Page 25 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

But the moment was fleeting from his impatience.

Unable to wait any longer like a fire had been lit beneath him, Yaro undid his belt and stripped himself down completely.

The moment he returned to his previous position, dipping down to kiss me again, his cock glided against the outside of my heat, catching that arousal as he went.

That sensation sparked bliss through me, triggering my sensitivity at once. I nearly choked on my moans as he did it again, moving himself between us.

He swallowed his groan as he placed a hand against my thigh and made sure to kiss my lips until they were surely swollen.

My head was a mess of desperation and longing, silently pleading to be one with him. I had never felt so strongly about anything before that moment, and I knew I had to have him.

The moment he pulled back enough to line up with me, I braced myself. He was far bigger than what I ever had before, and while it was daunting, it only made me more eager.

We both inhaled sharply the moment he slid inside, only to groan as he sank further and further.

There was no way to describe just how incredible it felt. I parted for him effortlessly, surrounding him with my warmth, and he pushed me to my limits with his girth.

Yaro gripped the sheets beneath me as he bottomed out, stopping to give me the chance to grow accustomed to him. He cursed under his breath, letting it fan against my neck.

Goosebumps rose from my skin the moment he drew his hips back, then sank back in, illuminating that incredible feeling within me. I reached for his back, needing to ground myself as he started thrusting.

His pace was sinfully slow at first, yet it grew faster as he went. Each draw of his hips sent waves of bliss through me, and I was breathless underneath him.

“My god,” Yaro muttered, using one hand to support himself while the other held my hip in place. He tried his hardest to conceal just how overwhelmed by the feeling he was, but I saw as those subtle cracks started to form.

The moans fell from my lips, unable to hold them back like I tried to before. I didn’t care to pretend like I wasn’t completely absorbed in how sinfully he thrust into me. Like I wasn’t savoring every moment he was inside me.

When his thrusts grew faster and sharper, I tipped my head back against the mattress, jaw slack and unable to fully register just how ground-breaking those movements were.

Letting his sounds of appeasement leave him, Yaro grabbed one of my legs and bent it toward me as he drove his hips into me relentlessly. I gasped at that new angle, bewildered by how intense it felt.

With one arm wrapped around my hoisted leg and the other resting next to my head, Yaro leaned in and thrust into me with everything he had.

I was already seeing stars between each thrust, feeling that overwhelming tightening in my lower belly. Every deep caress against my inner walls had me closer to that precipice, begging for release.

Yaro’s mouth captured mine in a searing kiss before he dropped his head in the crook of my neck and focused all his intention in the quick snapping of his hips.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I clenched around him as he pushed me closer to the edge until I couldn’t take it any longer. That intense pleasure mixed with his previous ministrations was enough to make that coil snap.

I cried out as I hit that high, tremoring as my orgasm tore through me.

“Fuck,” Yaro muttered against my skin, tensing as I clamped around him. He continued thrusting even as his movements turned sloppier, and I knew he was close.

His grip on me tightened as he groaned, only to pull out and release against my belly. That warmth spread through me as Yaro panted and slowly came down from cloud nine, holding himself up above me.

Still vibrating from my overwhelming orgasm, I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes yet. I wanted to soak it in and appreciate how incredible it felt.

Yaro eventually pulled away and wandered into the ensuite before he returned with a damp towel. I shivered as he ran it across my skin, helping to clean me up.

Once he was satisfied, he tossed it aside and offered me a hand.

Looking up at him, I still felt lighter than air and delirious from how blissed out I was. Feeling in need of assistance, I took his offer, and he pulled me into place with him.

He lifted the blankets over top of us and settled in behind me, draping an arm over me.

I was caged in by him, comforted by his warmth. I didn’t complain as that exhaustion fell over me, and my eyes shut.

As that body heat was exchanged between us, that temptation of sleep called to me, and I couldn’t deny it.

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