Page 35 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing her flushed cheeks. "Neither did I," I admit, my voice rough with desire. "But I can't fight this anymore, Sofia. Tell me you feel it, too."

Her response is to pull me back into another searing kiss, her body arching into mine. It's all the answer I need.

This kiss is different—deeper, hotter, and charged with a newfound intensity. My hands roam her body with purpose, exploring every curve and contour as if committing them to memory.

"God, Sofia," I growl against her mouth, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. "You're intoxicating."

She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Less talking, please," she breathes.

I chuckle into her mouth and trace the curve of her breast through her dress, feeling her nipple harden under my touch.The thin fabric is a maddening barrier, and I'm overwhelmed by the urge to tear it away.

"Is this okay?" I ask, my voice rough with desire.

Sofia nods, her eyes dark with want. "Yes," she whispers. "Please, don't stop."

My hand slides down her side, bunching up the hem of her tight dress and sliding it up her quivering thighs. I trace the edge of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core. As I slip my fingers beneath the fabric, I'm struck by how incredibly wet she is.

She gasps into my mouth, her hands now digging into my back as she pulls me closer. I gently massage her clit, before sliding my finger through her length, stopping at her entrance.

“Part your legs,” I command.

She complies instantly, spreading her legs wider for me. Slowly, I edge in a finger, but she’s tight. Tighter than should be, and I encounter an unexpected resistance.

I frown. She’s wet, yet she still tenses in my arms. I go half an inch further, and she’s way too tight. A small gasp escapes her lips.

A doubt overcomes me, and I pull back slightly, searching her face. "Sofia," I say softly, "are you…?"

She bites her lip and closes her eyes, ignoring my question. “Just carry on, will you?” she demands.

I chuckle deep in my throat. Maybe I’m imagining things. If she was a virgin, she’d tell me, wouldn’t she? Obviously, I’mnewto her, and she’s probably just tense and finding her rhythm with me.

“I’ll take care of you, alright,” I whisper in her ear.

With gentle determination, I resume my exploration, carefully gauging Sofia's reactions. To ease her into this, I nuzzle her neck, giving her soft, slow kisses. I feel her muscles relax, and her body goes slightly limp against the door.

My finger moves in slow, deliberate circles, finding its way inside. She moans when I’m wholly inside, and I continue making small circles, building her pleasure gradually. Her breathing quickens, her body arching into my touch.

"That's it," I murmur, watching her face intently. "Let go for me, Sofia."

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles, her arms thrown around my neck, pulling me closer. I give her neck a small, soft nibble and curve my finger into a C, hitting the top of her pussy.

“Oh my god.” Her nails dig into the back of my neck and she throws her head back, eyes closed. I feel her clench her thighs as I tap against her sweet spot, and her breath hitches.

"You're so fucking tight," I groan, my whole body shaking with desire. And then, seeing how receptive she is, I slip in another finger, feeling her slick, wet heat envelop me.

Her eyes fly open, a mix of shock and pleasure in their depths.

"Oh my god!" she moans, clutching at me as I begin to pump my fingers into her in earnest, filling her with pleasure.

I finger her faster.

"Fuck," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I feel… I don't know… Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop."

"It's okay," I reassure her, increasing the pressure slightly. "Just feel."

"Vladimir," she gasps, my name a fervent prayer on her lips.

Hearing her say it like that, with such need, makes me burn hotter. I want to mark her, brand her as mine. I want the whole world to know she belongs to me.

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