Page 12 of Bribed & Bred By the BRATVA
The kiss isn’t tentative this time. It’s deeper, hungrier, as if we’ve both been starving since the moment we stopped. She yields instantly, her mouth opening, tongue tangling with mine, a sound escaping her that I feel all the way down my spine.
“Clothes off,” I order, voice rough.
Her fingers tremble as she lifts the hem of her dress, but I don’t let her finish. I strip it from her in one swift motion, baring her to the glow of the lamp. My chest tightens. Hunger cuts through me so sharp I nearly forget patience.
When I lift her into my arms, she clings, but not with shock this time. With expectation. With need. Her legs tighten around my waist, her mouth chasing mine, and I know the fear is still there but it’s braided with something stronger.
I lay her down on the bed, hair spilling across the pillow like a dark crown.
She covers herself instinctively, arms across her chest. I catch her wrists and press them to the mattress.
“Don’t hide from me,” I murmur. “Not now. Not ever.”
Her eyes are wide, dark with fear and something hotter. Slowly, she lowers her arms.
I strip quickly, letting her see every inch. She’s already seen me, already taken me, but the hunger in her eyes now is sharper.
I stretch over her, bracing on my forearms, mouth tracing a line down her throat. Her pulse hammers against my lips. I niplightly, soothing the sting with my tongue. Her breath catches, hips lifting before she can stop herself.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin. “Already learning.”
I drag my mouth lower, across the swell of her beautiful breasts, the dip of her stomach, until I’m between her thighs. She jerks when my tongue finds her, a cry spilling out before she can bite it back. I hold her hips steady and eat her like I’ll never have the opportunity again, licking and sucking until her thighs shake and her fingers claw at the sheets.
When she breaks, it’s with my name on her lips. I look up, mouth wet with her taste, and see the truth in her eyes: she wants me. She already knows I’m inevitable.
I crawl back up her body, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her legs open for me without thought. Her nails bite into my shoulders.
I take myself in hand, stroke once, then line up at her entrance. I pause, holding her gaze.
Her voice is a whisper. “Yes.”
That’s all I need.
I push deep in one slow, claiming thrust. She gasps, body arching beneath me, but her eyes don’t close. She takes me, every inch, the way she was made to.
“You belong to me now,” I growl against her ear. “Not just last night. Not just tonight. Always.”
She shudders. “Yes.”
The word sends a jolt up my spine.
I move, steady at first, then harder, deeper, until the bed creaks and she clings to me like I’m the only thing holding her together. Each thrust is a vow; each kiss a brand. She cries my name again, and I take her mouth, swallowing every sound.
When she clenches around me, breaking apart, I don’t let her go. I drive her higher, harder, until I can’t hold back.
“I’m going to breed you,” I growl. “Take my cum. Keep it deep.”
Her nails dig into my back. “Yes—”
That’s enough. I thrust deep and spill inside her, grinding until I’ve emptied every drop. My body locks to hers, unwilling to let go.
When I finally ease, she makes a sound of protest, small and desperate. I stay buried, kissing her slow, steady, until her breath matches mine.
“You’ll feel me for days,” I promise against her mouth. “When you walk, when you lie here, when you dream. You’ll remember who put you here.”
Her eyes are dazed, lips swollen. She nods, trembling beneath me.
I kiss her forehead and pull her onto her side, my body curved around hers, my hand pressed low on her stomach. A claim. A promise.
