Page 39 of Marked & Bred By the Bratva
Epilogue
“Say it again.”
I squirm under him, my thighs spread wide over high-thread cotton sheets, the scent of sex thick in the air. My face is buried in a pillow, mouth open, as Lev’s fingers stroke slow circles over the slick seam between my ass and pussy.
“I said I want it,” I pant. “I want you to take me there.”
He growls low in his throat, one hand gripping the curve of my hip. His voice is ragged, unsteady. “You’re making me lose my fucking mind…”
I laugh, breathy and wrecked.
He presses a kiss to my lower back, then spreads my cheeks, exposing my tight, untouched hole. “You have no fucking idea what you’re asking for.”
“I think I do,” I whisper. “Just don’t know if you’ll fit…” I bit my bottom lip, torn between desire, pleasure and the fear of getting my asshole wrecked irreparably.
Lev chuckles, filthy and dark. “It will fit but you’re gonna feel me for fucking days, baby.”
The tip of his thumb circles the ring of muscle, slow, teasing.My whole body clenches. Not exactly from fear anymore, but from the tension that grows tighter every second he doesn’t push deeper.
“Need you to relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, lips on my spine. “Gonna make you cry if I don’t take my time.”
“Then don’t take your time.”
He freezes. “Ava.”
I whimper, rocking my hips back into him. “I’m yours. I want to feel you lose control.”
His breath punches out of him.
Next thing I know, the cold glide of lube drips between my cheeks. Then a single thick finger slips in, not all the way, just enough to burn.
My moan is sharp and immediate.
“That’s it,” he praises. “My brave girl. My perfect little slut.”
He works me open with maddening care, one finger, then two. I gasp and wriggle, overwhelmed, but he won’t let me close my legs.
“Stay open,” he growls. “Let me see how greedy your ass is.”
When he finally pulls his fingers out, I feel empty. But then he presses the wide head of his cock against me, and I go still.
“Breathe,” he murmurs, voice raw.
Then he pushes.
Slow. Endless. Stretched to the edge of pain, and still, I want more.
My eyes water. My mouth opens in a silent scream.
Lev curses viciously above me. “Fuck… So tight. You were made for this.”
He keeps pushing until he bottoms out, fully seated in my ass. I feel every damn inch of him.
“Oh, my God,” I sob into the pillow.
“You take me so fucking well, baby,” he groans. “With your tight little hole just clinging to me.”
He doesn’t move. He brushes my hair off my face, rubs my lower back, waits until my breathing evens out.
