Gilded Cage: A Russian Mafia Romance (Kovalyov Bratva Book 1) Nicole Fox (people reading books TXT) 📖

body pushes up against his as his fingers tangle in my dark, velvety hair.

Together, we pull his shirt over his head, discarding it in the sand at our feet. My eyes scour over his body with naked longing, fingers trailing over his pecs and then his abdomen with deliberate sweeps.

Then I dip further down and reach for the swell of his erection. I brush over it a few times, teasing him, working him up until his hands are on me again, tearing at my clothes as if they’d personally offended him.

The dress I’m wearing comes off easily. I’m wearing only a thin black thong on underneath. Artem’s cock throbs in my grasp at the sight.

He reaches around me, squeezing my ass as his other hand gropes my bared breast. My nipples are achingly hard, and when he leans down to take one in his mouth, sucking and pulling at it with his tongue and lips, I let loose a frantic gasp.

We collapse to the sand together, our bodies entangled and desperate to be joined.

Artem slides my thong down my thighs, spreads my legs, and feasts his eyes on the slit between my legs.

I don’t look away. Don’t even blink, like he owns my very gaze, as he moves down my torso, pushes my thighs wider, and then runs his tongue over me.

It feels like fucking heaven. Salvation. Redemption.

I moan loudly, my back arching against the sand as my husband starts eating me out like he’s been starving for a year, for a lifetime.

But it’s not enough. I need more.

I need all of him.

I scrabble at his shoulders with my fingertips and he responds at once. Pulling himself up, he settles over my body, pressing his chest down into mine.

We’ve never been skin to skin before and the sensation leaves my mind numb for a second before another wave of desire jolts us both into action.

“Please…” I whisper in a strange, husky, desperate voice.

In response, he spreads my legs more with his hips and I widen for him. He looks like a dream, framed against the sky with wild, sandy hair and those dark eyes staring down at me like a promise of what’s to come.

He places the tip of his cock at my opening and moves it up and down my lips while I writhe underneath him.

My hands flutter at his waist, trying to spur him into me. I can’t wait a second more to be filled. Claimed. Owned. Loved.

“Please…” I gasp again.

But he waits more, and more, and more. Prolonging the moment. Building the anticipation.

It’s exquisite torture.

“Artem!” I moan.

And just like that, he crosses the final distance.

He thrusts into me and I’m so wet that he glides inside easily. He presses himself in me balls deep and holds for a second, letting me savoring the feel of him being inside me again after so long.

I squeeze tight around him, heels hooked behind his lower back, as he starts pumping into me. I want to go slow, build momentum gradually, but my mind is a blank that’s taken a back seat at this point.

My body is in control.

And my body wants him to devour me whole.

He leaves a wreath of kisses along my neck and down along my breasts, and all the while, he hammers into me, until all I can hear is the slapping sound of flesh on flesh while water laps at our feet.

I can feel my orgasm approaching rapidly as I start to clench even harder around him. My breathing gets heavier and my moaning gets wilder.

My nails dig into his back, but if Artem cares, he doesn’t say a word. Just drives harder, drives deeper, increases the tempo of his thrusts until he’s ramming into me like a man possessed.

Like I’ve possessed him.

And then, three thrusts later, I explode on Artem’s cock with his mouth on my nipple. My body is wracked by wave after wave of the most intense sensation I’ve ever felt. Like electricity is surging through me, raw and uninhibited.

Artem doesn’t wait a second longer for his own release.

He erupts deep into me. I want it. Want this. Want him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Surge after surge, each one ebbing out after the last. I take them all, still twitching from head to toe like a live wire.

When there’s nothing left in him, he collapses against me, sweating and breathing heavily. My fingers trace light patterns along his spine.

After our breathing returns to normal again, he rolls off me onto the warm sand that blankets the ground beneath us.

I turn my head to the side and find him looking at me, his expression a mixture of too many emotions to untangle.

What the fuck was that? I wonder.

It felt like more than sex.

I wish I knew what to make of that.

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Artem

She sits up a little and supports her body with one elbow against the sand. Then her hand lands on my chest and she finds my eyes again.

“Do you want to get breakfast with me?” she asks.

I nod, not trusting my words right now.

We get up and dust ourselves off. Sand clings to every crevice on my body but I don’t care.

That was so fucking worth it.

I pull just my shorts back on, leaving my shirt off for convenience and when I turn, Esme’s bending over to retrieve her dress.

The sight of her ass in the air in front of me is enough to get me hard all over again, but I curb the impulse so that I can admire her for a moment.

She stands back up with her dress in hand and turns. When she realizes that I’m watching her, a blush rips across her face and she drops her eyes.

“Can you stop staring please?”

I smile. “Not a fucking chance.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s another blush just underneath it. She finally manages to get her dress back on—without a shred of help from me—and then we make our way back to the house.

Our feet sink into the