Page 29 of Innocent Bratva Virgin

I’m your only, Emory.

The thought was a bit of a shock, and I didn’t think Emory could pick up on that one through context clues, but I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment. I wanted her. Icravedher. And like a drug addict, I was falling into a black hole to get that glorious feeling I was searching for. Consequences be damned.

Taking just a second to grab her chin and force Emory to look at me, I narrowed my eyes on her. That infuriating urge to speak cropped up again. I wanted to lock my gaze on hers and growl out that she was mine. It was right on the tip of my tongue.

But I couldn’t.

Emory chewed on her lip, and just as she tried to duck her stare away from me, I tugged on her chin, getting those beautiful brown eyes back on me. When her brow furrowed in question, I switched my hold on her face so that I could point across her lips.

“Me,” she whispered.

I nodded, dragging my hand back toward my chest.

“You.”

Another nod, and then I thrust deep inside her tight pussy until I bottomed out. Emory yelped, and as it blended into amoan, she was sure to meet my eyes again when I took hold of her chin once more.

Understanding flickered through her stare, and her lips parted as I held myself there, fully sheathed inside her.

“Yours.” It was a delicate, breathy whisper, and I grinned.

I grinned like a fucking madman and then set up a brutal pace as I claimed Emory’s virtue for myself all over again, remembering that first time and mentally uniting it with this one. This perfect little treat was all mine to enjoy, and dammit, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking too many thoughts that had no business being in my head.

All fucking mine, baby. I’m going to keep you all for myself.

It was insanity, but I was too far gone. I’d lost myself to the feeling of Emory’s tight walls squeezing my shaft, and just like the bathroom, there was no way out of this that didn’t end in me bursting from it all.

“Vlad, fuck…oh, God…”

The words tumbling from Emory’s lips were a melody I could sing for decades—beautiful and needy. She wrapped her legs around my hips as her body opened up more to the sensations, and I reached under her neck to hoist her up toward me. I crashed my lips against hers, relishing her taste.

Fucking hell, I need every fucking bit of you, Emory.

Creaking sounds groaned from the couch, and I had a feeling the thing wasn’t going to be long for this world if we kept this up. Yanking Emory closer, I lifted her off the cushions and pressed her to my chest. She straddled me as I leaned back onto my heels.

Thankfully, it wasn’t much work to slip one leg down and get us both to the floor without separating. As Emory’s back hit the floor, she arched, and I thrust hard, sinking myself inside her up to the hilt.

“Ugh!”

She took me so well, but I knew the hardwood floor was only barely cushioned by the rug we were on. A quick adjustment was necessary. Giving everything I had to the kiss for just a few more moments, I reached for Emory’s leg and then swung it across to the same side as the other.

Emory was on her side now, and she looked up at me as I positioned her, her eyes lidded with arousal. I smirked, taking her by the hips and getting her on her hands and knees. It took only a second, and then I was right back at home, deep in her slick pussy.

“Ahh!” Emory reached back for me, and I grabbed her arms, holding her aloft as I started a punishing rhythm. “Oh God!”

That’s right, baby. I’m nice and deep, aren’t I? Ugh, that’s so damn good.

The loud smacks of our hips meeting was a sinfully beautiful symphony, and I arched Emory backward so that I could reach around for her full breasts and pinch her pert little nipples. She clamped down around me, her channel milking my erection.

She was trembling everywhere, her moans echoing ceaselessly through the room, and that tell-tale burn started up low in my shaft before zinging down to the tip.

“Vlad…ugh. Vlad, I…”

But Emory’s words faded away as the release claimed her, and she let out a gorgeous, wanton moan. God, this was nothing compared to what I really wanted to do with her. Still, it was probably wise that I warm her up to that.

Then her hand came down over mine, squeezing right along with me. It was a bit of a surprise but very much a welcome one. I pinched harder, and Emory squeaked. The sound went straight to my cock, and I drove myself harder into her, not holding back.

That’s it, baby. Take it all.

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