Page 39 of Bratva's Stolen Bride
He’s effortlessly holding me in place with his big body and the sheer power of him makes my clit pulse as he licks and nibbles me. It takes no time at all for me to be a panting mess, shimmering with desire for him.
“Feliks, please.” I plunge my fingers into his silver and black hair and try to urge him… I don’t know where. Up so we’re face to face? Closer to my breasts to have those insanely pleasurable trades?
He groans as he drags away my ruined bikini bottoms.
“You’re so beautiful. Fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous, the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Look at your little body, so sweet and curvy and delicate.”
But he makes a different choice, chuckling to himself as he ducks his head between my legs, and my face is flaming.
“Feliks! What are you doing?” I thought he would take my virginity?
He looks up, and his expression is pure sin. Dark-blue eyes gleaming.
“Exactly what I said. Getting you ready to have my cock in your virgin pussy, and be loved by me. I have to make you feelgood. I need to taste you, and have you quake beneath me as you come.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to react, impatiently pushes my knees further apart, tossing my thighs over his shoulders, and dives his head back down.
There are no slow and respectful touches now. Not like when he was covering me with sunscreen. His mouth finds my core immediately and sucks.
I scream. He yanks pleasure from me so powerful it’s a shock that leaves me gripping at Feliks’ scalp for dear life.
His shoulders rock as he laughs and does it again, and it’s only when he braces his arm over my hips that I realise I’ve jerked with his touch, my body responding without my say-so.
“You’re going to take it, lisichka,” he murmurs before holding me down even harder and bringing his mouth to my pussy.
I hardly know what happens then. There’s only Feliks’ lips and tongue and his arms keeping me exactly where he wants me, and the fastest build towards climax that I’ve ever had. His fingers leave where he’s caressing my thigh soothingly, and nudge at my entrance as he licks my clit relentlessly. The first finger is slight discomfort that turns into utter bliss. The next is a pinch and a fullness. Then he does something with his fingers, a thrust that makes me feel I’m his to command, and he just told me to come, because he pairs the movement with an insistent suck on my clit, and I explode.
My orgasm racks through me like white light, sparks illuminate me from the inside where he’s penetrated me right down to my toes. It pulses down my legs and up my chest, Feliks rumbling and not letting up, drawing more and more from me.
Then as fast as it happened, it’s sliding away, leaving me boneless.
“Perfect, that was perfect. Such a good girl.” He praises me in a low voice, and it’s only when his breath makes all the fine hairsaround my ear stand up that I realise I’ve closed my eyes. I open them to find him over me, a satisfied expression on his face.
And a lot of shiny juices. Mine, from him hungrily sucking my clit.
“You did that beautifully,” he says hoarsely. “Can you be a good girl for me now and take my whole cock?”
I’m destroyed, but ensnared again by his navy eyes. He rocks his hips and we both moan as the silk-over-hot-steel tip of his erection notches at my entrance.
Despite having come, I’m flooded with a passionate need for more.
“Spread your thighs as wide and high as you can. Let me into the secret heaven you kept intact for me. I’m going to break you in the best way, and remake you as mine.”
My hands are on his shoulders, and he’s just so gorgeous. I want him, but he hasn’t moved to do as he has threatened. So I slide my palms down his torso and he hisses as I reach the place where the length of his erection is resting at my needy hole.
I encircle his cock with my fingers, and he lets out a shuddering breath that sounds like he’s trying to keep control. I explore, and he groans. And when I drop my hand to the sack of his balls, he makes an involuntary twitch, sliding into me and I gasp at the flare of pain.
“No, no, no.” One second, he’s on his elbows above me, his weight held, the next he’s pressing me into the mattress with his body and has got both my hands in his. He brings them ruthlessly above my head, pinning my wrists with one hand. “I can’t keep control of myself if you’re doing things to drive me wild. Be a good girl for me.”
He eases back and despite the removal of that pinch, I miss him.
I writhe as his solid, hair-dusted chest presses to my hard nipples. The bulk of him is unexpectedly hot holding meprisoner. And with my arms above my head, I’m so vulnerable. Spread. My legs are as open as he demanded, and I’m entirely unable to move.
I love it.
“Yes.” His eyes go serious, as he shifts his weight back onto his arm and I almost grumble at the change. “That’s better. I want to feel every second as I take you.”
Then he presses his lips to mine in a passionate, possessive kiss, and rocks his hips forwards and into me, breaching me with infinite slowness. The sharp pain is brief this time, and as he pushes in further, it dulls, then something gives inside me, and my inner walls throb with bliss. It feels like he’s too big, but with gradual but insistent movements, he forces me to accept him, swallowing my whines with kisses.
