Page 27 of The Bratva's Arranged Bride
“It’s true.”
“It’s definitely not. You’re asking for it at this point.”
Those breathless mutterings had my sanity dangling by a thread, and I was cursing him in every single way I could think, despite being unable to pull myself away.
“Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“No?” Val teased, cupping my cheek with his free hand to tilt my head back. “Then I’ll just have to think of another way to keep your mouth busy.”
Those words, the intimate proximity of our faces, and the sheer want coursing between us were the final straw. I couldn’t help it.
Easing into it, I met Val halfway, feeling the pressure of his lips against mine.
It wasn’t tender or meant to tease me like before, but was forceful and urgent, like neither of us could maintain our restraint anymore. It was far too late for that.
By then, there wasn’t any strength left in me to deny how badly I wanted to feel more. To know the depth of how badly he wanted me in return.
Val was nothing but pure temptation, and as his hold on me tightened, pulling me closer, I could only allow myself to be consumed by him.
Humming into the kiss, I felt delirious already. My head filled with a pleasant fog while I kissed him back, far too eager to take it slow.
To his apparent delight, Val took advantage of that fact and melded his lips with mine hotly, pushing against me just enough to press us together in a burning exchange of yearning that pushed me even closer to the edge.
My heart raced while heat flooded my system, guiding me to run my fingers through his hair, settling against the nape of his neck while he groaned low in his throat.
Dropping both hands to my waist, Val’s touch was insistent and demanding, seemingly not wanting an inch of space between us. His grip spoke of his need and all the ways he had been holding back, but in that moment, all of that didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Almost like he was afraid of not getting the chance again, his lips caressed mine with a ferocity I had never experienced before. It left me needing more despite myself, and I felt myself drifting deeper and deeper into that temptation.
At the brush of his tongue against the seam of my lips, I shivered, unable to resist his silent request. Our breathing deepened as I opened my mouth, only to be completely invaded by him and the intensity that accompanied his desire.
That mutual eagerness didn’t let up between us while our tongues brushed together, sparking a deeper arousal within me. I could feel him surrounding me all at once, and while it was overwhelming, a new sense of greed consumed me. I just wanted more. I needed more.
As Val pulled me even closer, I could feel how hard he was already, and that fact alone was enough to make me lose another part of my rational mind.
While his tongue explored my mouth, I pressed against him, noting the way he hummed from somewhere deep in his throat.
The feeling of our chests pressing together sent a ripple of excitement down my spine, and given how his ministrations only became more frenzied, I could tell it was affecting him the same way.
“I need you,” Val murmured against my lips, pausing long enough to speak before continuing. His hands roamed my body then, one sliding beneath my top. It continued higher, drifting across my skin and grazing over my ribs before settling beneath my breast.
The moment he tentatively slipped his fingers beneath my bralette, another wave of desire hit me. Pleasure trickled through my system at the brush of his skin against my sensitive skin, and nothing else seemed to matter while he cupped me.
With the urgency in his kiss, his erection pressed against my hip, and the teasing of his thumb against my nipple, I couldn’t register anything other than him with my senses.
Val was everywhere at once, promising me unbridled pleasure.
The undeniably gorgeous man I was married to was more than prepared to bring us both to new heights—to experience that fulfillment together for the first time.
But as that realization set in, it hit me harder than I expected.
So hard that it snapped me out of it, immediately reminding me of how bad of an idea that was.
One question circled my mind, seemingly echoing louder and louder:
What the hell am I doing?
At once, I broke the kiss and pulled back to find his expression tense with surprise and confusion. He took me in with his gaze, forced to let go of me as I put another step between us.
