The Bratva King's Kidnapped Bride - Page 71

“Okay, there are two ways to get out of this one,” he reminded me, his grip firm around my chest, his hard muscles pressing against my backside.

I knew exactly how to break out of the hold, but I turned in his arms and smiled up at him instead. “What if I don’t want to get out?”

He grinned, and I slid my hands over his pecs to grip his shoulders. His head dipped to brush his nose against mine. “This is one way to weaken an opponent, I suppose.”

“I think I’ve had enough of the lesson today,” I said, rubbing against the bulge that pressed into my belly. “Maybe we can use the rest of our time more wisely.”

His hands lowered to cup my bottom, lifting me slightly so that his stiff shaft nestled just where I wanted it. I moaned as he kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue. My morning sickness had completely dissipated, and I’d become a ravenous beast where Aleks’s touch was concerned. I just simply couldn’t get enough, and he was happy to keep up.

“How do you smell so good after working out?” he asked, nibbling down the side of my neck.

I was too busy breathing in his masculine scent to answer, and when he reached the scoop neckline of my sports bra, he completely took my breath away. A moment later, the top was off and tossed to the side. I glanced at the open gym door, but no one but a guard or two was in this wing, and they’d keep far away unless one of us called them.

With his hands firmly behind my back, Aleks eased me to the mat. Smoothing my hair out on both sides of my head, he smiled at me with wonder.

“I love the way you look at me,” I told him, getting choked up with emotion. That was another side effect of pregnancy, it seemed. Becoming a sex fiend and crying at the drop of a hat.

“That’s good because I love looking at you, my beautiful wife.” He laughed and kissed my nose. “Don’t cry. Let me make you scream instead.”

With that, he lowered his head and suckled my breasts, teasing each nipple to a tight peak. I lifted my hips, moaning as I dragged my fingers through his hair. I muttered some nonsense words as he stroked the side of my waist, slipping his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. His touch set me on fire, and he was dragging out every second until he found my most sensitive spots.

I grew impatient, remembering our important appointment, and began tugging my leggings down.

“Okay, I get it,” he said, acting disappointed. “I don’t get to savor every inch.”

He helped me get the pants down around my ankles, and then they followed my sports bra across the gym to land on the free weights.

“You can savor as much as you like later,” I told him. “You know how I am now.”

“Yes, let’s celebrate the news later,” he agreed, sliding his hands from my ankles to my thighs.

I closed my eyes, hoping we’d have something to celebrate. As much as Aleks told me he just wanted a healthy baby, I knew how big of a deal it was to have that boy in the family. He reminded me constantly that his stubborn brothers couldn’t stay single forever, and the hopes of all the Fokins didn’t rest squarely on me.

He kissed the inside of my thigh, spreading my legs, and any thought that didn’t involve his tongue flew out the window. He made a soft moaning sound that drove me wild just as he began to circle my clit and I dug my fingers into the mat underneath me.

“So delicious,” he murmured.

I cried out, grabbing his hair, but still holding on, needing this sweet torture to last. My phone beeped on the other side of the gym.

“What the hell is that?” he asked.

I shoved his head back down between my thighs, breathless and needy. “Alarm for when it’s time to get ready to leave.”

“How long?” he asked gruffly, his lips hovering and his breath against my flesh, making me writhe.

“Fifteen minutes til we walk out the door,” I said. It was supposed to be long enough to grab a quick shower and change. This was more important. “Hurry, keep going.”

He chuckled and swiped me with his tongue, pushing deep. Gripping my hips, he got serious, lapping at me like a lollipop with a prize at the center. It only took seconds until I was wracked with one of his glorious orgasms. That was the prize, and I was lucky he was so generous with doling them out.

He kept his tongue against my clit, dragging out the ecstasy until I was tearing at his hair. It was only when I let go, and my arms flopped to the mat that he rose and tugged down his shorts. I weakly reached for his big cock, loving the silky feel of his stiff shaft under my palm. He let me stroke him a few times, before glancing at his watch.

Lowering his body over mine, he kissed me. “Later, we’ll take our time.”

I moaned as he thrust deep inside me, his own sounds of pleasure drowning out mine. “God, I love fucking you,” he growled in my ear.

“Good,” I said, getting lost in the feeling again.

I tightened my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck, and let go. As soon as he felt me spasm around his cock, he roared, pumping hard and deep. I don’t know how we weren’t surrounded by guards by the time we finally quieted down, but they probably knew how to distinguish the good screams by now.