Page 11 of The Bratva King's Kidnapped Bride

As the waves washed over me, crushing me in the best possible way, I finally started coming back to my senses and let my arms go limp at my sides. My chest heaved, and my mouth hung open as I gasped for air.

I found the strength to raise my head as he lifted his to look at me, his lips covered in my juices and his face wreathed in a smug smile. I nodded, still too loopy to find words to tell him that yes, that was fantastic, and yes, I already wanted more.

He rose and began to unbutton his shirt. I scrambled up, wanting some of that action, eager to get my hands on his body. My hands pressed against hot skin, his chest hair crackling under my palms. His heart thumped wildly, just like mine.

With his shirt off, Aleks was utterly beautiful. Hard pecs, abs were so defined it looked like they might have been drawn onto his torso. I traced every line and leaned over to kiss a small tattoo of an eagle with a rose in its beak on the side of his ribcage. It was beautiful, but I was soon distracted by the movement in his pants. I sat back on my heels, not at all concerned that I was naked. Aleks somehow took away my self-consciousness, and it was wonderfully freeing.

I tugged at the closure on his suit pants until it came open, then slowly pulled down the zipper, pleased at the way he held his hands closed at his sides, and the slight intake of his breath. Was it my turn now?

I longed to bring him to the same heights he brought me, but my inexperience stopped me from reaching for the thing pulsing behind his dark boxer briefs. He ran his fingers through my hair and tugged on it to make me face him.

“Do whatever you like,” he urged.

I immediately reached for the big bulge, pressing my hand around the hard form. Then I delved into his briefs and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft, hot and silky in my grasp.

With a growl, Aleks pulled away, but just long enough to stand and whip off the clothes between us. His manhood stood out strong and proud, and I greedily reached for him again.

He guided my hand up and down his length, his teeth clenched as I stroked. He hissed when I nudged my thumb across the tip, to wipe away a bead of moisture.

“This is really big,” I whispered.

He laughed and took my face in his hands to kiss me soundly. “It will be a perfect fit.”

I already knew his promises were good, and suddenly, I was ravenous for him and everything else he could teach me. I’d dragged my virginity around for twenty-one years, to the point I barely thought about sex. Now, I was obsessed with getting rid of it and giving it to Aleks to do with what he wanted.

“Show me,” I pleaded, gripping tighter. I let go and grabbed his shoulders, trying to show him how ready I was. “Please, Aleks.”

He gripped my waist and laid me down on the bed again, spreading my legs wide. I wrapped them around his hips to draw him close. We both moaned when his hard length rubbed against my soft, wet heat.

“Please,” I said again.

His eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sky, swept down to where our bodies met, and back up to my face.

“I’m going to claim you now, my little prize. Deep and hard, and then I’m going to come inside your perfect body. Then you’ll be mine, understand?”

I nodded, shaking underneath him. My nails dug into his sides and tried to push him down, make him fulfill his words.

“I understand,” I said.

“Tell me you want it,” he commanded.

“I want it so much. I want to be yours. Please.”

With a smooth, swift movement, he plunged his hard length deep inside me. It was a shock that took my breath away. He went still, kissing me until I was writhing beneath him, begging him again with nonsense sounds. The initial pain soon turned to pleasure, which soon turned to pure, agonizing bliss.

“I told you my cock would fit you perfectly,” he said, pounding deep and hard now.

I nodded, my hair completely loose from the updo I had put it in earlier that evening. A lifetime ago. He smoothed away the strands that fell across my face and kissed me hungrily.

“Yes, it’s perfect,” I agreed.

“It’s you,” he said, voice as wild as I felt. “You’re perfect. I’m going to come inside you now. We’ll take it long and slow later, but now…”

Before I could agree to whatever he said, he pushed his hand between our bodies and found the spot that had made me scream. His fingers circled as he thrust hard inside me. I held on tight, more than ready to ride that crest again. The moment I screamed, my legs so tight around him that one of us should have broken, he plunged deep and roared.

And kept going until we were both limp and panting in a tangle of arms and legs. Our chests rose and fell in double time as our hearts thudded, trying to escape our chests. His head fell to my shoulder, and I ran my trembling fingers through his hair.

“Damn it, Katie. What did you do to me?” he groaned, rolling to the side.

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