Page 82 of The Bratva King

“Gabby.”

“Nik, I will suffocate you. I’m not… that’s not… I can’t just…”

“You won’t.” His voice is patient. “Come here. Now.”

“I don’t think you’ve considered the logistics.”

“What did I tell you downstairs?”

I press my lips together.

“Say it.”

“That I have to give myself over to you.”

“Come. Here.”

My face is burning. My everything is burning. I crawl over his body, thinking I could just slip and collapse on his very large, beautiful cock.

But he has other plans. His hands grab my hips. He pulls me up his body, positioning me over his face as I grip the headboard.

“I think…”

Then his mouth closes over me, and every thought I had dissolves.

He holds my hips in place when I try to shift away from the intensity of it. His grip is immovable. I gasp as his mouth seals over me. His tongue drags over me with a slow, deliberate lick that makes my thighs tremble around his head. My fingers dig into the headboard as I try to hold myself up. But he doesn’t let me. His hands clamp down on my hips, yanking me lower until I’m fully seated on his face, his nose pressing against my clit while his tongue spears inside me.

“Oh, God,” I whisper.

He groans against my skin, and the vibration shoots straight through me. He licks and sucks with a hunger that borders on feral, his tongue circling my entrance before flicking up to lap at my clit. It’s wet and messy and sounds obscene in the quiet room. I rock my hips without meaning to, grinding on his face. He rewards me by sucking my clit between his lips, his teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.

My body is on fire. After years of nothing but my own fingers and shame, this feels like too much and not enough all at once. He fucks me with his tongue, thrusting it deep, then drags it back to my clit, circling and sucking until my body is shaking. One hand leaves my hip to spread me wider, his thumb pressing just below while his mouth devours the rest. I’m soaking him, and he doesn’t care. He moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. The sound rumbles through me.

“Nikolai,” I pant, my head falling back.

The pressure builds again, faster this time, coiling tight in my belly. He doesn’t let up. His tongue is relentless on my most sensitive spot, while two fingers slide back inside me from below, curling against that perfect place. I clench around them, hips jerking, thighs squeezing his head as the second orgasm crashes over me. It rips a scream from my throat, and my body convulses as pleasure floods every nerve. I come hard on his tongue. He drinks it down, licking me through every shudder until I’m limp and gasping, sagging against the headboard.

Only then does he ease his grip, pressing one last slow kiss to my throbbing clit before guiding me back down his body.

I am boneless. He rolls me onto my back and moves over me, his mouth wet, and his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.

“Fuck, Gabby.” His thumb drags across his lower lip. “Did you feel that?”

I cover my face with my hands. “Please don’t say anything.”

He catches one of my wrists and pulls it away. “You soaked my whole face, baby.”

“Nikolai.”

“Your body came apart for me.”

Heat rushes into my cheeks. I’m mortified. Still trembling.

His fingers swipe through the wetness on his mouth. He brings them between us and licks them clean, one at a time.

“You were waiting for me,” he says. “You just didn’t know it.”

I stare at him, too stunned to answer. He rests his thumb against my lower lip.