Page 92 of The Bratva Enforcer and His Virgin Bride

Instead, I release her hand. Slowly. Reluctantly.

“Goodnight, Sofia.”

Her fingers linger against mine for a brief second before slipping away completely.

“Goodnight, Lukyan.”

She opens her door, steps inside, then pauses.

For a moment, she glances back over her shoulder. Our eyes meet one last time. Neither of us speaks for a moment.

Then she surprises me. “Will you come in for a moment?”

I stare at her. For half a second, I genuinely wonder if I’ve imagined it. The corner of her mouth twitches. And then she’s laughing at the expression on my face.

I recover quickly. Or at least I pretend to.

“Careful, Sofia. You’re starting to sound like you enjoy my company.”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

I step into the room before she can change her mind. The laugh she lets out follows me inside. The door closes behind us. The sound is soft.

Yet somehow it changes everything. The room suddenly feels more intimate. A warm lamp glows beside the bed. One of her books lies open on the blanket where she’d abandoned it earlier.

Everything about the space feels unmistakably hers now. I turn, and she’s staring at me. We just stare at each other for a heartbeat. I don’t even know who moves first, but suddenly all the space between us evaporates.

We’re in each other’s arms. Our tongues are down each other’s throats, and we’re kissing like we’ll literally die if we don’t taste each other right this second.

I’m ravenous, and I can feel myself completely losing control. I fist her hair and force myself to drag my mouth away from hers, breathing hard.

“Tell me to leave, Sofia,” I growl, my voice rough. “I’m no better than an animal right now. Please.”

A small, breathless smile touches her lips. “I don’t want you to leave.”

That’s it. My control completely snaps. I crash my mouth back down onto hers, and this time the kiss is hungrier, more intense. She lets out a soft whimper against my lips, and I swear I see red.

I gently push her backward until her knees hit the mattress and she falls back onto the bed. Without breaking the kiss, I work the zipper of her dress and peel the fabric off her body. She writhes beneath me, and I haven’t even truly touched her yet. She is so incredibly sensitive to my touch that it makes my cock ache.

Fuck.

I finally break the kiss to look down at her. My cock throbs painfully against my pants. I take her in from head to toe—from her beautiful blue eyes to the swell of her breasts, her soft curves, and down to the heat between her legs.

Her skin pinks with heat, and she instinctively tries to bring her hands up to cover herself. But I catch her wrists, pinning them gently to the mattress as I stare down at her.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

She opens her mouth to say something—probably to thank me—but I don’t give her the chance. I lean down and take one of her nipples straight into my mouth, sucking over the sensitive peak. Whatever words she is about to speak come out as a sharp, breathless gasp.

“Luk—”

Hearing my name on her lips is a total aphrodisiac, and I drink it right up. I suck on her nipples, completely devouring her like she’s my last meal on earth. She cries out, moaning and whimpering under me, and I hold her down with one arm resting heavy across her throat. She tastes absolutely incredible.

I slide my tongue over to her other nipple and start licking her there, making her fingers delve tight into my hair. Meanwhile, my other hand slowly slides down her flat stomach, moving past her hips until my fingers part her wet folds. She screams.

“Lukyan, please.”

I flick her clit while sucking her nipple, and she’s a complete mess beneath me. I pull my hand away from her core for a second just to taste her juices on my fingers, and the flavor almost drives me mad. I can’t take it anymore.