Page 88 of The Pakhan’s Accidental Bride

"Not anymore."

Her fingers continue their exploration, moving over my chest, shoulders, and then my arms. She's mapping my body with her touch, learning every inch of me. When she reaches the tattoo sleeve on my left arm, she pauses.

"Tell me about this one."

"The snake represents danger. The panther represents power." I watch her face as she studies the intricate design. "The jungle represents the world I live in. Beautiful but deadly."

"And the words hidden in the vines?"

"Bratva code. Rules I live by."

She leans down and presses a kiss to the tattoo, right over the hidden words. The gesture is unexpectedly tender, and something in my chest tightens.

"Now the pants," she says, straightening.

I stand and unfasten my belt, sliding my pants and boxer briefs down in one motion. My cock is already hard, jutting out from my body. Kiera's eyes drop to it, and I see her throat work as she swallows.

"Your turn," I say, my voice rough.

She steps back and slowly pulls her shirt over her head. She's not wearing a bra, and her breasts are perfect. Full and round with pink nipples that are already hard. I want to reach out and touch them, but I force myself to stay still. This is her show and I'm anxious to see what she'll do next.

She unbuttons her jeans and slides them down her legs, taking her panties with them. When she straightens, she's completely naked, and I drink in the sight of her. Her flat stomach, the curve of her hips, and the red hair between her thighs.

"You're beautiful," I say.

She moves closer, pushing me back onto the bed. I go willingly, lying back against the pillows. She climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Her wet heat is right above my cock, and it takes every ounce of control not to grab her hips and pull her down onto me.

"I want to be in control tonight," she says, her hands on my chest. "Can you handle that?"

"Yes." The word comes out strained.

She leans down and kisses me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I kiss her back, my hands moving to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. She grinds against me, her wetness coating my cock, and I groan into her mouth.

When she pulls back, her eyes are dark with desire. She reaches between us and positions my cock at her entrance. Then, slowly, she sinks down onto me.

Fuck. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me is almost too much. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as she takes me deeper. She's so wet, so hot.

"God, you feel good," she breathes.

She starts to move, rising up until just the tip of my cock is inside her, then sinking back down. The pace is slow, deliberate, and it's driving me insane. I want to flip her over and pound into her, but I force myself to let her control this.

Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I can't resist anymore. I sit up, wrapping one arm around her waist to steady her, and take one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, her movements faltering for a moment.

"Don't stop," I murmur against her skin.

She doesn't. She keeps riding me, her pace increasing. I suck on her nipple, then bite down gently. She cries out, her inner walls clenching around my cock.

"Emil," she moans.

I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention. My free hand slides between us, finding her clit. I rub it in slow circles, and she shudders.

"Oh God," she gasps. "I'm going to…"

"Come for me," I command, my voice rough. "Let me feel you."

She does. Her orgasm crashes over her, her body tensing while her inner muscles clamp down on my cock like a hot, velvet vice. The sensation is incredible, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming with her.

When she comes down from her high, she's breathing hard, her forehead resting against mine. But she doesn't stop moving. She starts riding me again, harder this time, chasing another orgasm.