Page 61 of Forced Bratva Bride

“Maxim, you are the bravest man I have ever met. You handle situations with such dignity and control. Don’t you see having the ability to control your anger and your reactions is bravery? It means you can stop the basic instinct of rage and think things through, even when situation is as heated as it was just now. That is the most incredible, and admirable trait to have.”

She kisses my forehead. “You are braver than your brothers. Don’t ever compare yourself to them in that way. You are all amazing men, good husbands, they are amazing fathers. But you—you are the one who truly stands out to me.”

I slide my hands over her narrow waist, unable to stop the smile that forms on my lips as I stare into her dark, warm gaze. I don’t even know what to say to her. Her words have pierced into my chest like an arrow, the warmth of her gentle honestly spreading through my body, calming my soul and filling my heart.

Without words to give her, I do the only thing I can. I lean forward and kiss her.

The slow, intimate kiss begins to heat my mouth as my lips move against hers.

She runs her fingers through my hair and presses harder against me.

A soft, sweet moan flitters from her lips.

My heart begins to beat faster, but this time not in anger. This is what she does to me. She takes away my worries, and my fears, and sets them on fire in other ways.

I push her off my lap so that she is standing in front of me at the edge of the bed.

I stand and slowly begin to undress her.

There is no rush or tension, just moment by moment as I peel her clothing off, revealing her perfectly smooth skin and the beautiful curves of her body.

She kisses me again as her fingers work through my shirt buttons and she undoes my belt.

My body is so calm, and I feel so deeply at peace as we run our hands over each other, taking in the slow movements, the way our bodies feel against each other.

I stare down at her, both of us naked, and slowly brush my hands over the sides of her face.

“I don’t know how it all happened, Chiara, but the universe placed the most beautiful, most caring woman in my life, and she sets my soul on fire.”

Chiara grins and pushes me gently back onto the bed. I sit down with my legs over the edge as she climbs back into my lap, sitting with her legs spread over me, and my rock-hard cock pressing against her.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” she whispers against my ear as she lifts her hips and then very slowly lowers herself again, and as she sits down on my lap, I slide into her warmth.

She sighs a soft, beautiful sound as I push my cock into her. She sits with hips pressing against me, feeling the way my cock fills her up and stretches her out.

Then slowly, with her lips pressed against mine again, she starts to move on top of me. I wrap hands around her perfect ass and start rocking her, letting my cock slide in and out of her.

I groan deeply as the pleasure of her body, her entire soul, runs over me.

She places her hands on my shoulders and stares into my eyes as we move together. Her lips are swollen with lust, and her dark chocolate-brown eyes are locked onto mine.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I whisper.

She holds my face in her hands as small, soft sounds escape her lips each time I move my cock deep inside her.

Her pussy is wet and warm and pulsing over my cock.

I can feel every time her muscles clench over me and hear the sounds of pleasure she makes. Despite the building tension, we continue to move slowly, neither of us wanting this moment to end.

I have never felt this before.

I have never felt so emotional during sex, or so connected as I do now.

I feel her fingers knot in the back of my hair as she pushes her hips harder against me.

“Maxim,” she breathes, and my name on her lips makes my cock pulse and throb inside her.

I grip her as tighter and start thrust faster.

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