Page 69 of Baby for the Bratva King

“With a dark undertone,” I add.

“I like the taste of both,” groans Felix, his lips edging closer to mine.

Shivers run down my spine, desire setting low in my stomach. I feel a deep yearning in my heart, but also my soul—places less physical.

The moment our lips touch, everything aligns. The stars shine bright, and the world moves like it’s supposed to.

The meal service is meant to begin shortly, but Felix and I have other ideas.

“Here,” he says, grabbing my hand, lifting me up. “The bathroom is just up there.”

“Sex on a plane?” I gasp. “Are you crazy?”

“The best people are.”

“What if we’re caught?”

“I’ll show them who you belong to.”

My pulse spikes, pussy burning with desire as he leads me down the walkway. He pushes me into the restroom, sliding the lock once we’re safely inside.

“Undress.”

One word and I’m already melting.

My heart misses a beat as I stare into those starburst eyes. The universe is already there, welcoming me into its embrace. All I have to do is surrender to the divine. To pick my poison and decide which prison I want to trap myself in.

I reach behind me, unclasping my bra under my clothes. Desire becomes one raging ball of fire in my stomach. I need to explode. My body needs to realize tension.

I slide the bra out from under my T-shirt, tossing it aside. Then, I step out of my sweatpants, running a hand over the same black lace panties I was wearing when Felix walked in on me during yoga.

“So fair,” says Felix, voice scratching against the deepest part of his throat. “And yet so full of sin.”

“You think I’m naughty?”

“From keeping such a perfect body from me, Honeysuckle, yes—incredibly naughty.” His eyes wander down my body, sweeping over my torso, landing between my legs. “Show me your pussy.”

White-hot pleasure flashes through me.

I hook my pinkie under the hem and drag the panties down, exposing myself.

Felix inhales deeply, eyes on the prize. I thread a finger through my folds, opening myself up, letting him see all of me; the parts I never wanted to show anyone else.

“So slicken wet,” he grunts, working his gaze back up to my chest. “Now show me your tits.”

Felix gives the command and I obey. We have a routine. I give him my body and he shows me the stars.

I bring my shirt over my head, my nipples sensitive to his gaze.

I groan, rubbing my pussy between my slippery thighs, needing release.

“Ah,” says Felix, ripping my thighs back open. “You know how this works, Honeysuckle.”

“Technically, I’m not in your house. And this isn’t your plane. Shame you didn’t charter one.”

“Real shame indeed.” Felix swipes a finger over his bottom lip, drinking me in.

Desire flashes over me again, sending me weak. I stumble into the wall, sneaking a hand between my legs.