Page 28 of The Bratva King's Twins

We both moaned at the rush of pleasure that rained over us, making everything we had been through already feel worth it. Instinctively, I reached for him, desperate for something to hold on to.

Ari cursed under his breath while he developed a smooth rhythm, not afraid to squeeze my thigh with one hand while the other kept my opposite side pinned down. Even if our bodies couldn’t be perfectly flush in that position, he still did everything he could to keep us close.

Even if he wore a hard exterior and was the leader of his family, I had the feeling he needed that intimacy as much as I did. To know the feeling of each other’s touch, regardless of the unfortunate start to our marriage.

With every thrust, I could hardly take how overwhelming it was to be fed that unmistakable bliss again and again. How he had so much power behind him, and it all pushed me closer to the edge.

There was no point in holding back my moans then, especially not while Ari couldn’t accomplish the same. Even if his sounds were reserved for muttered groans and breathy exhales, he was just as affected by it all.

As he rutted into me, I could tell Ari was desperate for more, and he confirmed the thought the moment he yanked me closer and I ended up flat on my back again.

The moment I settled into place, the angle of that position completely changed, making my jaw slack from the shock of it. With his relentless pace, he hit the same sinful place again and again, grunting as he gave me his all.

Stars were already burning into my vision as I took it, disbelieving how he was capable of making my eyes go bleary, how one man could make me feel never-ending pleasure.

The more that addictive sensation cloaked me, the harder my body clenched in anticipation as the coil tightened within me, threatening to snap at any moment.

Ari reached up and pulled my bralette down, letting my breasts spill out as I arched my back, far too overwhelmed to stay still.

He hummed his approval once again, reaffirming that he enjoyed my reactions and exactly how I was crumbling for him.

Once Ari seemed to zero in despite how his thrusts became sloppier, my throat felt raw from moaning for him, and it almost seemed to seal shut as he hit that spot enough times to make me clench around him.

Even as that haze consumed me, I didn’t miss his guttural sound as he continued to thrust despite my approaching orgasm. Instead, I could hardly breathe as everything came to a head, and that ecstasy flitted through my system.

I gripped his biceps hard as I came undone, crying out for him.

Ari clenched his jaw through a few final thrusts before he grunted and reached his release, his hips quivering. He braced himself against the countertop as he let it wash over him, soaking in that bliss.

A warm fog filled me as I rode out that high, not caring about what led to that moment, only how incredible it felt.

As Ari caught his breath, he pulled me closer and put his forehead against the crook of my neck, letting me feel it against my collarbone.

Too dazed and content to do otherwise, I let it happen and allowed myself to appreciate the afterglow. Absently, I traced shapes against his bicep and wondered what was next for us.

We had just crossed a line in our relationship, and we’d never be able to walk it back.

Chapter 13 - Ari

There was something about a woman’s touch that made a man want to be softer. Made him want to be smoother around the edges and consider all the ways her presence alone could improve his life.

There was no mistaking how Vivian had the same effect on me.

As gentle beams of morning light started filtering into the room, I considered getting up at my usual time and getting ready for work, but as I took in her sleeping form, something told me to stay.

I wouldn’t always get the chance to admire her in that way, and I had to take advantage of this new revelation. We were sharing the same bed for the first time since I brought her home, and it was surprisingly nice to watch her sleep peacefully. It was certainly a contrast to her resistance and willingness to fight me on most things.

Admittedly, I was still somewhat annoyed by her demands the day before. Mostly because I gave her more than enough to be comfortable, with no expectation of anything else in return, and because I wasn’t used to anyone in my life confronting me in that way.

I couldn’t believe how that confidence and resolve in her eyes was enough to break me down and stir those desires of mine. Yet I couldn’t complain.

As much as I didn’t want her to get comfortable about demanding whatever she wanted, I knew I couldn’t expect her to give me respect while bossing her around and dismissing her concerns.

In all fairness, she had been mostly docile and passive ever since she started leaving the spare bedroom, and we had been spending more time together, even if it was platonic before. When I stepped back and really considered it, she wasn’t asking for much.

Regardless of the small strides we were making towards resembling a real couple, there had to be give and take. To get her to open up to me, I needed to be vulnerable. I needed to show her the real side of me I hardly ever showed the outside world.

Ever since I was a kid, I had to be reserved about my feelings and emotions to not burden my siblings. I couldn’t show a second of weakness out of fear I might not be enough for them, which made it second nature to be closed off from everyone else.

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