Page 38 of Plus-Size Curves for the Bratva

His large hands cup my ass, and I jerk from the current that passes through as he rises up, pulling me up with him and I instinctively lift off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist. The feeling of being pressed between Denis and the wall sends a thrill through me.

"Tell me," I whisper, running my fingers through his hair.

"Every. Single. Day," he growls, punctuating each word with a kiss along my collarbone. "Since the moment I saw you."

I moan softly, arching into him. "Denis, please…"

Without warning, he carries me to the bed, my legs still locked around him. He tosses me down, and I bounce slightly on the mattress, watching with wide eyes as he begins to undress.

My breath catches in my throat as Denis reveals his body. He's perfection incarnate—all chiseled abs, broad shoulders, and strong arms. I drink in the sight of him, marveling at how this Adonis of a man could want someone like me.

"See something you like?" Denis asks, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he crawls onto the bed.

I nod, unable to form words as he hovers over me. His hands grasp my thighs, spreading them wider as he settles between them.

"Good," he murmurs, pulling me closer. "Because I'm about to show you just how much I like what I see."

I shiver in anticipation as Denis lowers his head, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. His tongue darts out, teasing me with light, fleeting touches that make me squirm.

"Denis," I whimper, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

He chuckles, the vibration sending sparks through me.

His mouth descends fully, and I cry out as he sucks my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure coursing through my veins. I feel him insert a finger, curling it inside me as he continues his moves.

Just as I feel the tension coiling tighter, ready to snap, Denis pulls away. I whine at the loss, but my protests die in my throat as I watch him position himself above me.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

I nod eagerly, gasping as I feel him enter me. The stretch is exquisite, a delicious burn that has me arching off the bed.

"Fuck," I breathe, clutching at his shoulders. "You feel amazing."

Denis groans, his forehead pressed against mine as he begins to move. "If only you could feel yourself.”

I close my eyes in bliss, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. Slowly, I begin to meet his thrusts.

His pace quickens, and when he lifts my legs over my shoulders to hit his cock deeper inside me, my eyes ram open and I gasp at how fucking good this feels. The sight of him losing control because of me is intoxicating.

His gaze lingers over me, and he bends his head lower. My nails dig into his back as I slam my hips over the bed, in a quest to take him deeper.

"Denis," I moan as he captures a nipple between his lips. "I'm close…"

"Let go for me, Sweetheart," Denis growls, his rhythm intensifying. "I want to feel you come undone."

His words push me over the edge. I cry out, my body arching as waves of pleasure crash over me. Denis doesn't slow down, prolonging my orgasm with each thrust.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice strained. "You're so beautiful like this."

As I come down from my high, I notice a change in Denis. His carefully maintained control is slipping, his movements becoming more erratic. It's intoxicating to watch him lose himself in me.

"Don't hold back," I whisper, running my nails down his back. "I want all of you."

A primal sound escapes him as he drives into me harder, faster. The bed creaks beneath us, but I can barely hear it over our shared gasps and moans.

"Natalia," he groans, his muscles tensing. With a final, powerful thrust, he stills, and I feel the warmth of his release inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, both catching our breath. Denis peppers soft kisses along my neck and collarbone, making me giggle.

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