Page 68 of Innocently Captured By the Bratva

I then kneel before her, my hands grasping her ankles as I spread her legs wide. Quinn's breath hitches, and when I look up, I see her green eyes darkening with desire. Slowly, I trail my fingers up her calves, relishing the smoothness of her skin.When I reach her thighs, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug them down, exposing her glistening folds.

“Mark...” she whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea.

I lean forward, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “Shh, Baby,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. “Let me take care of you.”

With that, I delve in, my tongue parting her slick folds. Quinn gasps, her hands fisting the sheets as I explore her most intimate places. I lap at her hungrily, savoring her taste on my tongue. My fingers join the fray, stroking and teasing as I build her towards her peak.

“Oh god, Mark!” she cries out, her back arching off the bed. “Don't stop, please don't stop!”

I double my efforts, my tongue flicking over her clit as my fingers pump in and out of her warmth. Quinn's moans grow louder, her hips rocking against my face as she chases her release. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her inner walls fluttering with her impending climax.

“That's it, Baby,” I encourage her, my voice muffled against her flesh. “Let go for me.”

With a keening cry, Quinn shatters, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy crash over her. I continue my ministrations, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her until her pussy stops convulsing around my fingers and she's a boneless heap on the bed. Until I’m sure the last of the wave has passed.

I rise to my feet, my own arousal straining against my boxers. “Get on your hands and knees, Quinn,” I command, my voice rough with need.

She complies eagerly, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips in the air. The sight of her, posed and ready for me, nearly undoes me right then and there and my cock groans in protest. Her back arches, accentuating the curve of her spine. Quinn's perfect ass is on full display, tempting me with its lushness. She looks over her shoulder at me, her lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

I strip off my boxers in record time, the roar of urgency thundering in my ears. Joining her on the bed, I grasp her hips, aligning myself with her entrance. She’s soaking wet, her ripeness teasing my tip. We both groan as I slide slowly into her slick heat, her body welcoming me home.

I pause for a moment, savoring the exquisite feel of her wrapped around me. Slowly, I begin to move, setting a gentle rhythm as I tenderly make love to her.

“Mark,” she breathes, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts. “More, please.”

I oblige, picking up the pace as I drive into her with increasing fervor. The room fills with the sounds of our passion—the slap of skin against skin, our mingled moans and gasps of pleasure. Quinn meets me thrust for thrust, her body a perfect counterpoint to mine.

“You feel so good,” I groan, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “So tight, so perfect.”

“Don't stop,” she pleads, her words dissolving into a whimper as I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

I can feel the tension coiling within me, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. Quinn's movements become more erratic, her breathing more labored, signaling her own impending release. The bed creaks, her hips roll, her ass bounces—all for me.

“I'm close,” she gasps, reaching back to grasp wrists since my hands are otherwise occupied, clenching onto her waist. “So close, Mark.”

“Let go, Quinn,” I urge her and tilt my hip, my thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. “Cum for me, Baby.”

With a keening cry, Quinn shatters, her inner walls clamping down around me like a vise. She trembles beneath me, her muscles convulsing and milking my cock. The sensation sends me hurtling over the edge, and I see lightning, hear thunder, feel that maddening pleasure erupt from the point of origin, and I bury myself deep as I find my own release, spilling into her with a guttural groan.

For a long moment, we remain locked together, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax. Slowly, I withdraw from her, gathering her limp form into my arms as I roll onto my back. Quinn nestles into my chest, her heart beating in sync with my own.

We lie entangled, our sweat-slicked bodies melding together, and a profound sense of contentment washes over me. Quinn's head rests on my chest, her silky hair spilling across my skin. I stroke her back with gentle reverence, marveling at the softness beneath my fingertips.

“I could stay like this forever,” Quinn murmurs, her breath warm against my neck.

“Then let's never leave this bed,” I reply, only half-joking. In this moment, the outside world ceases to exist—there is only Quinn, only us, cocooned in our own little universe.

She lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest as she looks at me with those mesmerizing eyes. A playful smile tugs at her lips. “As tempting as that sounds, I think we might eventually get hungry.”

I chuckle, tweaking her nose affectionately. “I suppose you're right. But for now, I just want to hold you close and never let go.”

Quinn's expression softens, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “Mark, I...” She pauses, seeming to search for the right words. “I never expected this, you know? When we first met, I thought you were just another arrogant playboy.”

“And now?” I prompt, my heart suddenly racing in anticipation.

She takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself. “Now, I realize that I was wrong. You're so much more than that. You're strong, protective, loyal... And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you.”

Time seems to stand still as her words sink in. Love. She loves me. A wave of pure, unadulterated joy crashes over me, threatening to sweep me away.

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