Page 22 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not going to let you doubt me again."

His big body covered mine. Even through clothes, I felt the heat, the shift in him. His mouth traced my jaw, then my neck, each slow pull making my muscles melt.

"Do you like me?" I asked.

He lifted his head, eyes locking onto mine.

"It isn't like."

My stomach dropped.

Then he took my hand and pressed it to his chest. Under my palm, his heartbeat slammed—heavy, fast.

"It is love," he said. "I love you, Elena."

Something in me snapped loose. I kissed him first.

His hand slid under my hem, hot palm traveling up my waist. Everywhere his fingertips skimmed, my skin shivered. He shoved my nightgown up to my chest. Cold air hit for a second, then his heat swallowed it whole.

He lowered his mouth to my nipple.

"Kiryan!"

My body went rigid, my fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue moved slowly, circling, while his other hand kneaded my other breast. Pleasure stacked, tighter and tighter, until my back arched and I pushed into him without thinking.

He kept going lower, kissing down my ribs, my stomach. The nightgown came off completely. His hands spread my legs. Shame made me try to close them—he held me open.

"Don't cover up," he said. "I want to see you."

His mouth landed on the inside of my thigh, inching closer to the wet heat between them. I bit down on my hand to keep quiet, but when his tongue finally swept over the most sensitive spot, a moan broke loose anyway.

Kiryan didn't stop.

He worked me with his mouth, slow and teasing, then hard, sucking like he meant it. I couldn't take it. My hips lifted again and again, and he shoved me back down with his hand. The pressure climbed until I lost control—right when he pushed his fingers inside me.

"Look at me when you come," he ordered.

I forced my eyes open. Kiryan stared straight at me, fingers driving in and out of my soaked core, his tongue pressing down again on that perfect, brutal spot.

"Kiryan—" The tremor tore through me from between my legs. I clawed the sheets, my body bowing into an arc in his grip, crying his name like I couldn't stop.

Before the aftershocks even faded, he stripped and covered me again, his hard heat nudging at my entrance. My legs still shook from the orgasm. Kiryan didn't push in yet. He bent to kiss me.

"Tell me," he murmured. "Who do you want?"

"You."

"Say my name."

"Kiryan. I only want you."

He eased into me, slow.

The stretch burned for a beat, then turned into a deep, relentless fullness that made my head tip back. His breath hit my ear, heavy and ragged. He moved like he was holding himself on a leash—pulling out until only a little remained, then sinking back in to the deepest point.

"Elena, you have no idea how bad I want to have you like this." He caught my hand and laced our fingers together.