Page 41 of Innocently Captured By the Bratva

“Then fuck me already,” she growls, her green eyes ablaze with desire.

And fuck her I do. I dive into her, feeling her warmth envelope me and each one of my senses. I see her, feel her, hearher. Only her. My cock is halfway in, and I ram it in whole. Her nails dig into my skin, matching the intensity of my movements as I bury myself deeper into her.

I roll my hips, holding her waist tight to keep her in position beneath me. She closes her eyes, and her hair falls down to her breasts, covering them just enough to keep me hungry. I find a pace, fix a pace, and when she clutches my ass and jerks her hips to meet my movements, I know she wants it faster.

Faster I go, harder. I hold her tight, my balls digging into her as I arch my hips to hit her spot. “Mark!” she squeals with delight, clenching her pussy tight around my cock.

It's like we're in our own little world, detached from everything else. I grip her tightly, my fingers leaving marks on her skin that I know will fade by morning. I find myself unable to stop as my cock throbs for more of this drug.

Slow. Hard. Fast. Our bodies are a symphony of moans and grunts and the headboard banging against the wall. Sweat glistens off our skin, her curves dance to my tunes. We're a whirlwind of passion, like two people who've been waiting their entire lives for this very moment.

She wraps her legs tight around my waist and pulls me deeper. I bury my face in her neck and drive in deep, circling my hips.

“Oh my god, Mark,” she mewls. “That’s it. Just like that.”

I feel my cock grow painfully hard, and ready to explore. “Quinn, I can’t hold on much longer,” I admit, knowing that we’re about to reach the precipice of our desire.

“Don’t,” she commands, her nails digging into my back.

Her orgasm rocks her first, and she cries out my name as her legs tremble from all the control she’s losing. Her convulsingorgasm milks me to my core. I follow right behind her, spilling into her, our bodies melded together in the aftermath.

I bury my face in her neck as I pulse inside her, lost to the ecstasy. Slowly, I come back to myself. Quinn is boneless beneath me, her skin dewy from the heat. I roll to the side, gathering her in my arms. She tucks her head under my chin with a contented sigh.

We lie there, hearts pounding in sync as our breathing evens out. In the aftermath, a sense of peace settles over me. It's foreign, this feeling of rightness, like she was made to fit in my arms.

I brush a kiss on her forehead, marveling at the turn my life has taken. Just days ago, this infuriating, captivating woman became an obsession. But now? Now, I can't imagine my life without her. If I weren’t so spent, I’d take her over and over again.

I want to shout my desires from the rooftops, but I know I need to tread carefully. I’m confused by how insanely good that felt. How addictive. It’s like she’s the first woman who makes me feel like I couldn’t tire of her.

I need to reign in these thoughts. I fucked her to get her out of my system. The obsession that’s been creeping up is unhealthy, and perhaps by the morning, I’ll finally be able to get her out of my head. It’s all still fresh, maybe that’s why I want her still.

Or so I tell myself.

“That was… fun,” Quinn says quietly, drawing circles on my chest.

“It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?” I admit, trying to see what she thought of it.

She looks up at me with a question in her eyes.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she says, shutting her eyes as if to soak in this moment. For a while, I consider disturbing her, eager to know what’s on her mind.

But what’s the point? This is a one-time thing, isn’t it? Shouldn’t I leave sleeping troubles at bay?

So I say nothing. Instead, I gather her closer and drift off to sleep.

***

Soft morning light filters through the curtains, gently awakening me from slumber. I blink my eyes open, feeling disoriented for a moment before the memories of last night come rushing back. Quinn, naked and writhing beneath me, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with desire. The way she clung to me as we both shattered.

I turn my head to find her still asleep, still naked beneath that blanket, her face peaceful and achingly beautiful in the golden glow. My chest tightens with desire. How did this fiery woman manage to get under my skin so quickly?

Quinn stirs, her lashes fluttering as she wakes. When her eyes meet mine, she gives me a sleepy, contented smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice husky from sleep.

“Morning, Beautiful.” I pull her closer, relishing the feel of her warm, pliant body against mine. She fits so perfectly in my arms.

We lie tangled together, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. I trail my fingers along the curve of her waist,marveling at the softness of her skin. Quinn sighs and burrows deeper into my embrace, while desire thrums in my veins.

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