Page 71 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

It had been too long. I needed him. I needed Ivan to remind me just who I belonged to and how right we felt together.

“I don’t either, Adley. It just…did.” He slid his hands up my arms to my cheeks. “I only know two things. One, this is more real than anything I’ve ever felt. And two, I’m going to claim every inch of you as often as I can. You belong to me, and I’m nothing without you.”

I smiled, brimming with latent fear and the ever-present arousal I felt from just being around Ivan. “Please, husband. Make me feel alive.”

He crashed his lips to mine, and behind the intensity was a burning connection. I wanted every touch to last forever. I wanted to savor every single sensation with everything I had, giving myself entirely to Ivan as he claimed me all over again.

Our tongues played in delicious swirls, and Ivan dragged his hands from my face to my hips. His thick erection pressed between us, and my pussy was throbbing with need, slick and wet for him.

Lifting me slightly, Ivan slid his cock inside me. My head fell back as he sheathed himself inside up to the hilt, and he gripped my back, lowering his mouth toward my breasts where his tongue could flick across my nipples.

I slowly began to rock my hips in lazy circles, testing my stamina. Being in that fucking bed for the past few days had been a nightmare, and being in my body like this was exactly what I needed.

Ivan was what I needed.

Setting up a steady rhythm, I moved so the head of his dick rubbed against the sensitive area deep inside my pussy, making me moan low. Ivan scooped his hand under my breast, bringing my nipple deeper into his mouth.

The water sloshed gently as we moved, and the flickering of the candles made me feel like I was in a movie or something—low and romantic lighting for the first moment we’ve had like this since I nearly died.

A deep, guttural moan tore from me as Ivan’s impressive erection reached deeper inside me. Then he was sliding his other hand beneath my ass, helping me to ride him up and down in the tub.

It was perfection.

I squeezed around Ivan’s shaft as the deliberate movements drew out every inch of sensation that racked my body—intense and pointed and nearly too much to handle. From his thick cock stretching me to the way he teased and nipped at the hard peaks straining on my breasts, everything felt magnified by the enormity of our connection and the private place in the world we carved out for ourselves.

“Ivan! Ugh!”

My voice was breathy, and I could scarcely restrain the hunger rising in me. Ivan thrust up in time with the circles of my hips. Slow ins and outs made me focus entirely on how he slid into me, filling me up completely.

My orgasm built, and my oversensitive body was inches from blowing apart, lost to the feeling of my husband claiming me so thoroughly.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Ivan seated me fully, bottoming out so far that he nudged my cervix. “God damn the feel of you.”

It’s not long before I need more from Ivan, more of this mind-numbing connection that I had been so desperate to feel again. Ivan immediately picked up on it, lifting me and pushing me down to my knees in the tub.

A devilish smirk lit up Ivan’s face, and he held my stare with a vibrant intensity as I took him in my mouth.

Water sloshed louder as I moved my entire body in time with my thrusting head, taking every inch of Ivan’s cock down my throat. I took him as far as I could and then brushed his sack with my tongue when he bottomed out.

Ivan grunted, low and animal, and his hands threaded through my hair as he thrust in and out faster.

“So damn beautiful, love. God, you feel like fucking heaven.”

Before he finished, I pulled back, turning around to lean over the edge of the bath. Finding my slit with his fingers, I drove them deep, twirling them slowly and sending me right back to the edge. The desire to come pulsed in my clit, driving me wild. He reached around my hip and patted the sensitive skin of my clit lightly.

“Ivan!”

I bucked as the orgasm raked through me, clamping down around his fingers as he continued to fuck me with them achingly slow. As it backed off, Ivan circled around me, coming to the other end of the tub so that he could get on his knees before me.

Standing straighter, I watched as Ivan slid his fingers back into my pussy and sucked the needy bud of my clit into his mouth.

“Oh my God…fuuuuck.” My words tumbled out of me, half delirious and utterly blissed out.

I came—again. Even more, I fluttered harder as I watched Ivan stroke his cock while his tongue and fingers worked me. A massive wave of pleasure unfurled from me like a tsunami, and Ivan lapped up every drop, his eyes hungry and entranced.

My legs trembled, and Ivan spun me around to sit back down on his shaft. I didn’t know if I could take more, but the need for this unbridled passion still flooded my veins.

I’d nearly lost him. He nearly lost me, and I knew that we were reminding each other that we were still there, still together.

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