Page 75 of Forced to Marry the Bratva

I lean in and kiss her, savoring the sweetness of her lips. My hands caress her skin, and she shivers beneath my touch.

“Do you want me?” I ask huskily.

“I do,” she pants, her eyes filled with desire. “I just... I wanted to make sure we were on the same page first.”

“And we are,” I confirm, my voice low and seductive. “We’re on the same page, and we both want the same thing.”

“What’s that?” Genevieve asks, her voice a husky whisper.

“A life together,” I answer, my lips brushing against her ear. “A life where we can be equals, partners in every sense of the word. I love you, Genevieve Russo Zolotov.”

“And I love you, Damien Zolotov. Now, I want you to claim me,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin. “I want you to make me yours, completely and irrevocably.”

I don’t need to be told twice. With a soft groan, I tear my gaze away from her eyes and focus on her lips. They are full and pink, beckoning me closer. I gently brush them with my fingertips, savoring the feeling of her skin beneath my touch.

I look into her eyes, seeing the same hunger reflected back at me. If she wants a meal, she’s going to have to work for it.

“Take off your clothes, Genevieve,” I command, my voice low and authoritative. “I want to see every inch of you. Every curve, every mark that makes you uniquely yourself.”

Genevieve responds to my command without hesitation, her hands working deftly at the buttons of her blouse, revealing the lace of her black bra beneath. “Slowly,” I command, my eyes fixated on those gorgeous, perfect half-moons spilling out from that sheer lace and her breaths become faster as she takes her sweet time reaching for the straps of her bra, gliding them down inch my inch until her breasts come free. I take in the sight of her perfectly rounded breasts, her nipples perky with desire and it sparks my own.

“Now, the rest of your clothes,” I instruct, my gaze never leaving her.

She nods, her movements slow and deliberate. She unzips her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, and then wriggles out of her panties. She lies before me, her hips jutting to one side, highlighting each curve, completely naked, unfathomably sexy and incredibly vulnerable.

I hover above her, my eyes never leaving hers. She swallows hard, the nerves beginning to show. I reach out and trace the contours of her face with my fingers, taking in the sight of her back arching.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my voice a rough murmur.

“Thank you,” she breathes, her voice barely audible.

I push aside any lingering doubts and reach for her. My hands grip her waist, pulling her close. She wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers digging into my skin. I wrap her legs around me from where she lies below me, my cock at her entrance, but don’t enter just yet. I take one finger and place it in my mouth, sucking it wet. She watches with part impatience and part shyness as I slide my hand down between her thighs and tease her clit. She jerks against my hand and tries to push herself on my cock, my fingers, on anything that’s me, but I pull back.

“Damien,” she protests with a breathy moan.

“Shh,” I whisper, tucking back a strand of hair with such gentleness that she melts into me. Then, without warning, I slide my finger into her tight pussy. She gasps, her eyes fluttering open as she comes vividly alive in my arms.

I start by rotating my finger in slow, soft circles. She begins to run her hips to my tunes, pushing against my finger. “More,” she whispers. I grin as I slide in another finger and this time, keep one pressed against that sweet spot under her clit, and feel her throbbing walls with the other.

“Oh my god,” she moans, biting her lips and placing her arms behind her for support, her legs still wrapped around me. Her pussy now drips, and I can hardly feel my fingers from how hard I’m working.

“God, Genevieve,” I bite her lower earlobe, as I begin to grind my fingers in a fast, quick dance with her throbs.

“Damien,” she cries out. “Just like that, baby. Just like that,” she shrieks, her eyes squeezed shut in intense focus. I see the beads of sweat trickling down her breasts and bend down to lick them off. She lurches and moans, and places her hand on my hair, pushing me to her hard nipple. I suck her gently with my tongue, and slam her with my finger and keep slamming her, over and over again until I feel her muscles begin to clench around me, her legs tremble, her breasts jiggle.

She’s losing control, and she’s on the brink. "Fuck, Damien!" she cries out, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. Her muscles start to contract, her walls become tighter and I feel the orgasmic wave building inside of her. I can sense she's about to cum all over my fingers, and I want that so badly.

I keep thrusting into her, hammering her against the back of the couch as she rides my fingers, her hips moving in sync with mine. She's so close now, her breaths short and sharp, her entire body trembling under me.

Her eyes are half-open, wild with lust, looking at me with a plea for more.

"Please," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Damien. Show me how much you want me."

And with those words, I decide to give her what she wants. I pull out my fingers from her, and in one swift motion, I reposition myself between her legs and roll my hips, pushing into her pussy, savoring the feeling of her warmth and wetness against me. She gasps, her nails digging into my skin as I enter her.

“You’re so tight,” I groan, my voice hoarse with desire.

“All for you, baby,” she says. “All for you.”

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