Page 53 of Used Bratva Bride

Still, I force myself to ask, my voice breathless, shaky, “Why didn’t you take me last night?”

His dark eyes flicker, something unreadable passing through them. Then, he leans in, his lips grazing my ear as he answers, his voice low and rough. “Because I wasn’t sure if you wanted it.” A pause. Then, “Now I know you do.”

He grinds down on me, and I feel something hard against my pelvis. I shiver, back arching without even meaning it. Fuck, he feels big. Huge, even. It’s enough to make my mouth water.

Mikhail’s lips press against mine again, harder this time, his teeth catching my lower lip and giving it a sharp nip. I gasp into his mouth, and he takes advantage of the opening, deepening the kiss with gentle, focused strokes of his tongue.The weight of him keeps me pinned, his body a solid heat pressing into mine, making it impossible to think of anything but him.

His hands roam my sides, strong and possessive, fingers tracing the curve of my waist as he presses himself closer. Every shift of his body, every careful movement, sends sparks of anticipation thrumming through me.

He undresses the rest of me carefully, fingers hooked around the waistband of my sleep shorts. They join the growing pile of discarded clothing, my naked body bare for him. I flush darker, a needy whine escaping me as his fingers trace my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, and I gasp in approval.

He undresses, and slides into me easily. He’s thick, and I haven’t been properly prepared—is that even a thing? Even so, I’m already so soaked that I feel only pleasure, as his throbbing cock fills me up.

I arch beneath him, my breath hitching when his fingers skim just beneath my ribs, teasing, learning. His dominance isn’t just in his strength, in the way he holds me beneath him effortlessly—it’s in how he takes his time, how he forces me to feel every touch, every kiss, until I’m left trembling with need.

He works me slowly, but with a building momentum that makes me heady with desire. My pussy clenches around him, and my thighs do the same; holding him to me as we rock together.

He pulls back just enough to smirk down at me, his thumb brushing against my swollen lips. “You like this, don’t you?” His voice is thick, edged with something dark and knowing.

I swallow, my cheeks burning, but I can’t deny it. Not when my body gives me away so easily.

His smirk deepens, his fingers trailing lower, teasing. “Say it.”

I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying the words aloud, but when he dips his head to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, I shudder.

“I love it,” I whisper, barely audible.

Mikhail’s fingers trace deliberate patterns over my skin as he thrusts into me, each touch sending shivers down my spine. His dominance is undeniable, but there’s a softness to it now, a measured control that makes my head spin. His hands roam with purpose, mapping my body like he’s claiming it, yet his lips press gently against my neck, coaxing rather than demanding.

I let out a shaky breath as he pumps into me, his dark eyes locking on to mine, full of heat and something deeper—something possessive. He strokes the side of my face, his thumb brushing against my lips before tilting my chin up to meet his next kiss. It’s slower now, less urgent but no less intense. He takes his time, savoring, ensuring I feel every press of his mouth, every shift of his body against mine.

The whole time, his rhythm doesn’t falter. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, his cock stretching me wide; it fills me with a need I can’t describe. It’s even better when he traces a hand down my body, cupping the soft mound of my pelvis, fingers digging into the tender flesh.

I arch into him without thinking, needing more, craving the sensation of his touch. He rewards me with a deep, approving hum, his grip tightening just slightly around my waist. “You’re learning,” he murmurs, a smirk curving his lips against my skin.

My breath catches as he moves lower, his kisses trailing down my collarbone, over the curve of my shoulder. Every nerve in my body is alive, my senses overwhelmed by him, by the way he knows exactly how to unravel me. His touch is firm but patient, teasing but never uncertain. He’s in control—of himself, of me, of everything in this moment.

His hands slide down my arms, pinning them gently above my head. Not restricting, just reminding me who’s in charge.

“You belong to me now,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Every inch of you.”

I barely manage to nod, my mind lost in the haze of sensation. Maybe it’s those words that do it, but I reach a crescendo, my head tipping back as I call his name. I might say something else too, but the orgasm washes over me in one big wave, and I can’t even hear myself over the thrum of my pulse.

My whole body tenses, a gasp leaving my lips as I come undone.

I don’t expect him to be so quick, but he comes too; a hot flood filling me up, making my eyes roll back. His cock throbs as he gushes into me, his come spilling from my hole and between our joined bodies.

For a long moment, neither of us move. Or speak. Or think.

Then, Mikhail chuckles, pleased, and finally releases my wrists, his fingers stroking back down my sides before he shifts, lowering himself to my side. He’s still close, but when he slides his cock out of me, I feel hollow where it used to be.

His voice is quieter now, deeper, almost smug. “How was your first time?”

I try to answer, but I’m too exhausted, too thrilled, and all I manage is a soft exhale as my body sinks into the bed.

Mikhail smirks, satisfied. “I’ll take that as a positive response.”

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