Page 70 of Kept By the Bratva
She moved her fingertips to my mouth. “No. I know better now. You are not a monster. You are a hero. A helper. A man who cares to release a child from hell, and a lover who will defend me.”
Sitting on my thigh, she lowered her hand and draped her arm around my shoulders. She snuggled close, bringing my hand to her stomach. “You are the strong, brave father of my children—our children—and I will always love you too.”
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AMY
His nostrils flared as he looked at me with that smoldering gaze that set me on fire.
I didn’t know if something was wrong with me to want him now. My addiction to this man and his love would never fade, but so soon after all that violence and danger, it seemed hasty.
“I love you, so fucking much,” he growled as he stood.
I rose with him, safe in his arms. He’d never drop me. He’d never let me go. I knew I could believe him when he promised it.
As he carried me out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom, I dipped my head to kiss him softly.
It wasn’t enough. He groaned, dropping to the bed and covering me with the hot bulk of his rugged body. Pinning me to the mattress, he kissed me harder, with bite and more than a suggestion of hunger.
He leaned back, raking his ravenous stare over me, and I drew in a deep breath of anticipation with the knowledge that he would render me into a molten puddle of bliss.
I knew that look. I learned what it meant that first night we slept together.
He wanted me with a fierce need that couldn’t be easily extinguished.
My pussy grew slick with cream, throbbing as I pushed my hips toward his. Already, my nipples pebbled under my shirt, aching for his touch and kiss.
Throughout my whole body, I was aware and famished for him, heated with this streak of desire coursing through my veins.
“Please, Nik,” I begged as I ran my hands over his bare shoulders. Without his shirt on, he was halfway naked, and I couldn’t wait to feel every taut inch of him, unhindered by any clothing.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He wore that same wretched look of patience that he’d given me when I rode him before he left to kill Diego.
“You wouldn’t.”
He shook his head, pressing kisses along my jawline. “The doctor said?—”
I laughed loudly once, incredulous. “I doubt Dr. Francis would approve of what just happened in the dining room, either!”
He furrowed his brow, peppering kisses down my neck. “And I swear to you, that won’t happen again. We’ll redouble the guards here.”
Still, he made no move to take my clothes off.
“I want you, Nik. Please. Please make love to me.”
He slid his hand beneath my shirt to grab my breast. His touch was possessive and firm as he tugged at my nipple, and I groaned at the direct hit of pleasure connecting from my breasts to my pussy.
“I need to feel you. I need to feel the love and life between us to erase the reminders of all the death and fighting.”
Caressing my skin, he moved to my other breast. “Can you accept that it is a part of who I am? A part of my life here?” He pushed my shirt up to suck on my tit.
I cried out, holding his head there and squirming for more. “A part ofourlives, you mean. I’m not going anywhere.”
His smile was wicked. “Good. Because I am going to worship this body,” he promised as he dragged my shirt off. “Now and forever.”
“You putting a ring on it?” I asked with a saucy grin as he yanked my pants off.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied confidently as he feasted his eyes on my body. “Whenever you want to, we will marry.”