Sinful Bride (Belaya Bratva 3)

Chapter 19

Naomi

I felt the moment that Gavril’s control slipped and he realized that he needed this too. There was too much emotion wrapped up between us, and now I had to worry about him not coming back.

It was a real thing. He was going to Jon’s apartment, and it could be a trap. Knowing Jon, it was a trap, and at the end of this day, I could be mourning Gavril’s death.

I couldn’t fathom not having Gavril walk back through that door.

His cock sprang eagerly into my hand and Gavril hissed against my lips as I traced the length of him, my own hands shaking. I needed this just as badly as he did, but when Gavril stopped my assault on his body, I cried out in frustration.

“Relax,” he murmured against my lips, moving my hand up to his chest and placing it over his rapidly beating heart. “Let me take care of you.”

I knew he was in a time crunch, and it broke my heart that what could be our final time together was going to have to be rushed like this. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I needed to hear his whispered words of love and devotion as he moved over me.

But I was going to take what I could get.

He stepped back long enough to strip off my shirt and bra, the cool air hardening my nipples. Gavril didn’t stop until I had removed the rest of my clothing, and his eyes darkened as they feasted on my body. “You are fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, his chest heaving. “Mine.”

Oh, I was his. Now and for eternity. Nothing could replace him in my heart, and if something happened to him in the next few hours, they might as well kill me right alongside him.

Reaching out, Gavril stroked his hard cock with his hand. “Touch yourself, Naomi. Show me your body.”

My knees trembled at the thought, but I reached up with my hands and cupped my aching breasts, tweaking my nipples between my fingers. It was a new sensation to touch myself like this under his gaze, but I felt, well, I felt powerful that I held him in the palm of my hand like this.

Gavril leaned forward. “Feed it to me.”

I held my breast up for him and he took it between his lips, the white-hot heat that he caused slicing through my body and tightening my core. It was a highly erotic sight, watching him tease my nipple into submission, and I gasped as he took it between his teeth, biting lightly.

When he moved to the other breast, I was soaking wet and ready for him, his cock bumping against my stomach. “Beautiful,” he murmured, taking my hand and moving it down the length of my body. “Touch yourself, Naomi.”

I did as he asked, slipping my fingers between my folds and finding nothing but wetness there. My clit was already throbbing and I knew if I touched it, I would orgasm quickly.

So I inserted a finger inside myself instead as Gavril’s tongue lavished my nipple before pulling back, his cock heavy with need. “Look at you,” he said, his voice dangerously low as he watched me pleasure myself. “So hot and ready for me.”

I whimpered low in my throat when I felt his thumb press against my clit, his other hand guiding another one of my fingers inside me, filling me like his cock would. “I want you to come all over your fingers,” he whispered against my cheek. “I want you to feel yourself release.”

“Gavril,” I breathed raggedly, the pressure starting to build between my fingers and his. “Oh God.”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his thumb dancing over my clit like he knew I liked it. “Let yourself go.”

So I did, warmth gushing over my fingers as I cried out his name. He pressed his forehead into my shoulder as he allowed me to ride the wave of my own orgasm, whispering words of love and encouragement until I was nothing but a limp noodle being held up by the wall behind me.

Gavril eased his thumb away from my clit as the last tremor subsided, his hand pressed up against my head on the wall. When I removed my fingers, he caught them in his hand and licked them clean, his eyes glittering. “Fucking gorgeous,” he replied, grasping my hips, his cock pressing into my stomach as he leaned forward for a kiss. “And I will kill anyone that tries to take you away from me.”

“Gavril,” I breathed. “I will kill for you.” I felt it in my bones that I would shoot anyone that tried to take him from me.

He chuckled. “I believe it, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Despite the few added pounds from the baby, Gavril lifted me in the air easily and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his lean waist as his cock slid into me, causing us both to groan. “Fuck,” he breathed as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hang on. “You feel fucking good, like coming home.”

I couldn’t even form a coherent word as to how good he felt, wishing I could just hold this moment still for the rest of our lives. “Make love to me,” I said, pressing hot kisses to the side of his neck. “Give yourself to me.”

He nipped at my earlobe. “You already have me, moye serdtse. You already have me.” When he surged upward, I cried out, my body convulsing around his cock. He brought me to another rapid-fire orgasm as he pounded into me, keeping his hand against my back so that I wouldn’t collide with the wall too hard. I rode him for all it was worth, sobbing against his salty shoulder until he groaned his own release, pouring himself into me.

The moment was over, and my heart mourned for its loss. I wanted to cling to him, to keep him buried inside me and wait for the tides to flow over us, somehow lessening the chance of him not coming back.

It wasn’t what was going to happen, of course. He had to fight, and I had to be the one to let him go.

When he finally lowered me to the floor, I had to grip his arm to remain upright, my legs weak. “I’m fine,” I immediately said, seeing the concern flicker over his expression. “I’m fine.”