Page 67 of Forcibly Sold to the Bratva
I double down on the speed, my fingers drumming against her walls, my tongue gliding across her clit. I feel her legs begin to tremble, and she moans, her hands now clutching my shoulders for support, and I feel her spiraling.
“Ilariy!” she calls out my name. God, she’s so wet, and she’s all mine. “Just like that, please,” she whimpers, and I fix my pace to remain at the level she likes, allowing the moments to pass, allowing her dam to fill, until at last, I feel her start to flutter.
I keep my tongue pressed on her, no longer flicking, just letting the sensation remain, and she digs into my shoulders as my fingers keep hitting that spot she loves, and the next thing I know, she loses control.
She comes with a searing moan, and her entire body shudders, and she weakens, half-falling until her back is clinging to the wall, one leg still over my shoulder. I work her through it, only pulling back when she pushes weakly at my shoulder.
When I look up and see her with those flushed cheeks, those heavy-lidded eyes, that heaving chest, and glistening skin, I wonder to myself how the hell I got so damn lucky.
She looks ethereal, drenched from head to toe with little droplets, and I think that such pretty eyes can only belong to a queen.
I stand, wincing just a little. She obviously notices.
“We should get out,” she says with concern. “You’re still healing.”
“There are many ways to heal,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her. She tastes herself on my lips and moans, pressing closer. My cock throbs between us, hard and aching. “I need you.”
She reaches between us to stroke me, her touch light and teasing. “Then take me to bed.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I shut off the water and grab a towel with one hand while the other reaches Arina’s waist. I try to pat us dry, as much as I can, as fast as I can, and then lift her off her feet, ignoring the little stab of pain in my ribs.
She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as I carry her still-damp body to bed. I can’t wait any longer. I don’t care if the sheets get soaked. My entire body is on fire, and she’s the only one who can put it out.
I gently ease her into bed and clamber in over her, my arms supporting my weight above. For a moment, I just stare, take in this beautiful, incredible woman.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, her hand coming up to trace the lines between my brows.
“That I don’t deserve you,” I admit.
Her eyes soften. “Maybe not,” she says with a small smile. “But you have me anyway.”
I lower myself over her and slide one hand between her legs. She parts for me, cradles me between her thighs. I dip my head low and take her lips against mine as my fingers dip into her, finding her still wet and ready.
“Are you trying to torture me?” she moans against my mouth, and I grin, biting into her lower lip before pulling away from the kiss.
I meet her gaze, and she holds it as I position my cock at her entrance. I push inside, inch by inch, and she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Once I’m fully rested inside her, I stop for just a moment to feel her wrapped around me, hot and tight.
She urges me with her body, shifting her hips.
I withdraw slowly, then thrust back in. She moans and throws her head back as I continue to ride her at a pace that’s just right, not too fast. I haven’t had her for so damn long that I want this to last. I want to remember every gasp, every flutter of her eyelashes, every time her lips part on a moan.
Her hands roam down my back until they rest on my ass. Her hips rise to meet every thrust, and she pushes into my ass, edging me deeper.
God, she’s so eager that I find myself spiraling into the land of no return. I pick up the pace, drive into her much harder and faster, and her moans grow louder. The sounds of her pleasure are like music to my ears, adding such sensuality that it heightens every nerve on my cock.
I feel her pussy tighten, like she’s doing it on purpose, like she wants all of me, and my pleasure begins to coil into itself, like it wants release.
“Fuck,” she screams, a dirty little word, and I growl, dipping down to swallow her moans. I begin to roll my hips, so my cock stays deep in her, consistently hitting the spot she likes, and her fingers dig into my back.
“Oh my god,” she moans. “I’m close.”
I slip a hand between us and begin to circle her clit, my eyes transfixed on the way her lashes flutter against her cheeks as she tries to focus.
“Ilariy,” she cries out, almost a half-sob in pleasure, and her hands clutch at the sheets like a lifeline, and I’m ready to snap when she does first. I feel her flutter around me, her legs trembling around my waist, where she grips so hard, and then, she lurches off the bed.
Her walls now clench around me and pull me deeper, and just the sight, the sound, the feel of her is enough to make me spring loose. I close my eyes tight until I see red, and I bury my face in her neck when I cum.
We stay like that for long moments, our breathing gradually slowing, our bodies cooling. And then I roll to my side and pull her closer, nestling her against me.
