Page 94 of Bratva Brother’s Bride

I gasp as he strokes me, his touch feather-light at first, then firmer. He circles my clit with his thumb while his fingers explore, teasing my entrance before sliding one finger inside.

My head falls back against the wall, my breath coming in short pants. He takes advantage of the exposed skin, his mouth finding my throat. He kisses and nips at the sensitive flesh while his finger moves inside me, curling to find that spot that makes me see stars.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice rough.

I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. His pupils are blown wide, his irises almost black with desire. He watches my face as he adds a second finger, his thumb still working my clit.

“That’s it,” he says. “Let me see you.”

I can feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling low in my belly. My hips move of their own accord, chasing his hand and more pressure. More.

“Roman, I’m⁠—”

“I know.” His fingers curl inside me, and I shatter.

My body clenches around his fingers as pleasure radiates outward. I cry out, my knees buckling.

He catches me, his arm wrapping around my waist to hold me up while his fingers continue to work me through the aftershocks. I’m trembling, and when he finally withdraws his hand, I let out a shaky breath.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel a fresh wave of heat between my legs.

“You taste incredible,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I want more.”

Before I can respond, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Roman, what are you doing?”

His hands shove my leggings and underwear down, though they are already low on my hips. I step out of them automatically, my mind too hazy to form coherent thoughts.

Then his mouth is on me, and I forget how to think entirely.

His tongue traces a line from my entrance to my clit. I cry out, my fingers tangling in the dark strands of his hair.

He works me with expert precision, his tongue circling and flicking while his hands grip my thighs to hold me in place. Every stroke sends sparks of pleasure through my body, building the tension back up even higher than before.

“Roman,” I moan, my head falling back against the wall. “Roman, please!”

He hums against me, the vibration making me gasp. Then his tongue dips inside me, fucking me with shallow strokes while his thumb finds my clit.

I’m close again, so close, my body wound tight as a bowstring. He must sense it, because he pulls back just enough to speak.

“Come for me,” he says, his breath hot against my slick flesh. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

His mouth returns to me, more insistent this time. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly, and I come undone.

The orgasm is even more intense than the first. My whole body shakes, my cries echoing off the walls of the study. Roman holds me steady, his mouth still working me through the waves of pleasure until I’m pushing at his head, too sensitive to take any more.

He stands, his mouth glistening with my arousal, and pulls me into a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, musky and sweet. It makes my head spin.

“My turn,” I whisper against his mouth, my hand finding the hard length of him through his pants.

He groans, his hips jerking into my touch. “Vera, you don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to.”

I fumble with his belt, my fingers clumsy with desire. He helps me, shoving his pants down just enough to free himself. His cock is hard and thick, the tip already slick with pre-cum.

I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. He groans again, his forehead dropping to rest against mine.