Page 13 of Claimed and Bred By the Bratva

"Please," she gasps as I tease her entrance with just the tip of my cock. Rotating my dick in circles until she's begging. "Dimitri, please. I need you."

"Tell me," I demand, holding myself back by sheer force of will. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You," she sobs. "I belong to you." I enter her slowly this time. So slowly that every sweet inch tortures us. Her body accepts me now, loosened by the warm water and relentless teasing. This time, she welcomes the intrusion as pleasure rather than pain.When I'm fully seated inside her, we both have to pause just to breathe.

"Oh," she gasps, eyes wide with wonder. "Oh, it's so different. So much better."

I give her one of my rare grins. "This is how it should be," I tell her, moving in long, deep strokes. "This is how I'll fuck you every time. Until you crave it. Until you need my cock like you need air." Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I have to fight not to lose myself in the wonder of her body. She's so tight, so hot, so absolutely perfect that it's like fucking pure heaven.

"You're mine now," I growl against her throat as she tightens around me. "Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure and fill with children." The words spill out before I can stop them—the truth I've barely even admitted to myself. But instead of being frightened, she clings to me.

"Yes," she sobs, nails digging into my shoulders. "Yours. Always yours."

"Going to fill this tight little pussy with my cum," I say. "Going to breed you until your belly swells with my child. Would you like that, angel? Would you like to carry my baby?"

"Yes!" She screams the word as her orgasm crashes over her. "Yes, Dimitri, yes!"

Her inner muscles milk my release from me, and I come with a roar of her name, pumping stream after stream of cum deep inside her. The orgasm lasts forever, my body determined to give her every drop, to make sure my seed takes root. The thought should terrify me. I've always used protection, never taken risks, never left myself vulnerable. But when I collapse beside her, gathering her trembling body against mine, all I feel is savage satisfaction. She will carry my baby. She'll be round and full with my child. And I can't fucking wait. "Better?" I ask softly when our breathing slows.

"Perfect," she murmurs against my chest, pressing a kiss over my heart. "Though I might not walk tomorrow."

"Good. Then I won't have to make up an excuse to keep you in bed with me." I stroke her hair, marveling at the silk of her braids between my fingers. "Besides, I like the thought of you feeling me with every step."

She laughs softly, the sound pure music. "Caveman."

"You have no idea how caveman I can be."

We lie in comfortable silence, the water rippling around us. The frantic waves have finally died down. We made a mess of the floor and I don't regret a fucking thing. I don't want to move, not with her body curved perfectly against mine like she was made to fit there. But her skin is already wrinkling, and I'm determined to always take care of her. I should feel guilty about what comes next—about the plans already in motion, about the life I'm about to upend. But all I feel is anticipation. "Sleep," I murmur, lifting her from the tub and drying her off. "You're exhausted."

"Mmm." She's already drifting off, melting against me. "Dimitri?"

"Yes, angel?"

"I'm glad it was you. I'm glad you were my first."

The words arrow straight through my chest, lodging somewhere near my heart. "Sleep," I say again, because if I try to respond, I might say something insane. Like how she'll be my last. Like how I've already decided she's never leaving this house. Like how I'm going to keep her barefoot and pregnant for the next decade if she'll let me. Tomorrow, she'll wake up in my world completely—her belongings already here, her old life packed away and eliminated. Tomorrow, I'll tell her that this is her home now, that there's nothing for her back in that cramped building.

Tomorrow, she'll understand that she doesn't just belong to me—she is me. My missing piece. The part of my soul that got carved out twenty years ago when they took my family.

But tonight, I hold my angel close and listen to her breathe. Tonight, I'm just a man who's received a miracle he doesn't deserve.

And I'll burn the whole fucking world down before I let her go.

Amani

Dimitri'smouthbetweenmythighs pulls me from sleep, his tongue making my back arch off the silk sheets before I'm even fully conscious.

"Good morning, angel," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, and the vibration of his words sends shockwaves through my body. What follows is twenty minutes of him proving that last night wasn't a fluke—that he really can make me scream his name like a prayer, make me forget everything but the feel of him inside me. By the time he's done with me, I'm boneless and breathless, watching through heavy lids as he stands beside the bed like some kind of dark god.

"Shower," he commands softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Then we'll get breakfast."

My legs shake when I try to stand, and his smile turns predatory.His smile. I marvel at it. Was I the only thing he needed to be happy? "Need help?" He asks, breaking me out of my trance.

"I can manage," I insist, though we both know I'm lying.

The bathroom is just as ridiculous in daylight—marble everything, a shower that could fit ten people, and enough counter space to host a party. But what stops me cold isn't the luxury.

It's my toothbrush sitting in the holder next to his.

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