Page 45 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

I nod, surprised by the tenderness in his touch. "Yes," I whisper. "I want this. I want you."

I hold my breath as Vlad positions himself at my entrance. His eyes lock with mine, intense and searching.

"Tell me if you need me to stop," he murmurs, his voice strained with restraint.

I nod, unable to form words as he slowly pushes inside. The stretch is intense, a burning sensation that's equal parts pleasure and pain. I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Breathe, my love," Vlad whispers, kissing my forehead. "I've got you."

His words, surprisingly gentle, help me relax. As he sinks deeper, a low moan escapes him. "God, Sofia. You feel incredible."

The fullness is overwhelming. I've never felt so connected to another person. "Vlad," I breathe, my voice trembling.

He stills, giving me time to adjust. "Are you okay?"

I nod, surprised by the vulnerability in his eyes. "Yes. Please… move."

Vlad starts with slow, shallow thrusts. His lips find mine in a deep kiss as he gradually increases his pace. One hand kneads my breast, thumb circling my nipple.

"More," I plead, arching into him. "Faster."

He obliges, his hips snapping forward with more force. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by waves of pleasure.

"Like this?" Vlad growls, his control slipping.

"Yes," I gasp. "Don't stop."

Our bodies move together, finding a rhythm. I'm lost in sensation, in the feeling of Vlad surrounding me, filling me. It's more intense than I ever imagined.

"Sofia," he groans. "You're perfect. So beautiful."

He feasts on me like a man starved, rotating and pounding until I am moaning continuously, my hips rocking mindlessly against his mouth. The pleasure crests higher and higher.

I close my eyes, and my nails rake down his back, and he lunges deeper, if that even was possible.

“Oh my god,” I mewl, clutching him as close as I possibly can. He nuzzles into my neck, his cock hitting that perfect spot.

I thrust my hips against his, my back arching off the bed.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re incredible. This is incredible.”

His words, combined with the friction of our bodies, push me closer to the edge. I cling to him, overwhelmed by the connection between us.

"Vlad, I'm close," I whimper, surprised by my own boldness.

He kisses me fiercely. "Let go. I've got you."

A tingling warmth builds low in my belly, spreading outward. I gasp as it intensifies, my body tensing. "Oh god, Vlad… I'm—”

The sensation explodes, radiating through me in pulsing waves. My back arches, fingers digging into Vlad's shoulders as I cry out. Every nerve feels electrified.

"That's it, beautiful," Vlad growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm close, too. Fuck, Sofia…"

His cock throbs inside me, and I feel him swell even larger. With a guttural moan, he buries himself deep. "I'm cumming," he gasps against my neck.

We cling to each other, trembling and breathless as our shared climax washes over us. For a moment, the world narrows to just us—our racing hearts, our mingled breaths.

As the intensity fades, Vlad carefully withdraws, disposing of the condom before gathering me into his arms. I curl against his chest, feeling strangely vulnerable.

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