Page 21 of Accidental Bratva Daddy

"Luka," she breathes, her hands roaming over my chest, tracing the patterns of my tattoos.

I growl low in my throat, spinning us so her back is against the cool tile wall. She shivers at the contrast, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. I can't resist the temptation. I duck my head, capturing one rosy bud between my lips.

Natalia arches into me, a breathy moan escaping her. Her fingers tangle in my wet hair, holding me to her breast as I take first one nipple into my mouth, then the other. My cock hardens painfully at the moans that escape her pouty lips.

"Please," she whimpers, her hips rocking against mine.

I lift my head, meeting her lust-darkened gaze. "Please what, darling? Tell me what you want."

Her cheeks flush, and not just from the heat of the shower. "I want you inside me," she says, her voice barely audible over the rushing water. "Now."

I get the feeling she’s using me as a distraction, which I should find insulting, but who’s to say I’m not doing the same with her? Who’s to say we can’t both use each other, if it’s mutual?

And who am I to deny my precious wife what she wants?

I hoist her up, pinning her between my body and the wall. Natalia wraps her legs around my waist, her arms looping around my neck. With one hand supporting her weight, I use the other to guide myself to her entrance.

We both groan as I push inside her. She's impossibly tight and hot, her inner walls clenching around me like a velvet vise. For a moment, I stay still, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her. My Natalia, my wife.

"Move," Natalia urges, rolling her hips as much as she can in our position.

I chuckle at how much she wants control, but I’m not going to give it to her. I’m the man, and therefore I feel as though I should lead. It’s my nature and I’m not keen on changing that anytimesoon. Some men are able to be domesticated in marriage. With me, that’s not even a possibility.

“I’ll move when I’m ready,” I growl into her neck, pulling my cock out of her just to prove my point.

Her nails dig into my back, clawing at my skin like she’s trying to punish me. Little does she know that it feels good. She could do it a lot harder and I wouldn’t even wince because I’m a sucker for pain. When you’ve lived your entire life with it, you begin to romanticize it.

“Fuck me,” she hisses, in my ear.

I silence her with a kiss, swallowing her moans as I begin to thrust inside her again. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with the patter of water, creating a symphony of pleasure.

I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her with all the pent-up desire that's been building since our wedding night. Natalia meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders hard. I can feel how much she wants this, how much she wants me, despite the way she tries to deny herself.

"God, you feel amazing," I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck. "So tight, so perfect, my good girl.”

Natalia can only whimper in response, her body trembling in my arms. I can feel her getting close, her inner muscles spasming around my cock.

"That's it, kitten," I encourage, moving a hand between us to circle her clit with my thumb. "Come nice and hard. Let me feel you milk me dry with that little whore pussy.”

My words and touch are all it takes to send her over the edge. Natalia comes with a cry of my name, her body arching off the wall as her orgasm takes over her. The sight of her lost in ecstasy, combined with her tight grip around my cock, causes my own release. I bury myself to the balls inside her wet heat, groaning as I empty myself inside her until cum drips between us, washed away by the shower’s pulsing rain.

The water, now lukewarm, continues to rain down on us. Slowly, carefully, I lower Natalia back to her feet, keeping my arms around her as she stumbles and sways from the intensity of her orgasm.

"Well," Natalia says once she's caught her breath, a small laugh bubbling up. "That's one way to start the morning."

I can't help but chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Indeed it is."

We finish showering, stealing kisses and caresses as we wash each other. There's something oddly intimate about it, more so than the passionate encounter we just shared. It makes my chest tighten in a way I'm not entirely comfortable with, since I know how tenuous this connection of ours is, how easily it’ll break and wash away.

As we step out of the shower, wrapping ourselves in the hotel's plush towels, I can't help but admire Natalia's body once more. Water droplets cling to her skin, making her glow in the soft bathroom light. The marks I've left on her neck and breasts stand out against her pale skin, a primal part of me reveling in the sight of my ownership there for anyone to see.

"You’re always staring," Natalia teases, smirking as she catches me.

I smile, pulling her close for another kiss. "Always," I grumble against her lips.

We make our way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of damp footprints and discarded towels in our wake. I guide Natalia to the bed, gently pushing her down onto the plush mattress. She looks up at me, her green eyes dark with renewed desire.

"Again?" she asks, a hint of challenge in her voice as she looks down to my hardening erection.

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