Page 23 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA
He pulls back, just enough to look down at me.
“You’re mine now,” he says, voice low and full of something sharp. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
He tears the nightgown from my body. The sound of ripping silk fills the room and I gasp, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need it anymore.
I wanthim.
His mouth moves down my body, biting, licking, tasting. My back arches off the bed as he sucks one nipple into his mouth, his hand sliding between my thighs.
“You’re soaked again,” he growls. “You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
He slides two fingers inside me and I cry out, clinging to his shoulders.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I whisper. “I wanted you back.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, like he’s devouring the words.
“I told you,” he breathes. “Next time you dream of me, don’t wake up.”
And I don’t. Because this isn’t a dream. This is real. This isus.And I’m never going back.
His body covers mine like a storm rolling in. Heavy. Hot. Inescapable. My legs fall open without thinking, welcoming him like I’ve already decided this is where he belongs. I feel him everywhere, his hands braced on either side of my head, his hips grinding down, his cock thick and hard against the inside of my thigh.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he growls.
I arch into him, breathless. “Then take me.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Not surprise, something darker. Like I’ve just given him permission to burn the whole world down. He shifts back onto his knees, dragging his hand down my body. Over my breasts. My stomach. Lower.
When his fingers spread me open again, I gasp.
“You’re so wet,” he says, more to himself than to me. “So fucking perfect.”
He strokes me slowly, deliberately, like he wants to feel every flutter, every twitch. My hips rise off the bed, chasing the pressure.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“You have me.”
He grips his cock, strokes it once, then presses the tip against me.
I tense with anticipation. My heart is racing so fast I feel it everywhere.
“Eyes on me,” he says.
I look up.
And he pushes in.
The stretch burns. He’s thick, and my body has never taken anything like this before. I whimper, grabbing at his shoulders.
He pauses, just the head inside me, his eyes locked on mine.
“You’re mine now,” he says again, voice low and rough.
