Page 13 of Forced By the Bratva

I stepped toward her, noticing a slight shiver from her when I got closer.

She looked perfect.

The way her long lashes concealed her eyes made a slither run down my spine, and I made her raise her head to meet my eyes. Pretty green eyes stared back at me, and I felt more turned on. She was doing things to me that I’d never experienced before.

I reached out a finger toward her, running them across her face. My fingers touched her soft, bare skin; it felt heavenly, the most sensual thing I’d experienced for the most extended period. For some reason unknown to me, I felt my body react immediately; adrenaline kicked in, and at that moment, I realized that I wanted her more than ever.

I moved forward a little, and she fidgeted, unsure of herself. That was one of the things I loved most about her.

The look in her eyes as she looked back at me was confusion and excitement. I found myself searching for ways to get her to stay calm and feel comfortable with my touches, but the other part of me, the ruthless part, thought it would be weak to reassure her. She was my wife; we were married already, and awkwardness was unnecessary.

I understood she was scared of me—who wouldn’t be?

I expected to get annoyed as she fidgeted when I touched her, but surprisingly, I didn’t mind. My hardness pressed against the thick material of the sweatpants I had on, and I immediately knew that it wouldn’t take long before I completely lost it.

With a firm grip around her arms, I spun her around so she could face me on the bed.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her terrified eyes looked up at me, but she did not make any effort to get away.

When I noticed her fear, I tried to make it easier on her.

It was her first time, so I had to be careful not to spook her.

Our eyes locked for a second, I was slightly amused at how nervous she looked and how easy it was to read and understand her emotions just by looking into her delicate green eyes. But at the same time, I was drowning in her gaze.

The next few moments had her open up to me slowly; her lips crashed against mine, like one who had no experience with kisses.

She was starting to move against me, and I pulled her against my body so that her soft breasts were pressing hard against my bare chest. I forcefully deepened the kiss while holding her tightly to my body until she had no choice but to let me in.

My hands, which were holding tightly onto her hands, slowly snuck away from her arms and down her body, pressing hard on it occasionally. Thankfully, she was starting to loosen up and getting the hang of it even if she was inexperienced. I didn’t want to hurt her.

I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She was looking back at me—the nervousness was still there, but it was mixed with something else, which was challenging to read, but I didn’t let that distract me.

I pulled her to myself again, only this time, I didn’t capture her lips in mine again. I leaned further down and bit lightly on the delicate skin on her neck after carefully shoving the hair that had initially fallen over her shoulders backward.

I was finally able to draw a soft moan from her lips with that single action. That seemed to act like a stimulation for me because I felt my erection kick harder against my pants.

My hands continued to roam her body while I kissed her neck until my hand encircled her chest and grabbed her breasts. This drew another moan from her lips.

Her breathing had become two times faster now; her body was getting warmer, and I felt her nipples stiffen.

Her body’s reception to my touches increased my want for her and gave me the go-ahead to explore her body, which I did without any hesitation.

She relaxed more, and after a while of intense romance, she was lying under me on the bed while my big frame covered her petite body.

I’d initially taken off the thin top she had on so her bare breasts were pointing at me and calling my attention to them, but I chose to ignore them for the time being and went to her lips instead. I captured them in mine, kissing her deeply and even more roughly than before. She was still hesitant, so I pulled back to look into her eyes, which were wide open and staring back at me.

“You are my wife now, Jenna, and I am your husband. There is no need for all this awkwardness; relax, let me have your body. I’ll make you feel good, and I promise not to hurt you.” I locked eyes with her.

After that, I leaned down and kissed her again, and this time around, she didn’t hold back. Her body worked on impulse, and she reciprocated the kiss while her tiny hands went over my body to rub my back slowly.

I pulled away from the kiss to look into her eyes again.

They were still doubtful as she looked back at me, but the other look I saw in her eyes had intensified, and I immediately read it as desire. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, but she didn’t want to admit it, maybe because she was nervous.

After a few more minutes, my hand moved down to her warm and moist center. Another gasp escaped her lips when I stroked her there, and her grip around me tightened.

I teased her a few more times before I reached out and pulled off the shorts she had on; she was completely naked in front of me now. At first, she was self-conscious, but after a while, she finally relaxed and let me touch her.

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