Sinful Bride (Belaya Bratva 3)

I stepped forward, placing my hand on his arm. “How are you really handling Anatoly’s death?” I was barely handling it myself, wishing there had been more I could have done to save his life.

Gavril shook his head, taking my hand and clasping it in his. “I don’t want to talk about it. Not now.”

So, he needed time. I was more than willing to give him all the time he wanted. “Then what do you want?” I asked instead.

A slow, sinful grin slid across his face. “Are you sure you want to know that, Naomi?”

A warmth spread throughout my body as he brought my fingers up to his lips, kissing the tips. “Yes,” I said softly. “I do.”

“I want you,” he said simply. “Naked. Writhing under me.”

Oh God. Every nerve ending was firing simultaneously, thinking about the way his fingers would expertly move over my skin, bringing me to new heights that I could only imagine.

“How should we go about this?” he murmured, dropping my hand. “Should I take your clothes off, or do you want to show me your luscious body?”

My knees weakened slightly. How the heck was I supposed to answer that question? “I would rather see yours,” I said instead, toying with the hem of his shirt. “Will you show me your body, husband?”

His eyes darkened further. “I fucking like that word coming out of your mouth.”

My entire body went weak, but I lifted the hem, letting my fingers graze the skin of his abdomen. I thought I felt his body tremble as I pulled his shirt over his head. “You’re gorgeous,” I said, letting my fingers brush over his well-defined form.

He didn’t respond as I traced his scars that dotted his torso, leaning forward to kiss them one by one. “Naomi,” he growled as my hands started to work on his belt buckle. “What are you doing?”

I smiled up at him. “I guess you will have to wait and see.”

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” he said. “You are pregnant and—”

“Not any different than I would be otherwise,” I answered. “I’m carrying your child, not an alien or something, Gavril.”

“Our child,” he corrected, melting my heart even more.

His words didn’t stop me from my path and I pushed his pants over his hips, waiting until Gavril stepped out of them before I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His reaction was hungry, his cock pressing insistently against the flesh of my stomach, and though I wanted to feel him inside me, I also wanted to show him how happy I was to be back home with him.

Gavril’s lips left mine and he nibbled on my jawline, pressing kisses all the way to my earlobe. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he murmured as he pressed himself against me.

“Not yet,” I gasped, pushing at his shoulders so that he would step back. My hands rubbed over his shoulders and down his arms before I knelt before him, hearing his sharp intake of breath. His cock seemed to swell in front of me, and when I reached out to grab him firmly, Gavril uttered a curse.

His reaction to my touch made me feel powerful and I got bolder with my touch, tracing the familiar parts of him that I knew well.

My hand slid down the length of him from root to tip before swirling my thumb around the head, feeling a smear of wetness already there.

“Yeah,” Gavril murmured. “That’s what you do to me.”

I met his gaze, wishing he could feel my own wet warmth. “Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth, Gavril?”

My words seemed to surprise him, and I saw his throat bob before he cleared it. “Fuck, yeah. Take that cock, baby.”

Smirking, I did just that. I wrapped my lips around him and slid him down my throat until there was nothing else I could take in. Gavril’s hand slid into my hair, but he didn’t force me like before, letting me take the lead.

I tasted every inch of him, alternating with my mouth and my hand until I had Gavril groaning above me, his cock swollen and harder than I had ever encountered.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he replied as I eased him out of my mouth, sliding my hand over the wetness I had left there. “Your mouth on my cock is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Did you like it?”

“Yes,” I breathed, tracing the vein under his shaft. “I’m wet for you.”

He slid his hand over mine and we stroked him together, our eyes locked in. “I want you to show me,” he said hoarsely, his jaw clenched. “Get on the fucking bed.”

I rocked back on my heels and rose to my feet, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “I’m happy to show you.” My panties were soaked with need, and as much as I wanted to play along, I also wanted him inside me.