Page 69 of Ruthless Bratva King

“Always,” I say.

“Good.” He steps back, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing the muscular chest beneath. When he removes the garment completely, tossing it aside carelessly, he motions for me to kneel before him.

I sink to my knees gracefully, looking up at him with wide eyes as he unbuckles his belt slowly—so agonizingly slowly—before sliding his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock. He strokes himself lazily while maintaining intense eye contact with me.

“Close your eyes,”he murmurs, his voice like velvet against my ear. I obey without question, shutting my eyes tightly.

His touch comes unexpectedly, a single finger trailing up my thigh. I gasp at the contact, my skin alight with sensation.

I’m lifted into the air, laid on my back on the rug.

His lips follow the path of his hand, pressing feather-light kisses along my leg. I tilt my hips instinctively, offering myself to him.

His tongue flicks over my clit, and I moan softly, the sound escaping before I can stop it.

He chuckles darkly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. “Do you like that?” he asks, his voice teasing. I nod eagerly, unable to form words as his mouth continues its exploration.

He shifts higher, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden under his touch.

His mouth follows, capturing one peak between his lips, sucking gently before grazing it with his teeth. I arch into him, a whimper escaping my throat. He switches to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, pulling moans from deep within me.

His hands glide down my sides, tracing the swell of my hips. He kneels before me, his breath warm against my inner thighs. His fingers skim over my sensitive flesh, parting me gently.

I tremble, my body aching for more. His tongue flicks over my clit, and I cry out, the sensation almost too much to bear. He laps at me slowly, deliberately, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“You taste exquisite,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. He slides a finger inside me, curling it just so, hitting a spot that makes my entire body jerk.

I pant, writhing against him, desperate for release. But he withdraws suddenly, leaving me bereft. I whine in protest.

“Patience, Elena,” he says, his tone firm yet laced with amusement. “I decide when you come.” His words send a thrillthrough me, a mix of frustration and arousal intertwining in my core.

I feel the press of his cock against my pussy, and I tense in anticipation.

He thrusts into me slowly, filling me completely. I groan, the stretch delicious, overwhelming. He stills, allowing me to adjust to his size before pulling out and sinking back in.

His pace is unhurried, each movement deliberate, driving me to the edge without letting me fall. “Look at you,” he breathes, his voice heavy with admiration. “Taking me so well, my sweet wife.”

His hands roam over my body as he fucks me, gripping my hips, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples.

Every touch, every word heightens the sensations coursing through me.

I rock against him, meeting his thrusts, craving more. He growls, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he regains control.

“Who do you belong to, Elena?” he demands, his voice rough, urgent.

“You,” I gasp, the word torn from me. “I belong to you.”

He groans, burying himself deeper, harder. “That’s right,” he says, satisfaction coloring his tone. “My perfect, obedient wife.”

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. I feel the tension building within him, his muscles tightening, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Just as I feel him on the brink, he pulls out abruptly, leaving me empty and yearning. I let out a frustrated cry, my body trembling with need.

“Touch yourself,” he says, stepping back again, his cock glistening with my wetness. “Now.”

I let my fingers trail lower, teasing myself as I watch him watching me. The air between us crackles with tension, heavy with desire.

He owns every part of me, I think helplessly, my body responding to his command even as my mind races. My fingers find their mark, brushing over my slick folds, and a soft moan escapes my lips.

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