Page 59 of The Bratva's Sextuplets
I release his cock with a soft pop and move back up his body, settling myself astride his hips so that his cock rests against my wet slit. The position puts me in control, and I see the trust in his eyes as he lets me set the pace.
When I sink down onto him slowly, we both cry out at the sensation. He fills me completely, stretching me in ways that border on overwhelming as my body adjusts to accommodate his girth once again. For a moment, we’re both perfectly still, lost in the intensity of the connection.
“Move.” He grips my hips, but he doesn’t try to control my rhythm. “Please.”
I begin to rock against him, slowly at first as I find the angle that feels best, then with increasing urgency as the friction builds heat between us. He watches my face with an intensity that makes me feel exposed and cherished at the same time, roaming his hands over my breasts, stomach, and hips like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me.
“You feel incredible.” His voice is rough with need as I change the angle slightly, taking him even deeper.
“So do you.” The words come out breathlessly as I find the perfect spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. “I was made for you, you were made for me, and everything that happened before this was just waiting.”
He sits up suddenly, changing our position so that we’re chest to chest, still intimately connected but able to kiss and touch more freely. The new angle allows his cock to plunge deeper, letting me feel him everywhere as we move together.
“I want to watch you fall apart in my arms.” He brushes his lips against my ear as he speaks, and his breath is hot against myskin. “I want to see you lose control because you trust me enough to let go completely.”
“I trust you with everything.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, using the leverage to increase the pace of our movements while his cock slides in and out of my slick channel. “With my body and my heart and my life.”
The tension builds between us like a storm gathering strength, every thrust and kiss and whispered endearment bringing us closer to the edge of something that feels bigger than physical pleasure. When he reaches between our bodies to find my clit, the added stimulation makes me gasp and arch against him.
“Come with me.” He works the sensitive bundle of nerves with perfect pressure while his cock continues to fill me again and again. “Let go with me and let me feel you come apart around me.”
The combination of his touch and the rhythm of our bodies joining pushes me over the edge with devastating force. I come apart in his arms with his name on my lips, my entire body shuddering as my pussy clenches around his cock and pleasure tears through me like lightning.
He follows seconds later, his own climax triggering as my muscles clamp down around him. He buries his face in my throat, muffling his groan against my skin as he empties his cock inside me with deep, pulsing thrusts that make me gasp.
Afterward, we lie tangled together in the darkness, hearts still racing and skin slick with sweat. Neither of us speaks for a long time, content to exist in this moment of perfect connection, where nothing else matters except the feeling of being completely known and accepted.
I lift my head to look at him. “Promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me that no matter what, you’ll never give up on us.” I trace the line of his jaw with my fingertip. “Promise me that when things get difficult or dangerous and complicated, you’ll choose to fight for what we have instead of protecting yourself from it.”
“I promise.” He brings my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to my palm. “I promise I’ll fight for us until my last breath, and I’ll choose you over everything else that doesn’t matter.”
“Good.” I settle back against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
“I’m counting on it.” Tigran’s fingers resume their soothing strokes through my hair. “I’m counting on you to keep me honest, to challenge me when I’m wrong, and to remind me what I’m fighting for when the world gets dark and dangerous.”
“I can do that.” I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “I can be your partner instead of your possession.”
“You already are.” His voice is soft with sleep and satisfaction. “You’ve been exactly what I needed since the moment you walked into my life and refused to be anyone other than who you are.”
As I drift off in his arms, I realize all over again, like it’s new information, that I love this man who was supposed to be my enemy. I love him enough to trust him with my heart and my life, and somehow, impossibly, he loves me back the same way. In a world where love is often the most dangerous weakness you can have, we’re going to make it a strength instead.
22
Tigran
For the first time in weeks, I wake up without the immediate tension that’s been my constant companion. Zita sleeps beside me, her dark hair spread across the pillow and her face peaceful in a way I’ve rarely seen since we’ve been married. The events of last night replay in my mind, and not just the physical connection we shared, but the emotional breakthrough that changed everything between us.
She loves me.
The knowledge sits in my chest like a balloon about to pop. It’s a vulnerability I’ve never allowed myself to experience. In the world I grew up in, love is a weapon your enemies use against you. Nicky taught me that lesson when he put a bullet in my mother’s chest and showed me caring about someone gives them the power to destroy you completely.
I’ve spent more than two decades building walls around my heart, convincing myself duty and control and strategic thinking were enough to build a life. Zita has torn down every one ofthose walls in the space of a few months, and instead of feeling exposed and weak, I feel stronger than I’ve ever been.
She’s no longer the sharp-tongued liability I married out of obligation to a contract signed by two now-dead men. She’s not the problem I need to solve or the asset I need to protect. She’s become the center of everything that matters to me and the reason I want to reshape theBratvainto something worthy of the future we might build together.
