Ksenia & Bryan
“I mean they are exs for a reason aren't they?” he asked the tease still in his voice. He focused his attention on her hand, ensuring that she had not hurt herself at all as he talked. Most people in Bryan’s life knew nothing of the tragedy that he and Killa had lived. He liked it that way. But it seem important that Ksenia know that she wasn't the only one dealing with that type of grief. Though talking about his own was not nearly as important as the distraction she needed.
The heat they had both been feeling earlier was quick to return and the moment his lips met hers the two seemed to lose each themselves completely in the feeling. It was all overwhelming passion and need as they grasped at each other. She was quickly in his lap, her gorgeous legs straddling him and her dress riding up. His hands didn't hesitate for a moment to move to the exposed skin of her hips, pushing the fabric of her dress up higher. He groaned against her lips as she rolled her hips against him. He was quite sure she would be able to feel how hard he was as she pressed against him.
Honestly, Bryan didn't even realize the sound she moaned was a word until she translated it. It sounded more like a beautiful moan of pleasure. He grinned though as she repeated herself before his lips moved along her jaw line and down her neck. Bryan let a hand slip between them as moving straight to her core. He couldn't help the way he groaned at the feeling of her wet panties.