Page 14 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva

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I count to sixty.

Then I move.

She’s curled on her side in bed, facing the wall.

I wait until she’s still. Her breathing slow and even .

Then I slide in behind her.

She’s not wearing panties again.

My cock’s already hard just looking at her. I palm her soft hip, carefully. Gentle. She sighs in her sleep, like her body recognizes me now.

It does.

I push her thighs apart and nestle between them, spooning her from behind. My cock rests against the warm dip of her ass, and I grind just enough. Not inside. Not yet.

Ava whimpers. A little breathy noise. So fucking pretty.

“Shh, sweetheart,” I murmur. “It’s just me.”

She tilts her head slightly in her sleep. Her mouth opens.

I slip my hand up to her chest and cup one of her tits. Soft. Heavy. Perfect. Her nipple pebbles under my thumb.

She arches back against me. The tiniest grind.

She wants it.

I stroke her clit slowly. No rush. No pressure.

Just learning her.

She’s wetter than before.

“Dreaming about me again?” I whisper against her neck. “Good girl.”

She makes a soft, broken sound that’s half moan, half sigh, and her hips jerk.

I lick the shell of her ear. Slide two thick fingers inside her pussy.

She clenches around me. Fucking sucking me in deeper.

God.

I fuck her slow, my fingers working in and out while I rock my painfully hard dick against her ass. Her body starts to shake. She’s close.

I palm her mouth, just in case.

She comes around my fingers with a silent, convulsing gasp.

I don’t stop.

She bucks in her sleep. A high, keening whimper slips past my hand.

I slide down her body and bury my face in her cunt. She’s already sensitive, already spent but I don’t care.

I lick her like I need it to live.

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