Page 103 of Bratva's Vow
His hands dug into the back of my thighs as he pressed harder, deeper. Like every push into me was driving his demons away.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t praise me like he usually did. Didn’t whisper how good I was or how much he loved me. He held on to the back of my thighs with a brutal grip, tilting me farther into him.
“Fuck!” I cried out, grabbing his arms and holding on asthe room filled with the obscene squelching of his cock burrowing inside me over and over. “Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
He was almost brutal in his rhythm. Each rapid thrust seemed like a battle he was desperate to win. Like my body was a conquest he dared not lose. I felt his tension, the tautness of his sinewy muscles under my fingers.
He eased his pressure on my thighs and rolled us over so we were on our sides, with him behind me. He hooked one arm under my knee and yanked it up high, holding me open as he slid back into me from behind, deeper this time. Angled. Sharp.
My hand flew to the sheet, and I stuffed it into my mouth to muffle my screams.
And yet he said nothing. Not even a grunt. Silence except for the sound of skin on skin, the slap of our bodies meeting, the wet stretch of me wrapped around him. My cries filled the space between us, rising with every thrust until I was sobbing from how good it felt to be handled so roughly.
He brought a hand up to braid around my neck and tightened his fingers just so, a mix of pleasure and danger. A seemingly protective choke that still left room for me to breathe, to moan uncontrollably as he fucked me over and over.
His grip never wavered.
Neither did his rhythm.
I wrapped a hand around my cock, and a scream tore from me, cut short as he tightened his hand around my throat, cutting off my air. I clawed at his wrist, not to stop him, but to feel him, to anchor myself to something as everything else slipped away.
The room tilted. My vision narrowed. Heat exploded behind my eyes, a sharp, bright pressure coiling in my belly. I hovered on the edge of it, weightless, dizzy, so close. Caught in that dangerous, euphoric place between panic andpleasure. With another thrust of his hips, my release tore through me, hot and overwhelming, wracking my body with shudders.
After having him come inside me twice earlier without having an orgasm of my own, I needed that more than I could ever imagine.
Finally, a grunt came from him as he chased his climax. His hips stuttered, and he was spilling inside me for the third time that night. He released my throat, let my leg drop, and turned me around gently. He pressed his lips hard against mine, but I was too spent, too worn out, still too high to do more than give a pathetic moan.
He slipped his hand down to my ass, delving two fingers in, and I hissed a breath. “Sore?”
“Hmm.” I buried my face into his neck, kissing his salty skin. It felt so good to have this with him again. And not just the sex. The intimacy that came from loving each other.
I never want this to change.
He squeezed my ass tight, then went back to fingering me idly, like the movement of his digit brought him comfort.
“Poor kroshka,” he said. “Giving yourself to me three times in a night. You really must stop me sometime. I don’t want to wear you out.”
“I like it.” I pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple.
“You do?”
“Hmm. You want me all the time. Who wouldn’t be flattered by that?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Well, I am, and that’s all that matters anyway.” A yawn escaped me. His thumb was doing magical things to lull me back to sleep.
“I should let you rest.” He kissed my forehead. “I wish I could tell you I won’t wake you up in the middle of the night again, but I’m on edge tonight.”
“No, don’t stop.” I grabbed his hand when he removed it,pushing it back toward my ass. “Feels good. I feel like your toy.”
He chuckled but returned his fingers to rub gently over my swollen hole.
“Anything else you want from me tonight?” His voice was a low, throaty hum.
“Just promise me you’ll be here when I wake up.”
