Page 65 of Captured By the Bratva

“Come here,” I say softly, reaching out to pull her close.

She steps into my arms, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I kiss her deeply, pouring all my love and longing into the kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, parting eagerly to welcome me. Our tongues dance together.

I run my hands down her back, feeling the soft fabric of her shirt under my fingers. I tug at the hem, pulling it up and over her head. She lifts her arms to help, and I toss the shirt aside, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my voice husky with desire.

Violet smiles, her hands reaching for my shirt. She unbuttons it slowly, her fingers brushing against my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When she has it undone, she pushes it off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor.

I lean down to kiss her neck, my lips trailing along her collarbone and down to her shoulder. She tilts her head back, giving me better access, and I take full advantage, kissing and nibbling my way down to her breasts.

I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Her breasts are full and inviting, and I take one in my hand, brushing my thumb over the sensitive peak. She gasps, her back arching, and I capture the other nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

Her hands are on me, exploring my chest, my shoulders, and then moving lower. She unbuttons my pants, pushing them down along with my boxers. My cock springs free, and I grin when Violet moans.

I lay her down gently, taking a moment to admire the way she looks sprawled out on our bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her skin glowing in the soft light. I slide her pants and panties off, leaving her completely bare to me.

I climb onto the bed, positioning myself above her. I kiss my way down her body, from her neck to her breasts, her stomach, and then lower. I can feel her trembling under me, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

When I reach her core, I spread her legs gently, kissing the inside of her thighs. She moans softly, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. I take my time, savoring every moment, every taste, as I tease her with my tongue.

“Kirill, please,” she whispers, her voice breathless with need.

I smile against her skin, finally giving her what she wants. I flick my tongue over her clit, and she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets. I work her slowly at first, building her pleasure, then faster, driving her towards the edge.

When she finally falls over, her body shuddering with the force of her climax, I move back up to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She clings to me, her body still trembling, her eyes dark with desire.

“I need you,” she whispers, her voice raw with longing.

I position myself above her, my tip brushing against her entrance. I slide into her slowly, savoring the way she feels around me, the way her body welcomes me home. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I start to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing us closer, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through us. I kiss her deeply, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling. Her hands are on my back, her nails digging into my skin, and I welcome the sensation, the connection it brings.

I can feel her building again, her body tightening around me, her breaths coming faster. I increase my pace, driving us both towards the edge. The pleasure is almost too much, a blinding, all-consuming force that leaves us both gasping.

“Kirill,” she cries out, her body arching beneath me as she falls over the edge.

Her climax triggers my own, and I follow her into the abyss, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I collapse on top of her, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in unison.

We lie there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I roll off her, pulling her close, and she rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“Do you think we woke Lev?” she asks, a hint of worry in her voice, but her smile betrays her.

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “That kid sleeps like a log. A tornado wouldn’t wake him up.”

She laughs softly, the sound like music to my ears. “He does take after you in that way. Once you’re out, nothing can wake you.”

I smirk, giving her a playful nudge. “Hey, I’m always on alert. Just ask Dimitri.”

She rolls her eyes, a smile playing at her lips. “Sure you are, tough guy.”

We lie in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying the peace and closeness. I run my fingers through her hair, marveling at how something so simple can feel so intimate, so grounding.

“I’m serious about wanting another one, you know,” I say softly, my hand resting on her stomach. “Lev needs a sibling. I wouldn’t mind a little more chaos around here.”

Violet looks up at me, her eyes filled with love. “I know you are. I wouldn’t mind another. Oh, maybe twins!”

I smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Well, I wouldn’t be disappointed if we had twins….”

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