Page 37 of Captured By the Bratva

“Turn around,” he orders gently, and I comply, turning my back to him. His hands move to my shoulders, sliding the robe off completely, leaving me standing there in just the sheer lingerie. I can feel his breath on my neck, the heat of his body so close to mine.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re beautiful, Violet. So beautiful.”

I close my eyes, my heart racing as his hands travel down my arms, his touch both tender and possessive. He turns me back around to face him, his eyes locking on to mine. “Do you want this?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you, Kirill.”

Kirill spins me around so I’m flush against his chest. His eyes flash with satisfaction, and he captures my lips in a searing kiss. It’s demanding, consuming, and I melt into him, giving myself over completely. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

He lifts me effortlessly, laying me out across the bed. His eyes never leave mine as he climbs over me, his presence dominant and commanding. “You’re mine tonight,” he says, his voice a promise and a declaration.

“Yes,” I whisper, my body arching toward him. “I’m yours.”

He grins, a wicked, satisfied smile, and his hands move to the straps of the negligee, slowly sliding them down my shoulders. He takes his time, teasing me with each touch, each brush of his fingers against my skin. I writhe beneath him, desperate for more, for everything.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck, planting kisses that leave a trail of fire in their wake. “So eager.”

I can only moan in response, my hands clutching at the sheets as his mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear. His teeth graze my skin, and I gasp, my body arching up to meet his.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me, Violet.”

“I want you,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I want you to take me. Please, Kirill.”

He growls low in his throat, his hands moving to pull the negligee off completely. The cool air hits my skin, and I shiver, but his body is warm, his touch electrifying. He leans back, taking a moment to admire me, his eyes dark with hunger.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down my sides. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

I reach for him, needing to feel him, to touch him. He captures my wrists, pinning them above my head, his grip firm but gentle. “Not yet,” he says, his voice a soft command. “Let me take care of you.”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he moves down my body, his lips and hands exploring every inch of me. The anticipation is almost unbearable, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. He teases me, bringing me to the edge and pulling back, his eyes watching every reaction, every shiver.

“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Kirill, please.”

He finally relents, positioning himself over me. His eyes meet mine, and the intensity in his gaze takes my breath away. “This is going to be more than you imagined,” he says, his voice a promise.

He enters me slowly, and the sensation is overwhelming. I arch up to meet him, my body craving his touch, his dominance. His cock is thick, filling me effortlessly. He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust sending a wave of arousal through my core. I’m soaked for him, thoroughly ruined, and I lose myself in him, in the pleasure and the power of his presence.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, deeper. “Only mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging in to his shoulders. “Only yours.”

Kirill’s eyes darken with a look that takes my breath away. He holds my gaze, and it’s all-consuming. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me feel like I’m on the edge coming already.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice rough with desire.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, breathless as he thrusts deep into me.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he leans down, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. The world narrows down to the sensation of his mouth on mine, his body against mine. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring, demanding. I respond eagerly, moaning as my walls clench around his cock.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a burning path in their wake. His teeth graze my collarbone, and I shudder, arching into him. His hands move with purpose, exploring every inch of me, his touch both gentle and possessive.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs against my skin.

I moan in response, my body craving more, needing more. He shifts slightly, his movements becoming more urgent, more insistent. Each thrust drives me higher, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

“Kirill,” I gasp, my hands clutching at him. “I’m not going to last.”

His pace quickens, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until I think I might shatter. He senses it too, his eyes never leaving mine, his focus entirely on me.

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