Page 18 of Devil's Bride

I swallow hard, feeling my heart race as I nod. “Yes, I want this. Alexei.” I may regret it later, but I want it now. I want all of him.

Without another word, Alexei gently picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders. His dick presses against my thigh and I grind against it, feeling how hard it is.

He twists and lays me down, his eyes never leaving mine.

As he kisses me. I can feel the wild, untamed passion between us. Alexei's hands explore every inch of my body, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through me as he unbuttons my shirt. I can't get enough of him

He rips my shirt off and tosses it away, then he cups one of my breasts in his hand and takes my nipple in his mouth.

My hips buck upward at his touch, my breath catching in my throat. The pleasure is intense, and I can't help but arch into his mouth, my fingers digging into his hair. He suckles my nipple, lightly nipping at the skin with his teeth.

“Fuck,” I moan, gripping his hair tighter. “Fuck, yes.”

Then his lips travel down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire on my skin. My heart races as I feel his tongue trace the outline of my navel, the heat of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Do you like the way I touch you?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

I nod, my breath hitches as I watch him.

“I want to hear you say it,” he groans. “I want to hear you say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” I rasp. “All yours, Alexei.”

“Good girl,” he whispers hoarsely, sliding his hand between my legs. I shiver because I know I’m fucking wet down there. That’s how much I want him.

He slides a finger inside me, and I arch my back, a breathless moan escaping my lips. His touch is tender and possessive, making me feel like he owns me. And I don't mind one bit.

He fucks me with his fingers, his eyes locked on mine, as if he wants to make sure I'm enjoying every second of it. His touch is firm but gentle, and it sends shivers of pleasure through me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I can't wait for him to take me over it.

He withdraws his fingers and crawls back up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. I can tell he wants this just as much as I do. He positions himself between my legs. A loud cry breaks from me as he presses his erection against my entrance. “Please,” I beg. “Do it.”

Alexei smirks as he slides his dick into me. I gasp as he thrusts, my nails digging into his back. He kisses me deeply, his tongue brushing against mine as he picks up the pace.

Our bodies move in perfect sync, his every thrust bringing me closer to the edge. I want more, I need more.

He pulls out suddenly, my heart races with the shock of it, and then plunges back in harder. I moan, my head thrown back in pleasure. He's hitting all the right spots, sending waves of sensation through me.

My body is trembling, close to the edge. “Oh, fuck, Alexei,” I whimper.

He leans, tilts my head to the side and kisses my neck. “I want to hear you scream my name, Irina,” he growls. “Who fucks you, Irina?”

“You.” I breathe, my moan filling the room.

His eyes flare with desire as he continues to thrust, my body arching to meet each of his powerful strokes. “Say it,” he commands, his voice low and gruff. “Say my name as you come.”

I can't hold back any longer. I scream his name, my lungs emptying as his thrusts send me over the edge. My body convulses, every muscle tensing and relaxing over and over again.

Alexei's groans fill the room in tandem with my cries, his fingers digging into my hips as he pushes into me, his breathing ragged and erratic.

When he finds his release, it's a deep, guttural groan that fills the air. His body shudders as he empties himself into me, his mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss. And then he rolls off me and lies beside me.

Our ragged breaths fill the room and the last thing I remember before I fall asleep, is Alexei pulling me to his chest.

Chapter Seven

Irina

Alexei is gone by the time I wake up the following morning, but his scent and the sensation of his touch still lingers deep in my memory. I lie on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as I think back to last night.

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