Page 57 of Kept By the Bratva

I watched his thumb on my hand as he stroked it back and forth, rubbing me and teasing me.

“I would do anything to make sure you are safe and happy.”

Anything? Just not love?I felt so greedy, petulant for wishing for something I couldn't have. If he didn’t feel love for me, he used to express desire.

Maybe that would have to be enough. Maybe it was the best we could hope for between us after all that had happened.

“And I appreciate it, Nik.” I reached up to cup his face.

He exhaled a rush of air, flaring his nostrils. His blue eyes glittered with lust, and I felt like drowning in the tension that pulled me to him.

Sliding my fingers around the back of his head, I encouraged him to lean down to me as I sat up. We met in the middle, breathing hard with the heady suspense of being this close.

“Let me show you,” I whispered against his lips. Brushing them lightly, I shivered at the teasing tickle of his touch. “Let me show you how much all that you’ve done means to me.”

He growled, tilting his head to accommodate me as I crushed my mouth to his.

Heat blossomed and raced through me so instantly, I moaned at the thrill of desire. I’d been primed and aching for him for so long, no matter the fear and danger. Kissing him was all it took for me to burn for him and want to erupt under his mouth and hands, around his dick. Lust barreled into me with such a potent punch, I gasped against his mouth and parted my lips.

He speared his tongue in as he lifted his hand. His fingers snaked through my hair as he held me in place to plunder my mouth with his hot, skilled tongue.

“I want you,” I begged after he pulled back to gaze at me.

“We shouldn’t,” he argued weakly, as though he hated to protest. “The doctor said you need to rest.”

I crawled onto my knees, kneeling before him on the bed, and yanked off my nightgown.

“ButIsay that it’s past time for me to show you exactly how much I appreciate you.” I licked my lips as he brought his hands up to my sides, his smoldering stare crossing up my body.

It was agony to know he was here but keeping his distance. I was tired of wanting his touch and feeling the searing excitement of his ravenous gaze on me. I couldn’t take it anymore. The temptation had to end.

“Right now,” I vowed as I crawled closer.

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NIKOLAI

“Right now, huh?” I taunted her as she crawled up onto my lap.

Her sexy, sultry tone had my dick hardening even faster than it already was. I held her sides as she came closer, and I fought hard not to grip her sweet, warm flesh any tighter.

“You’re supposed to take it easy,” I reminded her half-heartedly. Her safety and health were my priority, but it had been days of rest. She seemed fine, and the doctor had told us that it was just a scare. I wouldn’t take any undue risks with this beautiful woman who held my heart in her hands. The only danger that I saw at this moment was a severe case of blue balls I wouldn’t overcome if I rejected her.

I had. Every time I felt her hooded gaze on me when she checked me out. Each time we were close enough to touch. Any time she said my fucking name. For three long-ass days, I’d told myself not to consider anything with her.

It had dragged on her, too. And even though I was supposed to leave in an hour, it looked like our patience was shot.

She couldn’t wait any longer to address this raging chemistry that never ceased between us. I lacked the willpower to deny myself—or her—for a single second more.

“Easy?” she asked as she unzipped my pants. “Fine. I’ll takeyoueasy.”

I growled, digging my fingers into her sides as she freed my cock from my pants. Her lips covered mine, and I pushed up to her and kissed her without mercy. I swallowed her sexy moans. I taunted her to gasp and mewl when I tasted her and nipped at her lower lips. Making love to her mouth was only half of what I wanted from her after so long of staying back.

She wasn’t eager to take this slowly, either. Her fingers felt like magic over my dick. Fisting me tightly and pumping my erection, she forced me to the brink of coming from just her hand alone.

It wasn’t enough, not for her or me. After she broke the kiss, rearing back with a ragged inhale of much-needed air, she slid up my lap. Her legs hugged the outer sides of my thighs, messing up my pants, but she didn’t have the patience to let me lift up to shove my clothes all the way off. Bunched at my knees, my clothes stayed trapped on the edge of the bed as she rubbed her heat against me.

Slickness followed, smearing over my skin. The tangy hit of her cream filled the air, and I growled as she ground against me with slow, lazy lifts and falls.