Page 49 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

Jade's legs start to shake, and she wraps her hands around my neck, digging her painted red nails into my back. She starts moving on her own, each time I thrust upwards she rocks forward and I’m inside her even deeper than before. Her pussy pulling me in and pulsing around me.

I growl, deep and feverish, and she tilts her head back, her long dark hair flowing down her back, brushing over my hands.

Jade lets out a squeal of delight and rocks faster, using me to chase her own climax of ecstasy.

The sight of her is intoxicating—I can’t hold back much longer.

Her thighs tighten over my lap and she arches her breasts towards me, bouncing with each movement we make together.

Then her entire body goes rigid, tense and taunt with the contractions of her orgasm. I feel the waves of it as it rushes through her pussy, throbbing over my cock.

I am mesmerized, completely in awe of her beauty in this moment, and then I explode. My body releasing a flood of emotion, pleasure and desire.

She sits on top of me with my cock still hard inside her.

The little grin on her lips is gorgeous, the glow of sweat on her cheeks is beautiful. I look up at her and realize—for a long time now it hasn’t just been about protecting her. It’s not just about keeping her safe.

I want her.

I want to keep her.

Forever.

We try to watch the rest of the movie but Jade falls asleep with her head resting on my shoulder.

Gently, I pick her up with the intention of carrying her to her own bed, but my selfish thoughts take over and I carry her to mine.

Laying her down and letting her silky hair spread across my pillow, I climb beneath the blankets and pull her tight against my chest, her back curved perfectly to fit into me.

I have never slept so soundly in my life.

How can this be so right, in every single way, if it isn’t meant to be?

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In the morning, I expect Jade to be a little angry that I brought her to my bedroom, but she isn’t. She’s soft and sweet and snuggles closer to me as we take our time drifting awake.

She yawns softly, her eyes still closed, her hair tickling my chest with her cheek against my torso.

Her fingers are playing slow circles against my skin.

“Can I bring you coffee in bed?” I ask, running my fingers through her dark hair.

“Mmhmm. I’m getting up now, too. I’ll come with you. I’m kind of hungry, um, after last night.” She giggles quietly.

“Bacon and fried mushrooms? Eggs Benedict?” I grin.

“I think you can read minds.” She laughs, opening her eyes and looking up at me. My heart stammers, stalling in my rib cage.

The bright hazel pools are a drug, a magical portal into her soul, and I can’t get enough of it.

Jade rolls off me and I toss the blankets aside, climbing reluctantly out of bed. I could lie there with her all day. She sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning again.

“I’ll start on the coffee,” I say, walking towards the door in my grey sweatpants.

Downstairs in the kitchen, I am humming a song without much of a tune when Jade wanders into the kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts. It hangs low over her ass, a little too big for her, and she looks fucking gorgeous.

My body sparks at the sight of it and I love the fact that she felt the need to grab one of my shirts instead of something from her own room.

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