Page 48 of The Bratva's Arranged Virgin Bride
“Hurry, Kolya,” she pleaded.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I said, my fingers pausing.
Every inch of my body was straining toward her. I was near madness as I watched her blue eyes darken to the color of a storm, her face flushed with anger under the intense need. Then I pushed my fingers into her, and there was only need.
“I belong to you,” she gasped. “My body belongs to you. Please, just get your cock in me,now.”
I roared, slamming deep and hard. She screamed, her slick channel spasming around me as another orgasm wracked her. As much as I wanted to fuck her for hours, I was gone. In truth, my body belonged to her, because I had zero control anymore.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I dragged her mouth to mine as I shot my seed inside her like a firehose, as her pussy strangled my cock with every thrust. She held on, I held on, and before I knew it, we were in a heap on the floor.
Her body was pinned under mine, her legs still locked around my hips. Her hair stuck to her face, and mine and our hearts threatened to break our ribcages. Neither of us could breathe or speak, and we just lay there for a moment.
“More,” she whispered, laughing softly, only half joking.
I rolled off of her. “You’ll get more, don’t worry. But at home.” I leaned up on my elbow to look down at her pretty, rosy face. The wildness was receding, replaced with tenderness. I stroked her cheek. “I have a request,” I said.
“Not a command?”
“No, not a command. But I think you should move in with me. No more guest room.”
We’d been getting along like an actual married couple, at least while she wasn’t consumed by her work at the gallery. But she still went to her room every night. I was over it.
“Okay,” she said, smiling at me, leaning up for a kiss.
I gave it to her, as happy as I might have ever been.
