Page 63 of Captured By the Bratva

“Yes, Ivan," I gasp, my voice trembling with need. "I love it. I love how you fuck me so hard.”

He chuckles darkly, the sound reverberating through my body. "Good girl," he murmurs, punctuating his praise with another deep thrust that makes my knees buckle. "Because you’re going to take every inch of me, just like this. You’re going to come on my cock until you can’t see straight.”

His fingers find my clit again, teasing and circling, adding another layer of sensation to the mix.

"Fuck, Ivan, I’m so close," I pant, my hips bucking against his hand, desperate for release.

"Not yet," he commands, pulling his fingers away from my clit and focusing solely on fucking me. His rhythm grows even more intense, his strokes becoming sharper, angrier. "I want to feel you come apart around me, but only when I tell you to."

I whimper in frustration, my body straining towards completion, but his dominance is absolute. He controls every aspect of this encounter, from the intensity of his thrusts to the depth of his penetration. And somehow, that knowledge only makes the situation hotter.

"Please, Ivan," I beg, my voice cracking with desperation. "Please, just let me come. I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore…"

He pauses for a moment, his cock pulsing inside me as he gazes down at me with those piercing blue eyes. There’s a flicker of something in them—something almost tender—before he leans down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth, exploring every inch with the same aggressive fervor he uses to claim my body.

When he finally pulls back, his breathing is ragged, his chest heaving with exertion. "Alright, sweetheart," he says softly, almost reluctantly. "Come for me. Let go. Do it.”

The permission is all I need. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, overwhelming my senses and consuming me entirely.

He follows me over the edge, his own climax hitting hard and fast, his cock throbbing inside me as he pours himself into me completely.

We stay locked together for what feels like an eternity, neither of us willing to break the connection.

Finally, after what seems like forever, he slowly withdraws from me, leaving me gasping and trembling on the desk. He traces a finger over my trembling lips, watching with satisfaction as I shiver under his touch.

I melt into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished despite the intensity of our encounter. But before I can fully relax, he suddenly picks me up off the desk, carrying me effortlessly across the room.

"What are you doing?" I laugh breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Taking you somewhere more comfortable," he replies with a wicked grin. "You’ve been such a good girl today. I think you deserve a little reward."

“And what might that be?”

“My wife is going to enjoy a bath.”

“Oh, well if my husband is ordering me,” I say with a grin. “What choice do I have?”

45

CATHY

A few weeks later…

The doctor ushers us into the exam room, gesturing for me to take a seat on the padded chair. “Make yourself comfortable, Cathy. This shouldn’t take long,” she says kindly.

Ivan settles into the chair next to me, keeping his hand in mine.

“Ten weeks in, are we?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

She makes a note. “I’m Dr. Martinez, and I’ll be overseeing your prenatal care. First things first—how have you been feeling? Any nausea or fatigue?”

I nod, a little sheepishly. “Mostly just tired, but sometimes nausea hits out of nowhere.”

Dr. Martinez smiles, her tone reassuring. “That’s totally normal. The first trimester can be rough for some women, but we’ll do everything we can to keep you comfortable.”

She starts by taking a few notes on her tablet, then turns to Ivan. “And you’re her husband, correct?”

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