Page 55 of Forced to Marry the Bratva

Damien pauses, noticing my hesitation. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he says gently. “Your pleasure will always come first, Genevieve. Remember that.”

Reassured by his words, I steel my nerves and reach for his belt. “I want this,” I tell him. “I want to give you pleasure the way you’ve given it to me.”

A soft groan escapes him as I undo his belt and pants, freeing his hard cock. Heart pounding, I lean in and taste him for the first time, discovering this new way to bring my lover pleasure. Damien’s hands fist in my hair, guiding me to what he enjoys, his low moans and grunts like music to my ears.

I lose myself in the act, in his scent and taste and the sounds I can draw from him. His cock fills my mouth and touches the back of my throat, making it hard to breathe. But I don’t stop. I know what the feel of my tongue on his shaft does to him, and it makes me feel… powerful.

“Oh, Genevieve,” he moans, twisting his hands through my hair. I start moving my head rhythmically, sucking and caressing his shaft with my mouth, using my tongue to tease the tip, tasting the pre-cum that’s seeping out.

“Ah, Genevieve, you’re driving me crazy,” he groans and pulls out of my mouth.

“What is it?” I wipe my mouth clean and look up at him, worried I did something wrong.

“You were about to make me cum,” he groans, “but there’s more to be done.”

I whimper as Damien picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me upstairs to our room. We shed the remainder of our clothes in a frenzy, tumbling onto the bed together.

“I need to be inside you,” Damien growls, pinning my wrists above my head. “Now.”

“Yes,” I breathe, arching into him. “Please, Damien.”

He thrusts into me in one smooth stroke, stretching and filling me so perfectly. We both cry out at the sensation.

Damien begins to move, his strokes measured at first before picking up speed. The bed shakes under the force of his thrusts, rattling the headboard against the wall. I squeeze my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me, chasing that bright burst of pleasure with every roll of his hips.

“You feel so good,” Damien pants against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “So tight and wet for me. I never want to leave this sweet heat.”

His words send a fresh wave of euphoria through me. “Then don’t,” I tell him, gasping as he hits just the right spot inside me. “Stay here forever. I’m yours, Damien, always. Tell me I’m yours…”

With a possessive growl, Damien claims my mouth in a searing kiss, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. “You’re mine, all mine,” he moans, pulling his lips away from me and nipping at my breasts.

I’m close, so close to falling over that edge again.

Damien slides one hand between us, circling my clit between my legs. “Cum for me, Genevieve,” he rasps, increasing the pressure. “Let go and cum for me.”

His touch and command are my undoing. I shatter around him with a cry, pleasure radiating from us becoming one and flooding my entire being. Damien follows soon after, his back arching as he finds his release inside me, my name a hoarse shout on his lips.

We lay there together, a tangle of sated limbs and racing hearts.

***

The next morning, I wake to sunlight streaming through the windows and Damien’s arm draped over my waist.

Memories of last night came flooding back, bringing a flush to my cheeks. We had fallen asleep, still entwined in each other’s arms. I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy and relaxed.

Damien stirs behind me, his arm tightening around my middle as he pulls me closer to him. “Good morning,” he rumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

“Morning,” I say, rolling over to face him. His hair is sleep-tousled, his eyes heavy-lidded but bright. He has never looked more handsome. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in years.” Damien brushes a lock of hair from my face, gazing at me with a tenderness that makes my heart skip a beat. “You?”

“Perfectly.” I lean in, kissing him slow and deep.

I try to step out of bed, but he holds on to my arm and pulls me back. “I meant what I said last night, Genevieve. You’re mine in every way that matters, and I’m keeping you.”

My breath catches at his possessive claim. Far from frightening me, his words ignite a fire in my blood.

“Then you’re mine as well,” I tell him. “Because you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

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