Page 56 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
She came with a cry, her body stiffening before shuddering around me, her walls pulsing and gripping my cock like a vacuum. The sight of her—head thrown back, breasts heaving, body trembling with pleasure I’d given her—was almost enough to push me over the edge.
I growled, twisting with her still on top of me, pinning her beneath me on the couch.
Then I drove into her—hard.
She gasped, eyes flying open, pupils blown wide. The blue of her irises was nearly swallowed by black, her expression wrecked and wanting.
“Yes,” she breathed, nails dragging down my back, sharp enough to sting. “Harder.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I set a brutal rhythm, hips slamming into hers, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls like a heartbeat gone feral. Her legs locked around me, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me impossibly closer, as if she wanted to fuse us together.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, her sweat, her fuckingexistence. “So fucking good, Autumn. I can’t—”
She whimpered beneath me, breath stuttering with every thrust. Her hands gripped my ass, guiding me,demandingmore. I could feel her tightening around me, her body pulsing in waves as she clawed her way toward release again.
“Come for me,” I rasped against her throat. “I want to feel you break apart on my cock.”
I reached between us again, rubbing her clit in tight circles. She arched off the couch, her body bowing beneath mine, and she cried out my name before shuddering violently as she came—walls clenching, body trembling, voice raw with pleasure.
“Federico!” she cried out as she came again, her entire body convulsing with pleasure.
The feel of her clenching around me—tight, wet, pulsing—wrecked whatever control I had left.
I drove into her one last time, deep and hard, and then it hit.
My body locked, breath gone, vision splintering as release tore through me like a surge of fire—raw, electric, unstoppable. Pressure exploded at the base of my spine, heat rushing through my core as I spilled into her, pulse after pulse, my entire body convulsing with it.
It was blinding.
A full-body unraveling. Every muscle taut, every nerve lit up, everything else—time, thought, reason—gone.
Just her. Just us.
And the aching relief of finally letting go.
For several moments, we lay there, tangled together, breath mingling, bodies slick with sweat. I was still inside her, unwilling to break away just yet, after what was possibly the best fucking sex of my life.
Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, her eyes closed.
I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips. She turned her head, catching my mouth with hers for a soft, lingering kiss.
When I finally pulled out to grab my clothes, reality began creeping back in.
The blood on my shirt, discarded on the floor.
The revelation that had triggered her panic attack.
The danger I’d put her in.
She must have been thinking the same thing, because when I returned to the couch, she was sitting up, quickly pulling her clothes back on.
“Autumn?” I asked, not sure what I wanted to ask, but knowing I needed to hear something.
She shook her head, not meeting my eyes. “I… this was a mistake.”
I sat beside her, keeping a careful distance now. “We should talk about what happened.”
