Page 67 of Bound to the Bratva
The red tint floods her cheeks, but there’s a small smile playing on her lips. “I’ve wanted to hate you since the beginning you know. I tried hating you, but there came a point where you weaseled your way under my skin and into my heart. I have feelings for you, Maxim.”
My heart thunders in my chest at her words. “I have feelings for you too, Aria.” I admit, capturing her lips with mine.
The world around us is harsh—it’s full of cruel realities and consequences we’d rather not face, but have no option.
In this moment, I’m pushing all of the pressures of life away. Right now, I’m not the man who’s going to inherit the Bratva. I’m just her husband—a man who would do anything for her.
I keep my lips on hers, devouring her. The kiss deepens, her fingers clutching my skin, drawing me closer. I feel her pulse racing against my lips as I trail them down her neck.
She gasps, her eyes fluttering shut and it’s music to my ears. My hands find their way under her robe, tracing the contours of her body and she shivers beneath my touch.
“Maxim...” she breathes out, her voice shaky.
“Yes, Aria?” I reply, my voice a low growl.
“I...I need you. I need you now more than I ever have before.” she confesses, her voice almost a whisper.
My heart leaps at her words. It’s raw desire mixed with genuine emotion in her voice. Her confession ignites a fire inside me that I can’t control, and I’m not sure if I want to.
Effortlessly, I scoop her into my arms and stride toward our bed. The silk sheets feel cold to the touch as I lay her down gently.
“Then have me,” I say, my gaze locked with hers.
The moonlight filters through the sheer curtains, bathing her in an ethereal glow. I can’t help but marvel at the beauty below me. She’s mine, all mine.
I lean down, kissing her fiercely. She trembles under my touch, her hands threading through my hair. Her reaction to my touch only eggs me on. It fills me with an intoxicating sense of power, of ownership, connection even.
“Maxim,” she moans into my mouth, pulling me closer.
“I’m here, Aria,” I murmur against her lips, my hands roaming over her body.
Slowly, I peel her robe off of her, revealing the exquisite canvas of her skin. She’s trembling now, her breath hitching as I explore every inch of her with my hands and mouth.
Her hands claw at my back as she arches into me—a silent plea for more. And more is exactly what I intend to give. I want to claim her in every way possible tonight.
“Mmm, my beautiful wife.” Her body shudders against mine at the words, her eyes shining brightly in the moonlight as they meet mine.
“Yours,” she whispers back, a confession, a promise.
As I move over her, her breath catches in anticipation. I caress her cheek, lost in the feel of her skin under my fingertips. She’s soft, yet strong. And oh, so vulnerable.
“Maxim,” she murmurs, eyes pleading, full of that unmistakable desire that sends chills down my spine.
I dip my hand between her legs, feeling the softness I’ll be balls deep in soon enough.
She gasps in response, her back arching. This is power. Control. I want to savor it, to enjoy every moment of it.
“Aria,” I growl, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest, matching the rhythm of mine. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
Her eyes find mine again, burning with intensity. “I want you, Maxim. I fucking need you, now.” she whispers.
“Good,” I say, pulling my fingers away from her pussy, I line my cock up at her entrance.
I enter her carefully. It’s a slow push and pull—an exquisite torment of pleasure and anticipation. She moans beneath me, her eyes squeezed shut as she bites her lower lip, trying to withhold the noises threatening to spill forth.
I take my time, enjoying every inch of her beneath me. Her shallow breaths and whimpers are like sweet music to my ears.
Thrusting, I pick up my pace, going as deep inside her as I can.
