Page 47 of Bought to Bear Bratva Heir

I dropped to my knees. One hand still on him, the other pulled down his pants because I wanted him as naked as I was.

I wanted him to be—

I licked the leaking tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around so I could fill my mouth with the taste of his precum.

He moaned again, louder this time, and my eyes darted up just in time to see his eyes roll backwards. At his sides, his fingers clenched and unclenched into his palms.

Keeping my eyes on him, I opened my lips and then closed them tight around him. Sliding my wet mouth down him inch by inch.

He groaned again; his hands scrambled to tangle in my wet hair, and his head fell back so he was looking at the ceiling.

There was no way I could take all of him. Even half made me want to gag, but I kept my fist around his base. Lips and hand meeting in the middle.

"Fuck, Daisy." Ilya's fingers scraped against my scalp. But he didn’t do what I expected him to do. He didn’t force my head down. He let me take charge. He let me set the pace.

He just stood there, hands in my hair and thighs trembling as I tasted him.

Ilya Popovitch was putty in my hands—well, mouth.

"That’s—" His eyes slammed back down into mine. And I could see what looked like awe in their depths. "—It. Just like that, just like—"

I cupped his balls with my other hand, and the groan that fell from his mouth was more growl than anything I had ever heard.

Again, his eyes rolled.

I could feel him growing harder, stretching my lips even more, and I knew he was close.

"Stop."

I sucked harder, my tongue tracing a thick vein.

"I said stop, Daisy." With one tug, he pulled my head back, eyes glued to my lips as I licked the taste of him from them. "You’ve proven your point," he growled.

Only I hadn’t. Because I hadn’t been trying to prove a point. I’d just wanted him in my mouth.

"Now it’s my turn."

I half expected him to pick me up and bend me over the vanity. Or pick me up and slam me against the wall. I expected rough and hard because that’s what Ilya was these days. But his hands were almost gentle when he lifted me to my feet and led me towards the bed.

We stood at the edge of it. Both of us breathing heavily as we stared at each other.

"You’re so beautiful." Ilya's thumb swiped against my bottom lip and then dropped lower to cup my breasts. "So exquisitely beautiful, Daisy." Moving suddenly, he pushed me down onto the bed. I bounced once before his body was over mine. "I want to lose myself in you so badly. I want to fucking drown in you." Hovering above me, his eyes bored down into mine. "Tell me I can."

I had never seen Ilya this vulnerable; it was like he needed to hear me say I wanted him over and over again.

I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. "I want you, Ilya," I muttered against his lips. "I have always wanted you."

And I would always want him, I added silently. I knew that now. We could hate each other, we could spend years away from each other, but I would always want him in some dark part of my soul.

My lips opened under his, my body ripened as he moved his hands between our bodies. First to cup my heavy breasts and then lower still. My legs fell open further and he cupped my mound. One finger sliding through the wetness but not pushing into me.

I needed him inside of me so badly I almost growled out in frustration.

"Patience," he chuckled and swirled his tongue around my straining nipple. "Let me get you ready."

I wanted to scream that I was ready. That my pussy was weeping for him, but words failed me and all thoughts scattered from my brain as he thrust one finger as deep as it would go inside of me.

"You’re so wet and warm, baby." Another finger was added, and my back arched at the welcome intrusion. "So tight even now." In and out he moved his fingers. Curling them into me so he could press and brush against the bundle of nerves deep inside of me that would have been clamping around him in minutes.