Page 33 of Arranged to Marry the Bratva

He stops for a moment, his eyes locked on mine as we take in this moment, and then starts moving, his hips rocking steadily in and out.

"Now, that's what you wanted, isn't it?" he says softly, his voice deep and sultry. I can't help but nod, my eyes locked onto his. I'm so wet now that I can feel the juices leaking down my thighs.

His eyes are dark and smoldering, and I can see the desire mirrored in them.

He leans down and kisses me, his lips the perfect balance of gentle and demanding. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, our hips moving in sync, creating an intoxicating rhythm.

My body is warm, wet, and oh-so-ready for the invasion.

I dig my nails into his back, my eyes closed, and he chuckles and starts moving with thrusts fiercer than before. "You feel so good, Sofia," he groans, his voice thick with lust.

I moan, my body arching to meet his every thrust. He pulls away from my grip, now sitting upright, and bucks his hips to hit an angle closer to my clit. Then, he pulls out and jams into me in one swift motion.

I throw my head back, clutching the sheets. He grips my waist for support, his fingers digging into my skin, as he begins to fuck me mercilessly.

His cock grows larger within me, and I feel him everywhere. There’s nothing but him, and the sensation is so sweet, and the way he rams into me is blissfully painful. I moan and watch as he struggles to let his selfish side take over.

I can see him waiting to ravish me as he wants but holding back for my benefit. I clutch the sheets tight and whisper, “Fuck me harder, Nikolai. Make me cum.”

He smirks, and I think I see a touch of satisfaction in his eyes, like he knew this was what I wanted all along but was waiting for me to find out. His hands grip my waist, and he thrusts into me again, harder, and I cry out in delight.

His thrusts become deeper and rougher, and I feel him hitting that spot inside of me every time. My head falls up and down back against the pillow, and I claw at the sheets, my body bucking to meet his every movement.

“Yes,” I moan, my body trembling in anticipation. “Harder, Nikolai. Deeper.”

As his thrusts become more urgent, I can feel his cock stretching me, filling me up in a way I never thought was possible. My whole body is an explosion of sensation, and I can barely breathe. He leans down, grinding his hips against me with a fierce intensity, kissing me hungrily as we continue our frenzied rhythm.

My moans mingle with his growls, and I know that we're both reaching that point of no return. Suddenly, I feel it—the wave of pleasure building inside me, growing stronger with every thrust. I can hardly stand it, but I want more. I want to feel him claim me completely, to lose myself in this moment.

"Nikolai," I gasp, "don't stop. I need you to keep going. Please."

He needs no further encouragement. He picks up the pace, driving into me with a force that threatens to end me. I cry out, my body shaking, the pleasure so intense, it borders on pain.

And then, just when I think I can't take anymore, I feel it—the wave crashing over me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that sweeps me away. I scream his name, my body convulsing beneath him as I climax, every cell in my body alight with bliss.

But he doesn't stop. He keeps thrusting, pumping his cock into me as I shudder and writhe, riding the waves of my orgasm. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, I feel him jerk inside me, and his own climax takes precedence. He groans my name, his body tensing as he spills himself into me, his warmth dripping down my legs.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged as we regain some semblance of control. After a few minutes, I pull away. As much as I want to bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, a sudden wave of vulnerability washes over me. Shaken by the intensity of our encounter, I try to leave the bed, but Nikolai's strong arms wrap protectively around me, halting my escape.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, his voice teasing yet tinged with genuine concern.

"It's just… this is all so new to me, Nikolai. I'm not sure what comes next," I admit, my heart racing at the thought of exposing my deepest thoughts to him, afraid he’d weaken my resolve for how I want this marriage to be.

"Hey," he murmurs, using a finger to lift my chin so our eyes meet. "According to your rule book, this wasn’t supposed to happen either, was it? How about we carry on the streak? Stay the night, please. Just one night.”

Since he already states the obvious, I sigh and consider what he proposes. The truth is, leaving right now isn’t what I want to do. Perhaps he’s right.

Break a rule, break ‘em all, right?

Well, maybe not right. But he’s been patient for all this while. Six weeks we’ve been married now. Maybe sharing my husband’s bed for a night won’t be the end of all of it.

I can do this for him after all he does for me. And with that, all sense of preservation is thrown to the wind, and I nestle against Nikolai's warm, strong chest, wondering how we got here.

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Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. My eyes flutter open, and I suddenly become aware of Nikolai's strong arms wrapped around me, our bodies entwined. Panic surges through me as I realize how much I enjoy being in his embrace—how easily I could get used to this.

Last night, sleeping in his bed seemed like the obvious choice. Now, faced with the realization that I might wish to do this every night, a surge of panic overcomes me.

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