Page 76 of An Arranged Virgin for the Bratva

"Vlad," I whisper, rising from the bed and resting on my elbows, tugging at his shirt. My voice rises in pitch with each passing second. "Please…"

He sits on his haunches and lets out a low growl as he pulls off his shirt in haste. I watch every dip and muscle on his broad, chiseled chest, still unable to believe that he’s mine.

Within seconds, his trousers are off, too, and he positions himself above me.

I can't help but bury my face in his chest, inhaling the musky yet comforting scent of him. It is a scent that is only his, a scent that wraps around me and keeps me close. I never thought someone could make me feel like this, so safe and secure.

"Sofia, I need you," he says, his voice strained with desire. His large hands catch my hips, lifting me to his throbbing length. I whimper at the contact, my body urging for more.

"Then take me," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. With one swift motion, he pushes into me, filling me up in ways I never thought possible.

I gasp at the sensation of him inside me, my body clinging to him tightly. His gaze locks with mine, and I see the raw hunger in his eyes.

From the vantage point he has, he takes in my naked form, his cock circling within. His hands trace patterns from my throat to my breasts and to the curves of my ribs. The warmth from his body seeks out mine, melding us together like the perfect puzzle pieces.

He sits back a little, positioning his cock deeper in me. I let out a soft cry that turns into a moan as the pleasure starts to seep over me. He’s moving at the same pace, hitting the same spots, and my mind is on nothing but him and this moment.

“God,” he moans, looking down at where I’m splayed out. “You’re beautiful.”

His hands reach for my hair, and he closes his eyes as he clutches onto me, his powerful hips rhythmically thrusting into me, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my entire body.

I’m feeling more… alive. More… awake.

I want and need more.

I lift up my hips until I feel stuffed and slide my legs around his ass, my hands clutching at his back.

“Oh god, Sofia.” He falls on me, his weight a delicious sensation, and he nuzzles his mouth in my neck, pumping his cock in me.

“That’s it, Baby,” I tell him. “Just like that.”

The feeling of him inside me, so deep and yet still able to cause such intense pleasure—it's something I never want to end.

Vlad's breathing quickens as he continues his rhythmic movements, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through us both.

"You're mine," he growls, nipping at my neck, thrusting deeper into me with renewed passion.

“I’m yours,” I moan, throwing back my head and closing my eyes. The pounding of our hearts, the mewls of pleasure, the slick wetness of our bodies—it’s all too much to handle.

Each thrust brings us closer to the brink, his cock sliding in and out against my sensitive nerves, sending me on the brink of no return.

“Vlad,” I moan as I feel the need to erupt. “Vlad…”

I feel a small fire burn in my core, ready to blow. I clench my thighs tighter around his ass and meet the frenzy of his hips.

"Sofia," he groans, "I'm close, Baby."

My heart is pounding, the rush of blood in my ears a cacophonous symphony. "Me too," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

"Sof…ia," he groans, his breathing heavy and ragged. He thrusts harder into me, and I let out a strangled cry as I feel it start, the sensation cresting like a wave and then crashing over me. My body shudders as I give in to it, my back arching off the bed as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I see a million stars against a night sky.

He rolls his hips into me one last time and stays there. I feel him throb within me, my body responding to his the same way his does to mine.

Epilogue - Vladimir

6 months after

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