Page 39 of Broken Embers

Sabrina’s arms cling to my neck as her head tilts back, our bodies finding a natural rhythm together. Her breasts press against my chest, the friction from her erect nipples adding to the pleasure already building within me. As our pace quickens, transforming into a frenzy of need, her nails drag down my back while she cries out for more intensity. “Harder... I need you harder...”

I oblige, driven by her desire as much as my own, until I feel the telltale sign of impending release — the twitching of my length within her tightening core. In a ragged growl, I urge her to join me on the precipice: “Come with me, baby.” I slam into her one final time.

Her climax sends shudders through Sabrina’s entire body; she gasps out an exclamation as she clings to me, nails digging into my shoulders. My own release follows immediately after, a potent surge of pure ecstasy that leaves us both trembling in the aftermath.

Our breathing is ragged as we struggle to regain some semblance of composure. Reluctantly withdrawing from Sabrina, I scoop her up and carry her to the bathtub, where I gently lower her in before stepping in behind her and drawing her close so she can lean against my chest. As she absently toys with the still-sensitive peaks of her breasts, she presses back against my semi-erect length, which immediately begins to stir once more.

Feeling her body tense with anticipation, I slide one hand from its resting place on her waist down to the curve of her hip, and then lower, until my fingers find that incredibly responsive bundle of nerves. As I apply light pressure and begin to tease her swollen clit, Sabrina arches into me with a shuddering moan.

I pull my fingers out as I feel she’s about to come again. She whimpers at the loss. I lean forward to nip, lick, and kiss her swan-like neck. “I want you on all fours.” I whisper in her ear.

She whimpers at the loss of contact, but I don’t give her a chance to complain. “On all fours.”

Sabrina crawls forward in the water positing herself as I ask and I kneel behind, pulling her butt cheeks apart. I run my finger down over the sensitive puckered hole toward her pussy, dipping two fingers inside her. She gasps as I start to move them in and out, slipping a third inside. I pick up speed.

“Oh…” Sabrina breathes, moving her hips. “Oh… that… is so good.”

I can feel her legs starting to shake and the soft walls of her pussy begin to contract around my fingers. I pull them out, making her cry out.

“No… no..,” She turns and looks back at me, her eyes wild with wanton need.

I smile, positioning the head of my cock at her opening and thrust inside her, the movement jolting her forward as she sucks in a ragged breath. “Oh… oh..” She moans as I move my hips, drawing out of her and then driving back in. “Mm…” Her breathy little gasps spur me on, and soon I’ve picked up speed, my hand digging into her hips as I use them to move her in time to my thrusts.

I start fucking her hard and fast, my hips slamming into her ass with every stroke. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with her moans and my grunts.

I reach around and start rubbing her clit, my fingers moving in rough circles. Sabrina begins to shake, her cries getting louder with every thrust. I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building like a storm.

“Come for me,” I growl in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Now.”

She screams as she comes, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I’m not far behind—I keep pounding into her through her climax, until my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer. I empty myself inside her, my cock twitching as I fill her up and collapse forward onto her back, careful not to put my full weight on her and gently kiss her back while we ride the tiny little shockwaves of pleasure that ripple through us in the aftermath of our explosive orgasm.

Twenty minutes later, sated and sleepy Sabrina is lying curled against me with her head resting on my chest.

“It’s so good to be next to you again,” she murmurs as I feel her body relaxing, sleep starting to draw her into dreamland. “I don’t ever want to sleep without you again.” These are the last words she mutters before she falls asleep.

My arms tighten around her, and I kiss her head, murmuring, “I don’t intend to let that happen. I want you by my side for the rest of our lives.” I know she can’t hear me anymore. “I love you, little one. I think I have from the first moment I saw you dancing on that stage at the Golden Lights. You took my breath and then my heart away.”

13

OLEKSI

Sabrina is curled into my side, her cheek resting on my bare chest, breathing softly and even. I watch her sleep like I’ve been doing for the last hour. She doesn’t stir, not even when I brush my fingers gently through her hair and move it off her neck.

And that’s when I see it.

A bruise. Faint, but clear in the pale early morning light that leaks through the slats of the wooden blinds.

Anger rolls through me so hard it makes my chest tighten. My fingers curl into fists as I stare at the growing mark where Mikhail fucking Ergorov had wrapped his hand around her throat. Syd had briefed me on what had happened. If the fucker weren’t already dead, I’d find him and kill him myself. Slowly. Piece by piece.

The only comfort I get is knowing it was Valeska—his own sister—and Nadia who put him down like the rabid fucking dog he was. There’s something brutally poetic about that. In Bratva tradition, the blood right belongs to the ones most wronged—and from what Syd told me, Valeska wasn’t the only one that bastard had raped and shattered. While I would’ve loved to be the one to end that fucker’s life, it was only fitting that it was them who did.

They may have done the world a favor but it has also ensured a shitstorm is headed our way.

Because we didn’t just kill a monster tonight, we declared war.

Ergorov’s daughter is gone. His son is dead. Sabrina—his leverage—is in my bed. And I’m holding her like she’s the last thing on earth worth saving because she is.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. The general wanted to use Sabrina to lure out Carla and Tara. He was already obsessed with reclaiming whatever twisted legacy he thinks belongs to him. Now? He’ll come at us with everything. The RMSAD will bleed us dry if we’re not careful.

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