Page 15 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
Her thighs clamp around my head.
She cries out, soft and desperate and grinds against my mouth.
Her body knows me now. Craves me.
She comes again, in a deeper tremble this time.
I suck on her clit while she shakes.
Then I pull back, hard and aching.
I don’t fuck her but I jerk off next to her, my hand wrapped tight around my cock, her juices still coating my face.
I come on her back. Quietly. My teeth clenched to keep from groaning her name.
Then I clean her up with her favorite tshirt, the one she says feels like a hug.
I tuck it under her cheek.
Brush the hair from her face.
“Mine,” I whisper.
In the morning, she’ll touch her sore thighs and wonder why her dreams felt so good.
Because her body already knows she belongs to me.
Nine
Ava
I wake up sticky, sore, and a little dizzy, like I drank too much last night — which I didn’t. All I had was water. Water I could’ve sworn I finished, but now it’s sitting full on my nightstand. Unopened.
My thighs are damp. My shirt’s twisted. My nipples ache.
I press a hand between my legs and freeze.
Wet. Swollen. Sensitive.
I sit up too fast and immediately regret it. The room tips. My head pounds behind my eyes.
“What the hell,” I whisper. “What kind of dream makes you sore?”
I swing my legs off the bed and shuffle to the bathroom, ignoring the mirror like it’s the enemy. I don’t want to look myself in theeye. Not when I’m this disoriented. Not when my body feels like it’s been.. used. Worshiped… fucked.
I clench my thighs and suck in a breath. I need air.
I toss on leggings, a hoodie, and shove my feet into Crocs. My sleep shirt is still crumpled at the foot of the bed — damp in places I don’t want to think about.
Down the hall, I open the door to the little courtyard outside. Just a quick breath of fresh air. Maybe some sun will reset my brain.
Instead, I walk right into Lev. Literally. Hard. Warm.
“Oh my God, sorry!”
He steadies me with one large hand. “You okay?”
I blink up at him. He’s in a t-shirt today, the short sleeves exposing his full sleeves, jaw sharp, hair still damp like he recently took a shower. Looking deliciously lickable, and smelling like it.
