Page 39 of The Bratva's Kidnapped Bride

I move a little harder, reaching up to palm her breast and play with her nipple. She gasps out in pleasure. Her breasts are particularly sensitive. I noticed that earlier.

I lift her one leg and hook it around my hip while I rest with an elbow on either side of her head, pushing her hair back and kissing her over again.

Our tongues dance wildly as if we can’t get enough of each other through touch alone.

My hips move faster of their own accord, and I’m ashamed that I’m losing control, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She whimpers, but there’s pleasure to it. I can tell. She grips my arms tightly, and then she breaks the kiss to tip her head back and cry out, “Yes.”

That’s all I need to start moving harder. The bed squeaks under us as I move my hips faster. She continues to cry out yes repeatedly. I can’t help myself. I bury myself inside of her and ejaculate.

My cock twitches inside of her, and I slowly pull out, falling onto the bed next to her.

She turns to look at me with a wry smile on her face. “Is that what I’ve been missing?”

“Give me five, and I’ll have you screaming my name.” It’s a promise I intend to keep.

I lean over and kiss her again. I can’t stop kissing her; it’s intoxicating.

“I… feel like… I’m burning up…” she says between kisses, and I smirk.

“That’s good.” I slide my hand between her legs and start massaging her clit. “You should feel hot every time I touch you. Now turn over.”

“Turn over?” she asks curiously.

“Trust me.” I nudge her, and she turns her back to me.

I stroke my cock until it’s hard again.

“Now swing your top leg over me,” I explain as I position my cock back into place.

She does as she’s told, and I push back into her.

“Oh God,” she cries out.

Clearly, the new angle is working for her, and I knew it would.

I reach over and rub her clit in circular motions as I thrust. She grips the sheets in one hand and my arm with the other, digging her nails into my skin.

The pain just drives me crazier.

She rests her head back, and I nip at her neck. Her cries are coming with every thrust now, and I can feel her tensing up around my throbbing cock.

She screams out as she squirts again, bucking like a Mustang. I can’t help but bury myself inside of her and cum again.

I release her, and she moves away from me slightly.

She turns around in bed and looks up at me, looking gorgeous in the lamplight.

I stroke her hair out of her face before I lean down and kiss her nose. I turn on my back, sigh, and put my hands behind my head.

“I think you enjoyed that more than me…” she breathes.

She slides up to me, throws her leg over mine, and rests her head on my chest. I lower an arm around her and stroke her back gently.

“Hmmm,” I hum. “I did enjoy that a lot. But now it’s time to get some sleep.” I move my other arm and shut the lamp out. It’s pitch dark since I left the shutters closed.

Elena settles against me, and her breathing evens out. The room smells of sweat and sex and a little like blood—hopefully, more mine from my chest than hers.

I close my eyes, and I slowly drift off.

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