Bratva's Captive - Piper Stone Page 0,47

her fingers into me sizzling every muscle. I brought her onto her toes then lowered my head, crushing my mouth over hers.

She struggled in my hold, undulating her body until the friction was ready to drive me mad. When she finally clung to my shirt, whimpering into the kiss, I lost the last of my resolve. I thrust my tongue inside, dominating hers with ease. While she provided resistance at first, her body soon melded against mine, soft whimpers able to escape from around our moment of passion.

I shifted my other hand down her back, sliding it under the ridiculously large shirt, cupping her firm buttocks. There was nothing more I wanted than to feast on her pretty pink pussy, sinking my tongue inside her tight channel. That would happen soon enough.

Chloe continued to wiggle against me, her moans escalating. The taste of her was sweet and tangy at the same time, the combination a reminder that the woman was exactly the same way. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, swishing my tongue back and forth, the tip finally hitting the back of her throat.

Every muscle was tense, my heart thudding rapidly against my chest. Just the touch of her alone was enough to sear every nerve ending. Whether or not she had any idea the kind of reaction she caused simply didn’t matter.

I would take her in every hole.

I would slide my tongue past her swollen folds.

And I would fill her with my seed.

When I broke the kiss, I kept our lips mere centimeters apart, blowing hot air across her mouth then dragging my tongue around her lips.

“Oh…” she mewed, the sound reverberating deep beneath my skin.

Her eyes were now closed, the shimmer on her skin making my mouth water. I continued to smell her fear, the scent mixing with her feminine wiles only further enticing the savage in me. I nipped her lower lip before sliding my tongue across her jaw then down to her neck. She tilted her head, exposing her throat.

A rush of adrenaline only boosted my needs. I could no longer think clearly, my focus hazy. It had been a long time since any woman had caused this kind of reaction. Easing away, I took several deep breaths before slowly unbuttoning her shirt.

Chloe didn’t try to stop me. She merely kept her gaze locked on my face, her mouth twisting in anticipation of what I was going to do. When the last button had been released, I eased my hand in between the two edges, ever so slowly crawling my fingers up to her naked breasts, cupping and squeezing.

She swayed back and forth, taking shallow breaths. Every few seconds, another whimper slipped past her lips.

I rolled my fingers around her already hardened nipples before pinching them. The way she reached for my wrists wasn’t about pulling my hands away. She was holding them in place, her eyes remaining closed as the look of rapture crossed her face.

“So beautiful, moy malen’kiy pitomets.” While I knew that using the term ‘my little pet’ would bother her, I couldn’t help but think of her in that endearing manner. She was also mine to protect from the evils of this world.

“Mmm…”

I twisted her aroused buds until she let off a soft cry. Her slender fingers ripped at my shirt, tugging the soft material from the tight confines of my jeans. I rolled the shirt off her shoulders, gazing slowly down the length of her body. While she dropped her arms, allowing the material to fall to the floor, she resumed her task immediately after, sliding her hands under my tee shirt. The way she touched me was captivating, so delicate as if worried she could actually hurt me.

With a series of growls, I finished the task for her, yanking the shirt over my head and tossing it. Unable to resist, I slid my hands over her shoulders, brushing them down the length of her spine.

A warm blush crept up from her neck, covering her cheeks. The color highlighted her high cheekbones and aristocratic nose, a perfect accompaniment to her rose-colored lips.

I was surprised when she slowly dropped to her knees, dragging her hands down my chest then purposely moving them to my thighs. The woman was teasing me, pushing my limits. She knew exactly what she was doing, the coy smile on her face invigorating the monster.

“Be careful what you do, Chloe.”

“Or what?” she whispered then blew across my stomach while caressing my legs.

“I don’t know if