Page 28 of Pregnant By the Bratva

She responds with a gasp as I trail kisses down her neck, her body trembling beneath me. I can feel the tension building between us, the way she’s holding back, but I know she wants this as much as I do.

“Tell me,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below her ear. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” she breathes, her voice barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough. It’s all I need.

With a satisfied grin, I pull back slightly, my hands working the buttons of her top, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. I take my time, savoring the way her body reacts to my touch, the way her breath quickens as I explore her, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts.

When she’s fully exposed beneath me, I lean down, pressing my lips to the soft skin of her stomach, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. She lets out a soft moan, her fingers threading through my hair as she arches into my touch.

“You’ve been craving this,” I say, my voice low and teasing as I let my hand slip between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for me. “Admit it.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her hips shifting beneath me as I tease her, my fingers moving with deliberate slowness. “I’ve been craving you.”

The confession only fuels my desire, and I reward her honesty by sliding my fingers deeper, drawing out a moan thatsends a jolt of satisfaction through me. I watch her as I work her, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parted in a silent plea for more.

I’m not ready to give her everything just yet.

With a wicked grin, I pull back, denying her the release she’s so clearly desperate for. Her eyes fly open, a mixture of frustration and need written across her face as she looks up at me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire, and I can see the desperation in her eyes as she silently pleads for more.

“What’s wrong, Sarah?” I murmur, my voice low and teasing. “You want more? You want me to finish what I started?”

She bites her lower lip, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glares up at me, but the need in her gaze betrays her. “You know I do,” she breathes, her voice heavy with frustration.

I chuckle softly, trailing my fingers lightly along her inner thigh, making her squirm beneath me. “You’ve been such a good girl, taking everything I’ve given you. I think you need to earn it, don’t you?”

Her lips part, a soft whimper escaping as she arches her hips toward me, seeking the release I’ve denied her. “Please, Ivan….”

“Please what?” I press, leaning in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “Tell me exactly what you want, Sarah.”

“I want you,” she whispers, her voice shaking with the weight of her desire. “I want you to make me yours… completely.”

My grin widens, satisfaction coursing through me at her words. I trace a slow, deliberate path with my hand, letting my fingers graze her skin in all the right places, never quite giving her what she craves. “You already are mine, Sarah,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her neck as I speak. “I still love hearing you admit it.”

She shudders beneath me, her fingers curling into the sheets as I continue to tease her, my touch light and fleeting. “I’m yours,” she gasps, her voice strained with need. “I’m yours, Ivan… please.”

“That’s better,” I reply, my voice a low growl of satisfaction. I reward her by pressing my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, my hands finally giving her the attention she’s been begging for. The kiss is intense, heated, and I feel her melt against me, surrendering completely to the sensations I’m stirring within her.

My lips claim hers in a kiss that’s fierce, almost possessive. It’s as if the entire weight of the day, the vows, the promises, the expectations, all culminate in this one moment. She responds to me, her body softening against mine, giving in to the inevitable pull between us. Every resistance she had left melts away as I deepen the kiss, my hands roaming over her curves with a purpose I’ve been holding back until now.

This is our wedding night—her final surrender to the life she tried to escape, the life I’ve bound her to. There’s something deeply satisfying about knowing she’s mine in every sense of the word, that she can’t deny the connection that’s been growing between us.

“Sarah,” I murmur against her lips, the sound of her name sending a shiver through her. My hands slide up her thighs,pushing aside the flimsy silk of her pajamas, baring her skin to my touch. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for me to finally take what’s mine?”

She lets out a soft moan, her hands clutching at my shoulders as if to anchor herself. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling with a mixture of need and surrender. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Good girl,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear as I continue to explore her body, feeling the way she arches into me, craving more of my touch. The silk of her pajamas slides easily under my fingers, and soon they’re gone, discarded on the floor as I focus on her, on the way her body responds to me.

I move down her neck, planting kisses along her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. Her breathing quickens, her body trembling with anticipation as I take my time, savoring the moment, knowing that she’s on edge, waiting for me to finally claim her.

“You belong to me now, Sarah,” I say, my voice rough with desire as I look up at her, holding her gaze. “Every part of you. You’re mine.”

She nods, her eyes dark with a mix of desire and something else—something deeper, something almost resigned but not entirely unhappy. “I’m yours, Ivan,” she whispers, the words barely audible but filled with the weight of everything that’s passed between us. “All of me.”

I grin, a surge of satisfaction flooding through me at her admission. She’s surrendered to me completely, and that knowledge sends a thrill down my spine. I capture her lips inanother kiss, this one slower, more deliberate, letting her feel the full intensity of what I’m offering—of what I’m taking.

As I trail my hand down her stomach, teasing her, she gasps, her hips rising to meet my touch. She’s desperate for more, and I’m more than willing to give it to her, but on my terms. I want to draw this out, make her feel every moment, every sensation until she’s lost in the pleasure I’m giving her.

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