into her pussy, lapping at the slick folds until she had me locked between her knees in an iron grip. Pushing her legs wider apart, I kept licking her, wanting to bring her to the highest heights. Needing to hear her scream out my name.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated, in a trance.

I was rock hard, shocked I hadn’t already burst out of my pants. My cock strained to be inside her tight little hole, but not until she gave me what I needed even more.

“Scream for me,” I urged, swiping her clit with my tongue.

Her fingernails tore into my shoulders, and I growled as I felt my skin ripping under her fevered grasp. I circled her plump nub lazily, as if I wasn’t as crazed as she was.

“Aleks,” she cried, her voice rising as she pushed her hips closer to me. “Please, please, let me…”

The scream tore out of her as I gave her what she was begging for. And still, I rolled my tongue over her slippery clit as she yanked at chunks of my hair. In a few moments, she went limp, gasping. I shoved down my pants, and as soon as I rose over her body, she came back to life. Mischief shone in her eyes, her skin blushing from her rosy nipples to her hairline. I wanted to kiss every inch.

With one hand, she wrapped her fingers around my stiff shaft, grinning at the sound that flew out of my mouth. Pain and pleasure coursed through me as she stroked, pulling my face close to hers with her other hand to kiss me hard. She licked away her own juices from my lips, rolling her thumb through the moisture at the tip of my cock before sliding her palm up and down my length.

I growled against her throat, nipping at her collarbone as she wrapped her legs around my hips. I breathed her in, the slight hint of her shampoo still clinging to her hair, the antiseptic smell of the hospital sheets, and the hot, sandy air of the desert. The unmistakable scent of desire drove me to hold her tighter.

“Katie,” I said roughly. “My gorgeous wife—”

“Say it again,” she interrupted, making me growl some more as she eased her hand up and down.

“My strong and beautiful wife,” I said, nuzzling her neck. “Soon to be the mother of my child.”

“Yes?” she gasped, her motions feverish now, once again pushing her hips up against me.

“I really need to fuck you now.”

Her joyous laughter filled my soul but soon turned into a gasp as I moved her hand away to push my cock deep inside her. The tight feel of her wet pussy made me go still, roughly breathing into her hair. She whispered something I couldn’t make out, but the way her hips moved beneath me robbed me of the ability to think at all. I pushed deeper and harder, needing to give her all of me as much as I needed all of her.

“Oh yes, that’s perfect,” she sighed.