Page 71 of The Bratva's Prisoner Bride

If I could go back and tell my past self where the two of us would end up after enough time and effort, I would’ve called myself crazy. But to have his gaze on me and to feel nothing but love and affection behind it was a greater gift than I ever could’ve imagined.

That warmth and unfiltered longing lingered all the way back to our suite, with the door locked and our clothes thrown carelessly to the floor.

The heat of his need and the depth of his devotion to me was clear in the breaths he panted against my skin while he kissed down my neck, grazing me with his teeth in between those open-mouthed kisses. His strong hands held my waist and glided down at the same time his lips followed a similar path, stopping at my chest to pull a nipple in his mouth and swirl his tongue against it.

He groaned in time with my breathless moan while my back arched. A pleasant haze consumed me, letting me get lost in the sensations he so easily brought over me.

Ivan hummed his approval at the way I reacted to him, kissing down my stomach and trailing his hands along the shape of me, savoring every smooth curve.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he murmured, causing goosebumps to ripple across my skin while he continued further down, resting his cheek against the bottom of my stomach with a satisfied exhale. His palms ghosted my thighs, taking reverence in the way I was laid out in front of him before he slowly eased them apart. “As much as I want to meet the little one, I’m going to savor this for as long as I can.”

A shiver moved through me while he continued his burning path down my body, kissing my inner thighs while he settled between them, making his intentions very clear.

I caught the low sound that came from the back of his throat while he wrapped his fingers around my thighs and leaned in. My breath caught at the light fan of his breath against my heat, making me tremble faintly in anticipation.

At the light brush of his tongue against my clit, I tensed with the immediate spark of pleasure before letting it soothe me again, then moaned and tipped my head back. A wash ofabsolute bliss hit me while my eyes closed, and I focused solely on the slow, deliberate movements of his tongue.

Ivan groaned against me the moment my fingers reached his hair to pull lightly on the strands, seemingly encouraging him as he added more pressure, gently caressing lower with his fingers.

“My perfect wife…always so sweet for me,” he murmured, voice somewhat hoarse before teasing me more.

My brows pinched together, and I concentrated on wave after wave of pleasure he fed me, using his tongue and lips to pitch my moans higher.

My sounds pushed him on, and I couldn’t string a coherent thought together while he hummed and bit back his own moans, moving faster and devouring me so completely. I shuddered at the switch in him, changing from sensual to starved, while he demanded every inch of me—every drop of my ecstasy.

His fingers tightened against my thighs with the urgent movements of his mouth, guiding me closer to the edge until I was clenching and absently trying to close my legs while squirming. It was so intense I could hardly stand it, but Ivan pinned my thighs down and made sure they didn’t move.

Unable to hold back any longer, I arched off the mattress while all sound ceased from my throat, and my body shook with the hard rush of my orgasm. Seeing stars behind my eyes, I panted hard through the overwhelming sensations and gripped his strands tighter.

As if he had just reached that same state as me, Ivan groaned against me and gently lapped at my core to guide me through it, caressing my thighs and murmuring affirmations against my skin.

While I caught my breath and went through the gradual comedown, feeling both relief and longing for more, Ivan moved back up my body with an undeniable desire behind his every movement.

Slotting himself between my legs, letting me feel the full weight of his need pressed against me, his lips trailed up my neck and across my jaw until he hovered them directly above mine, stealing my air at once. But of course, I didn’t mind at all.

“How am I ever supposed to keep my hands to myself when you make such pretty sounds for me?” Ivan teased with a faint grin before melding his lips with mine again. With one arm beneath my neck and shoulders, he gripped my thigh with his spare hand and gently eased my leg up to spread me more for him.

I moaned into his mouth while his tongue caressed mine, already feeling the pressure of his cock against my heat. Another shiver tore through me, but my breath hitched before I could say anything.

With a low growl, Ivan eased himself inside of me, gripping my thigh a bit tighter while he closed his eyes to savor every moment of that pure, raw pleasure. Once he filled me to the hilt, he panted out a breath and paused to regain his bearings.

“It’s a good thing I don’t need to restrain myself,” he rasped, swallowing hard before slowly moving his hips.

My skin was hot all over while the feeling of being completely full of him suspended me in that greedy state of wanting more…of needing more, almost like my life depended on it.

No part of me wanted him to restrain himself…not when every inch of him felt better than the last. Instead, I moaned forhim while my arms wrapped around his torso in return, fingers digging into the hard flesh and muscle of his back.

Ivan let go of another pleased sound at my immediate reactions, moving his hips at a slow and torturous pace while he seemed to revel in every moment he spent inside me. Then, a shudder moved through him when I clenched around him in response, and a growl-like noise escaped him.

“Fuck, baby…it’s no fair…” he murmured, lowering his face to hover above my cheek while his soft breaths fanned against my skin. He gradually started moving faster, grunting with the force of it. “…how you can ruin me so easily.”

Even while his thrusts became more intense, it still wasn’t enough. I whimpered and shifted my hips beneath him in search of more. “Faster…please.”

Ivan groaned at that and pressed a kiss against my cheek before complying. “Who am I to deny you?”

The increase in speed and force behind his thrusts resulted in him going even deeper, stroking my inner walls so deliciously that my eyes rolled back, and my thighs squeezed him harder. My fingers sank into his back harder, and I didn’t bother trying to quiet my sounds.

Losing himself in the pleasure of it all, Ivan maintained that pace, keeping our bodies as close as possible while he pushed us both closer to the edge, chasing after that bliss we both craved.

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