Page 62 of Captured By the Bratva

He smiles against my skin, his breath warm and comforting.

He continues to kiss my stomach, his hands moving to gently part my thighs. His touch is eager but controlled, every movement filled with a deep reverence. He kisses his way back up my body, his lips finding mine in a passionate, soul-stirring kiss that makes me feel cherished and adored.

We move together, our bodies fitting perfectly, our rhythm unhurried but intense. He takes me to the bedroom, our kisses growing more fervent, more desperate. The anticipation builds with every step, every touch, until he finally lays me down on the bed.

He hovers over me, his eyes locked on to mine, filled with so much love and desire that it takes my breath away. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

I reach up, cupping his face in my hands, my heart overflowing with love. I’m so lucky to have you, Kirill.”

As he enters me, I gasp, the sensation overwhelming and perfect. He moves slowly, savoring every moment, every inch. Our breaths mingle, our bodies moving as one, and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

His touch is electrifying, his hands tracing the curves of my body with a tenderness that has me quivering. His fingers brush lightly against my skin, trailing down my sides, over my hips, and finally resting on my thighs. He grips me gently, anchoring us together as he begins to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate.

I can feel every inch of his hard cock, the way he fills me completely, and it’s intoxicating. His eyes lock on to mine, and the intensity of his gaze makes my heart race. I can see the love and desire in his eyes, a mirror of my own.

“Violet,” he whispers, his voice a low, husky murmur that sends a thrill through me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His hands move to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, tantalizing circles. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I arch into his touch, craving more.

He leans down, his lips trailing along my neck, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake. I can feel his breath hot against my skin, each exhale a whisper of desire that makes my pulse quicken. He kisses his way down to my collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin, and I shudder with pleasure.

His movements are unhurried, deliberate. He savors every moment, every inch of me, and it feels like he’s imprinting himself on my very soul. He shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I gasp at the new, deeper sensation. It’s almost too much, the pleasure building inside me like a rising tide.

“Kirill,” I moan, my hands clutching at his shoulders, needing to anchor myself to him. “Please….”

He smiles against my skin, a slow, knowing smile that sends another shiver through me. “So good beneath me, hmm?”

He moves one hand between us, his fingers finding my sensitive clit. He strokes me gently, his touch light and teasing, and I cry out at the sensation. The pleasure is overwhelming, a blinding, all-consuming force that leaves me breathless.

He kisses me again, his lips claiming mine with a possessive hunger that makes my heart race. Our tongues tangle together, the kiss deepening as the pleasure builds between us. I can feel the tension coiling inside me, a tight, hot knot that’s ready to snap.

“Violet,” he whispers against my lips, his voice strained with need. “Let go, love. Come for me.”

His words are my undoing. I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. Pleasure washes over me in waves, each one more intense than the last, and I cling to him, riding out the storm. He follows me over the edge, his own release hitting him with a powerful force that leaves him trembling.

We collapse together, our bodies still entwined, our breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. He holds me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and I feel a sense of completeness, of rightness, that I’ve never felt before.

He kisses me again, a slow, lingering thing against my swollen lips. As we lie there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, I know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, we’ll face them together. Our love is strong, unbreakable, and with Kirill by my side, I know we can overcome anything.

We stay like that for a while, savoring the closeness, the intimacy of the moment. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, his touch a soothing comfort that makes me feel safe and loved. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and I know that this is where I belong.

I close my eyes, a contented sigh escaping my lips. Everything feels perfect. The future may be uncertain, but with Kirill by my side, I know we can face anything. Together, we’ll build the life we’ve always dreamed of, a life filled with love, happiness, and a family of our own.

As we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, I feel a sense of peace and contentment that I’ve never known before. Kirill is my rock, my protector, and my soulmate, and with him, I know that anything is possible.

Epilogue - Kirill

I return home from a long day at work, the weight of my responsibilities still lingering on my shoulders. But as I step through the door, the familiar scent of home wraps around me, a comforting balm that instantly eases the tension in my muscles.

It’s been three years since Violet and I started this journey together, and every day has only solidified the bond between us. She’s my wife, the mother of my child, and the love of my life. I never imagined I could feel this way, but she’s changed everything.

I make my way to the kitchen, where I find her, my beautiful wife, standing at the counter, humming softly as she prepares something to eat. Her dark hair is pulled back in a loose bun, and she’s wearing one of my old shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The sight of her, so natural and at ease, makes my heart swell with love and pride.

Quietly, I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Hey, beautiful,” I murmur into her ear, my voice low and affectionate.

She jumps slightly but then relaxes into my embrace, a smile spreading across her face. “Hey, you,” she replies, her voice filled with warmth. “You’re home early.”

I press a kiss to her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. “I couldn’t stay away any longer,” I whisper, my hands wandering up to rest on her stomach. “What are you making?”

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