Page 27 of BRATVA'S Avenging Bride
“We can’t just keep having unprotected sex,” I say. But even I don’t believe the words as they leave me mouth.
“I need to fill you again,” he says in response. “I need to empty myself inside you.” I glance behind me down at his cock, already hard and throbbing, deep red and shining with pre-cum. My legs open of their own volition, welcoming his fingers inside my pussy.
He delves deeper, curling them inside me with a precision that sends sparks racing through my brain, and any protest I had dissolves into a gasp. His mouth is hot on my skin, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks. I arch against him, my body betraying how much I crave this despite the whirlwind in my mind.
He shifts behind me, his chest pressing flush to my back as he spoons me tighter, one arm sliding under my neck to cradle my head while his free hand continues its teasing rhythm between my thighs.
"That's it,zhar-ptitsa," he whispers against my ear, his breath warm and ragged. "Let me feel you come alive for me." I twist my head to capture his lips. The kiss is messy and urgent, and he responds by withdrawing his fingers, leaving me aching and empty for a heartbeat before he guides my top leg back over his thigh, opening me wider.
The new angle feels intimate, vulnerable in a way that makes my heart pound, but there's no fear, only a building heat as he positions himself at my entrance from behind. He slides inslowly, inch by torturous inch, filling me completely while his hand roams up to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple, before he slides his fingers into my mouth.
“That’s itzhar-ptitsa, taste yourself on my fingers.” I’m just about to twist my face away when I realize I don’t feel disgust at what he said. I feel excitement. I suck lightly, taking in my musky taste, and find that I like it.
I reach back to grip his thigh, urging him deeper. The sensation is different, more intense with every roll of his hips, hitting places that make stars burst behind my eyelids. He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me, and I push back against him, meeting his movements until we're moving in sync, a slow, grinding rhythm that builds heavily.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth with a grunt and slips it down again, finding my clit and rubbing in firm circles that match our pace. I whimper, the pleasure coiling tighter in my core.
"You feel so perfect wrapped up in me," he murmurs, nipping at my shoulder as he picks up speed, his thrusts growing more insistent but still controlled, like he's savoring every second. I turn my face into the pillow to muffle my cries, but he tilts my chin back with his other hand, forcing me to meet his gaze over my shoulder.
"No hiding, Katherine. I want to see you fall apart."
The eye contact is electric, raw, and it pushes me closer to the edge, my body trembling as the tension snaps. I come hard, clenching around him in waves that leave me breathless. He is still thrusting as my body shudders through the last of my orgasm, and he leaves my clit to squeeze my breast, pinching my nipple.
“Fuck,” he yells as he follows moments later, burying himself deep with a groan I can feel against my back. His release floods me as he holds me impossibly close. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you up,” he grunts. I look back to find his eyes on me and there’s something so primal about that moment that I feel the earth shift.
When he is spent, he stays inside me. His hard length resting like it belongs there and nowhere else.
“This is it,zhar-ptitsa,” he says, smoothing his fingers over my skin. “This is the moment.”
“What moment?” I ask, linking my fingers with his.
“The moment I know there will never be anybody else.”
My heart thuds. I want to pretend I didn’t hear him. Pretend this is something minor and fleeting. But I feel it too. The way the safety and care he gave me mixed with his obsession and created something entirely new.
And it’s something I don’t want to let go of.
Matvey
When she falls asleep, I pull out of her as gently as I can. She murmurs slightly, a frown creasing her brow, but she doesn’t wake up. I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t stop thinking about emptying myself with her over and over again.
I’ve never been insatiable, but having her, seeing her, tasting her…it’s like there’s something trying to claw its way out of me and the only way to satisfy it is through emptying myself relentlessly, repeatedly.
I kneel beside her and she turns onto her back, murmuring slightly in her sleep. I tug the sheet as gently as I can to reveal her breasts, her dark pink nipples peaking in the cool air.
Fisting my cock hard, I keep my eyes on her glorious tits. Remembering the way her nipples felt against my tongue, the way her pussy tastes, the way it felt when she sucked her juices from my fingers.
I pull the sheet a little more, revealing the patch of dark hair that crowns her mound, and think about the way her cunt milks my cock. That’s when I come so hard my vision tries to black out. Hot ribbons of cum criss-cross her tits as I shudder beside her, trying not to make a sound, not wanting to wake her.
Because when she wakes up and realizes she is covered in my cum, it will be another reminder that she belongs here, with me.
I dress quickly and quietly, feeling like I’m preparing for war. Not the kind fought with bullets and blood, though I'm prepared for that too. This is the kind of war fought with words and wills, where concessions are currency and loyalty is leverage.
I meet Emil in the garage.
His jaw is set in a tight line. "You're sure about this?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
