Page 112 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
And then his fingers were between us, zeroing in on my clit like he’d been born for this. I was going—gone—shattered.
I arched against him as the orgasm tore through me, wave after wave crashing down. It started low, sharp, and greedy, then bloomed wide—full body, all-consuming. Tears sprang to my eyes from the force of it. I wasn’t even sure I was breathing.
“Now, Autumn. Come with me,” he demanded.
I didn’t just come—I combusted. And the second I did, he followed, his body going taut, jaw clenched as he spilled inside me.
And still, he didn’t stop moving.
He rocked into me slowly, dragging out every last ripple of aftershock until I was trembling beneath him, every nerve lit, every inch claimed.
When he finally stilled, his forehead dropped to mine, both of us breathless, wrecked in the best way. I felt his heartbeat pounding where our chests pressed together. Strong. Steady. Mine.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered.
“Good,” I whispered back, smiling against his mouth. “Because I’m not done with you either.”
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