Stolen By The Bratva King (NYC Russian Royals #2)

Chapter 23

23

Leon

I ’m still tingling with the aftershocks of my climax, but Emery’s body is desperate for relief, no matter what the logical part of her tries to insist. Her pussy isn’t interested in pretending she’s an innocent, sexless angel anymore.

Not while I’m the one pleasuring her.

It’s my privilege to be the one to show her what this can feel like, to break her in.

But it’s more than possession; there’s something fragile in the way she looks at me, and it makes me want to do more than just take her.

Without a word, I pull Emery to her feet and lead her to the bed. Her breath hitches as she lies back, her hands nervously twisting in the sheets.

I can see the war inside her—excitement tangled with fear. She doesn’t trust her body yet, doesn’t trust that it can handle this, handle me. That’s where I come in.

She’s so damn beautiful like this. Vulnerable but trying to be brave. The soft light from the bedside lamp accentuates her generous curves, every inch of her skin smooth and tempting.

“Relax, baby,” I murmur, my voice low and soothing as I kneel between her legs. “Let me take care of you.”

“Are you going to…you know.” She avoids my eyes, her voice barely audible. “I’m scared.”

I brush a thumb along her thigh, letting her feel the steadiness in me.

“I won’t fuck you, moya zhena ,” I say. “Not tonight. I’m forty-two. I can’t go again so soon, not even for your fucking luscious body.”

I’d hate for her to think I don’t want her, but I’m glad I’ve come already because the urge to pin her to the wall and rail her was tremendous. Some respite is needed, for her sake more than mine.

It strikes me how unused she is to being desired. She’s nervous, like a woman used to being handled roughly or made to feel inadequate.

How could anyone not see how exquisite she is? What the Hell did Dante do to her?

I’ll undo every miserable memory he left behind. All she’ll know from me is devotion, now and always.

I push her knees apart. The damp fabric of her panties clings to her pussy lips, her arousal heady in the air. Despite my earlier climax and insistence that I need a rain check, my cock twitches in response.

Fuck . I thought those days were ten years behind me, but Emery is sexy enough to override my biological limits. The idea of fucking her all night until she’s sore and overflowing with my come makes my blood run hot.

I lean closer, pressing a soft kiss just above the edge of her panties, and she gasps, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her.

The way she reacts to even the slightest touch is addictive. She’s already mine in ways she doesn’t understand yet.

Her eyes flicker down to me, wide and dark with uncertainty. Fear’s still buried under the desire, but that fear strengthens my resolve.

I want to chase it away, to be replaced with the knowledge that no one will ever worship her like I will.

“You trust me, right?” I ask.

She nods too fast, her movements jerky, like she’s trying to convince herself more than me.

She spreads her legs just a little wider, and her breathing quickens as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

“Good girl,” I murmur, easing the fabric down over her hips.

She tenses for a moment, her thighs squeezing together as if she’s fighting her instinct to hide, but I meet her gaze with a firm, steady look.

“Open up for me, val’kiriya ,” I say softly. “Let me see you.”

Hesitantly, she relaxes, her knees parting just enough for me to slide her panties down her legs and toss them aside. And now, she’s utterly bare to me.

God help me. The sight of her naked body is enough to bring me to my knees.

She’s fucking perfect. From the delicate folds of her pussy to the soft curve of her belly, every part of her is pure poetry.

I lower my head and press my lips to the inside of her thigh. She shivers beneath me, and I kiss and lick my way upward, savoring the taste of her, until I reach her plump pussy, her warmth calling to something primal inside me.

I groan softly, my tongue darting out to skim along her slit, and she arches off the bed.

“Leon...”

“Shh,” I soothe, licking her again, this time with more pressure. “Just let go, Emery. Let me make you feel good.”

I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, feeling it swell and throb. She writhes, her hips lifting to meet my mouth, and I give her what she’s silently begging for, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue tip.

Her moans grow louder, raw and desperate. I’m breaking through her shyness; I feel it in how she grips the back of my head, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.

“Tell me what you need,” I murmur against her slick heat. “Is your little virgin pussy feeling slutty? You want something to calm it down?”

Her nod is frantic. God, I love how she’s losing herself.

I slide one finger against her entrance, teasing her, watching her tense before taking a shuddering breath.

“It’s okay,” I murmur. “Just breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

She relaxes, and I press two fingers inside, slowly working her open. She’s so tight, her inner walls gripping me like a vice, and I groan at the thought of what it’ll feel like to finally bury my cock in her.

I curl my fingers, searching for the spot that will make her come undone. When I find it, her hips buck against me, and she cries out.

“Oh my God, Leon!”

“That’s it,” I growl, thrusting my fingers deeper, circling her clit with my tongue. “Come for me, moya zhena . Let me see you fall apart.”

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her walls clenching around my fingers, her cries filling the room. I don’t stop until her shudders subside and she collapses back against the bed, limp and spent.

I press a kiss on her belly. My cock is painfully hard, but this isn’t about me. Not right now.

“You were incredible,” I whisper.

Her eyes flutter open. “Leon, I don’t know what to?—”

“Shh,” I say, brushing my lips over hers. “No more thinking. Rest, and we’ll talk later.”

She nods, her eyes drifting closed again, and I watch her for a long moment. She gave herself to me so completely, so trustingly.

It’s not just about desire anymore. It’s about her. And for the first time, I’m not just thinking about what I want.

I’m thinking about what we could have.