Page 45 of Captured By the Bratva

When she shatters, I can feel it, the tension snapping, her cries filling the room. I move back up, capturing her lips in another fierce kiss, and she tastes herself on my tongue. There’s a desperation in our movements now, a need to be as close as possible.

I position myself, and with one swift thrust, I’m inside her, buried to the hilt. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I give her a moment to adjust. The need is too great, and soon we’re moving together, a frenzied rhythm that speaks of our desperation and hunger.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I can feel the tension building again, the coil tightening. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every movement driving us closer to the edge.

“Kiril, fuck,” she whispers, her voice breaking, and I know she’s close.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my hand sliding between us to find that sensitive spot, and she shatters again, her body clenching around me, pulling me into her release.

The sensation is too much, and I follow her over the edge, my release crashing through me like a tidal wave. I collapse onto her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high.

For a moment, there’s only silence, the sound of our breathing, the beating of our hearts. Then, I pull back slightly, looking down at her, my hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“You drive me insane,” I say again, my voice softer this time, laced with something I can’t quite name.

She smiles, a tired but satisfied smile.

I chuckle, the tension between us easing, but the connection stronger than ever. We may argue, we may clash, but there’s something undeniable between us, something that goes beyond the surface.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined and breath slowly returning to normal, Violet looks up at me with a teasing glint in her eye. “Round two?”

I raise an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across my face. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” she replies, tracing a finger down my chest. “I want to see how long you can go.”

Her challenge ignites a slow-burning fire within me. This time, there’s no rush, no urgency. I lean down and capture her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss, savoring the taste of her.

My hands explore her body, every touch deliberate and reverent. I trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the swell of her breasts, taking my time to appreciate every inch of her. She sighs softly, her fingers tangling in my hair as I worship her with my mouth.

I move lower, my lips tracing a path down her stomach. She arches beneath me, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. When I reach the sensitive spot between her thighs, I look up at her, my eyes dark with desire.

“Kirill,” she breathes, her voice filled with anticipation.

I take my time, savoring her taste, her reactions. Every gasp, every moan is a testament to the pleasure I’m giving her. She’s beautiful like this, lost in the moment, her eyes half-closed, her body moving with mine.

When I finally move back up, aligning our bodies, she’s already on the edge. I slide into her again slowly, relishing the feel of her warmth surrounding me. We move together in a slow, deliberate rhythm, our bodies perfectly in sync.

This time, there’s no rush. We take our time, exploring each other, and I savor the feeling of her walls clenching around me. Her hands roam my back, her nails leaving light trails that send shivers down my spine. I kiss her deeply, pouring all my passion and desire into the kiss.

I can feel her body responding to mine, the tension building slowly. Her hips rise to meet mine, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps.

“I’m not going to last—”

“Then don’t.”

She comes quietly this time, her body arching beneath me as the tension finally snaps. Her release is a beautiful, powerful thing, and it pulls me over the edge with her. We move together, riding the waves of pleasure, our bodies and souls entwined.

I come inside of her, feeling her tighten around me cock. She looks beautiful, and I spill and spill until I’m spent.

When we finally come down from the high, I hold her close, our breaths mingling. She looks up at me, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was… damn,” she says softly.

“Yeah,” I agree, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

We lay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.

Violet looks up at me, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a guy actually make me come the way you did.”

It’s so sudden that I choke back a laugh, burying my face into the crook of my free elbow. “Fuck’s sake, Malyshka.”

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