Page 59 of Possessive Bratva’s Kidnapped Virgin

“What’s that?”

“Thinking, while everything else is happening. I can tell.”

“You can tell,” I repeated, tilting my head a fraction.

“Your jaw does something.” She touched it briefly again.

God, what those soft hands do to me.

I looked at her in the near-dark of the balcony with the city spread behind her like an argument for the kind of beauty that didn’t require your permission. “And what have you concluded? What does it tell you?”

“That you’re always handling something,” she said. Her voice was not critical. “And that it costs you more than you let on.” She held my gaze. “And that when you stop… younger. For about half a second.”

I blinked at her.

“Then it comes back. Like right now,” she said, her lips spreading into a grin. “And you’re you again.”

I claimed her lips in a slow, sloppy kiss, swallowing that beautiful grin of hers. Her lips went around my neck, and mine wrapped around her waist immediately.

And then I was moving, bringing her with me. The shawl was now on the floor on our way to the only chair in the balcony. I sat and moved her to straddle me. My tongue dominated the kiss as her fingers pulled the hairs at the back of my neck.

I involuntarily threw my head back as she started to move against my crotch, the clothing between us becoming an annoying impediment.

As we broke apart for air, I grabbed her hips, signaling for her to move up a bit. She unbuckled my belt as I lifted the full flare of her dress until my fingers touched the lace of her panties.

“You’re wet already,” I uttered, the realization making my dick harder.

“Surprise,” she whispered.

“Alexei,” she uttered when I tore the panties off her and tossed them to the floor.

“I fucking love that sound from your lips,” I confessed, sitting up to pull my trousers lower.

“It’s your name,” she pointed out, chuckling.

“Exactly the point,” I rushed.

I latched my lips onto her neck, making her let out a soft moan as I sucked and nibbled.

Releasing my hard length from its confines, I slid it against her moist slit.

“Oh, Alexei, don’t make me wait,” she moaned, her words coming out in a slurred rush.

I slid into her, and she held my shoulders like they were a lifeline as she started to move against me.

“Fuck,” I whispered, unable to think of anything beyond the magnificent sight of her chest heaving as she moved up and down.

I started to move, meeting her halfway.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as her core tightened around me.

“Alex…” she breathed.

“I know. Let go for me.”

Her body quaked and quivered as she came. I held her hips as I thrust up even as she unraveled. My movements became less rhythmic as I came.

The sheen of sweat on Isla’s face made her beauty more naked, more alluring to me.