Page 45 of Forced Bratva Bride

“Gio,” I almost cried in pleasure. “I can’t…I can’t…”

He ignored me, and then I felt his finger plunge into me. Slow at first, testing the waters, before he drove it all the way in. I clenched my muscles, trying to contain this absolute sensation that was rippling through me like an incoming storm.

And when he curled it, dear god, I saw stars. I swept off the bed, screaming his name as every muscle contracted, my skin tightened around my muscles, and I felt every inch of his finger.

“Fuck,” he whispered, inching up to the bed, but his finger stayed in me as I rode out the last of my orgasm.

At last, he covered my body with his own. The weight of him was delicious, grounding, like an anchor. He reached over to kiss me, and his hands roamed my body as though he was trying to learn the geography of it—the dip of my waist, the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts, the sensitive hollow of my throat.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered against my collarbone.

“I-I don't know,” I admitted, feeling my inexperience like a physical thing between us.

He stilled above me, lifting his head to meet my eyes. He kissed each lid, then gave me a look in question.

“I trust you,” I whispered.

He smiled as though a weight had been lifted. I felt his hands between us, and then heard the cotton rustle. It was only when I felt a hard length press against my thigh that I realized he was now naked. A delicious thrill lapped down my spine.

I licked my lips, my eyes darting to where our bodies met below our waist. Something shifted in his expression—a softening around the eyes, a tender curl to the corner of his mouth.

“We’ll go slow,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. “And you tell me if anything doesn't feel good. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

His mouth returned to mine, but now his kisses were different—deliberately unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. His hands moved with exquisite care, finding places I hadn't known could bring such pleasure. When he finally removed my bra, his appreciative groan sent a shiver of pride through me. He worshipped my breasts with his mouth until I was arching beneath him, seeking more of a pleasure I couldn't quite define.

His fingers slipped between my legs again, and this time, he slid them in out and fast, finding me wet and ready. The sensation stole away my breath, promising more to come.

“You're so responsive,” he murmured, his voice strained. “So perfect.”

He adjusted himself right between my legs but didn’t move any further, watching me carefully.

By now, I was desperate.

“Gio,” I breathed, not recognizing my own voice, husky with need as I touched his chest. “Please.”

“We can stop here,” he offered, though I could see the effort it cost him to say it.

I shook my head. “No. I want you. All of you.”

He nodded with understanding and broke into a small smile as he slid a finger down my throat, between my breasts, down my naval until it was at my clit. I shuddered with nervous energy, needing it to be expelled.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and his eyes darkened.

His eyes locked with mine as he put his weight on his forearms, positioning himself over me.

“Breathe,” he instructed softly, and I did, inhaling as he began to press forward.

The stretching discomfort was immediately apparent, my body resisting the unfamiliar intrusion. He paused, brushing hair from my forehead with unexpected tenderness.

I adjusted to the feeling before murmuring, “More.”

He pushed forward incrementally, stopping whenever I tensed, resuming only when I gave him permission. The sharp pain I'd expected came as a mild sting, and the next thing I knew, he was all the way into me.

And when he moved, I clutched at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intrusion that was somehow both foreign and exactly what I needed. He worked me carefully, his thumb circling my clit in a rhythm that had me soaking wet.

Gio began to move faster, though with care, taking measured thrusts that gradually increased in tempo as my body acclimated. What started as strange soon transformed into something indescribably good, a building pleasure that had me wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

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