Page 41 of The Bratva's Sextuplets
“It’s a risk either way.” I move closer to him on the bed. “At least I’d die having chosen something for myself.”
Heat flares in his eyes. “Zita…”
I silence him by pressing my lips to his, and this kiss is raw need and the desperate collision of two people who’ve come too close to losing something they didn’t even realize they wanted to keep.
He responds with equal hunger, tangling his hands in my hair as he deepens the kiss until I forget about everything except the taste of him and the way he’s holding me like something precious he can’t bear to let go. When we finally pull apart to take in a deep breath, he stares into my eyes. “This could be dangerous.”
“I know.” I reach up to trace the line of his jaw, savoring the way he leans into my touch despite the tension radiating through his body. “I just don’t care.”
He grasps my hair as he claims my mouth with desperate hunger, tasting like whiskey and danger, and my pussy clenches with need. This isn’t gentle or careful. It’s raw desperation from two people who almost lost something they didn’t realize they couldn’t live without.
“I need to touch you,” he says against my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “I need to know you’re here and safe.”
“Then touch me.” I pull at his shirt, scattering buttons across the hardwood floor in my haste to feel his skin against mine. “Touch me everywhere.”
He tears my nightgown down the middle, the silk splitting like paper under his hands. The violence of it sends heat racingthrough my veins, and I arch against him as cool air hits my naked skin.
“Christ, look at you.” His voice is rough with wonder as he strokes my body with reverent touches that make me tremble. “So fucking beautiful.”
I work at his belt with shaking fingers, desperate to feel all of him. “I need you inside me. I need to know you’re real too.”
When I finally free his cock from his trousers, he’s already hard and leaking. I wrap my fingers around the thick length of him, stroking slowly while he groans against my neck.
“Fuck, Zita.” He bites down on my shoulder, not hard enough to mark but enough to make me gasp. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Good.” I increase the pressure of my strokes, feeling his jaw clench against my skin with the effort of maintaining control. “I want to drive you as crazy as you drive me.”
He pushes me back against the pillows and finds my breasts, sucking and licking my nipples in an alternating rhythm while his hands explore lower. When he slides his finger down my slit, I’m already soaked with need. He makes a sound of satisfaction that goes straight to my pussy.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs against my skin, circling my clit until I’m shaking. “So ready.”
“Please.” I arch against his touch, needing more than his fingers. “I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you everywhere.”
He continues to stroke me for another minute while repositioning himself. I miss his mouth at my breasts, but he kisses me again a moment later. Finally, he withdraws his fingers from my pussy as he positions himself betweenmy thighs. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, jutting forward insistently. “Are you sure? After everything that happened today?—”
“I’m especially sure after everything that happened today.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I need to feel alive and connected to you.”
When he pushes inside me, we both cry out at the sensation. His cock fills me completely, stretching me in ways that border on overwhelming. For a moment, we stay perfectly still, lost in the intensity of the connection.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers against my ear, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Like coming home.”
“Then come home to me.” I roll my hips, taking him deeper. “Take what you need.”
He sets a rhythm that’s both desperate and reverent, with each thrust claiming me while somehow surrendering to me at the same time. I meet him movement for movement as our bodies find a perfect synchronization that speaks to how deeply we understand each other now.
“I could have lost you today,” he says, his forehead pressed against mine as he moves inside me. “I could have lost this before I even knew I had it.”
“Yes, but you didn’t.” I frame his face with my hands, forcing him to look at me. “I’m here. We’re here. Nothing else matters.”
He nods and continues thrusting into me as I strain to meet each of his moves with my own. I moan when his thumb finds my clit, and the added stimulation sends me spiraling toward release.My muscles begin to flutter around his cock, and his rhythm becomes more urgent.
“Come for me,” he says, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “Let me feel your pleasure.”
The combination of his words and his touch pushes me over the edge with devastating force. I cry out his name as my orgasm tears through me, my pussy clenching around him with an intensity that leaves me shaking.
He follows seconds later, burying his cock deeply inside me as he empties himself with a groan that sounds almost pained. His shaft pulses inside me, marking me in the most fundamental way possible.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, our hearts still racing and our skin damp with sweat. Neither of us speaks for a long time, both processing the magnitude of what just passed between us.
