Page 42 of Bound to the Bratva
I feel like I haven’t lived life until this moment. The way everything else disappears is like magic, and I can’t wait to allow him to bring my body a monumental amount of pleasure.
There are so many times where I think back about the first time we had sex—in an alley of all places. It was a hate fuck if I’ve ever heard of one and yet it was probably the best sex of my life. I wonder if he’s going to top that.
He tangles his hand up in my hair and forces my lips back against his. Everything happens so fast. He unzips my bodice, yanking it down with frenzied speed. My heart pounds in my chest with every passing moment.
A moan escapes me and he sucks my tongue into his mouth, moving his hand from my zipper to my hip.
Raw and desperate need rises to unforeseen levels between my thighs. I continue to moan, giving into the raw emotion of the moment.
Maxim tears his lips away from mine and starts pressing kisses against my neck. His teeth graze against my skin, showing me how much he wants me. There’s a primal need brewing between us and God, I want him right fucking now.
He wastes no time yanking my dress down and finally, I stand up. Maxim pulls the dress off me and we feverishly remove all his clothes until we’re left staring at every inch of exposed skin on the other.
He swiftly pulls me down onto the couch and towers over me, hiking up one of my legs. With a throaty dominance, “Let me worship every part of your body.”
The bulkiness of his frame shields me, which gives me a bit of peace. If anyone were to walk back down here, they wouldn’t see me at all.
Maxim’s cock nestles against my core. He lightly skirts his fingertips against my inner thigh until he finds my inner lips, dragging them against my wet folds.
“Oh,” I moan, licking my lips.
Maxim smirks and bores his eyes into my own. “As your husband, it’s my duty to make sure you’re pleased, and fuck if I intend to keep that promise.”
Just as he finishes speaking he plows his fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit and I’m forced to clasp a hand over my mouth. I don’t want the others to hear me, but God, this is delightful.
Maxim continues to pleasure me with his hand for quite a while, and finally hikes my legs up higher, forcing them to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I wanna keep doing this…but Aria, I need to be inside you.”
I gasp, needing to feel him inside me. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Without saying a word, he lines himself up at my entrance and pushes inside me. He fills me up, stretching my walls, claiming me in a way I never knew I wanted.
With each thrust, I dig my nails deeper into his back, and before I know it, bliss is coursing through every inch of my body.
I’m unable to hold back my moans of pleasure and stare up at my husband’s pleased face. He enjoys seeing me like this, below him, enjoying everything he’s doing.
Maxim bucks and pounds inside me, prolonging my orgasm in the process, and finds his release. He stays nestled inside me and I enjoy this.
I enjoy the feeling of him staying in me, even though he’s gotten his fun. I’ve never had a man do this before. Any other time I’ve had sex, they pull out the second they’re done. But, not Maxim. He might be a dangerous monster, but there’s a good man underneath his hardened exterior.
He doesn’t pull out until he goes soft inside me, and presses soft kisses against my skin.
He pulls himself out of me and smirks, “I could get used to this.”
With a laugh, I agree. “Me too.”
Maxim releases a heavy sigh, “I suppose we should go upstairs, hmm?”
Nodding, the exhaustion from the day starts to settle in. “Yeah, I’d say it’s a good idea. I’m ready to hit the hay.”
Maxim grabs his dress shirt off the ground and hands it to me. I slip it over my shoulders and he helps me fasten a couple of the buttons in the middle. He puts on his boxers and takes a moment to rake his eyes up and down my body.
Before I realize what’s happening, he’s scooping me in his arms and lifts me off the ground, heading for the stairwell.
“Maxim, what the hell are you doing?” I ask, staring at him with wide eyes.
His dark chuckle rumbles through me. “It’s not every day we get married, so shouldn’t I carry you through the threshold?”
“We haven’t exactly had a traditional wedding. Why start now?” I know my tone might sour the mood a little bit, but at least I’m being honest.
