Page 20 of Pregnant with Bratva Twins
I cup her face, tilting her head so I can devour her from every angle. She melts under me, opening for me, herresistance fading as I press my body flush to hers. My thigh wedges between her legs, grinding up against the wet heat already gathering there. She gasps, arching into me, hips rolling helplessly.
“You want this?” I murmur against her mouth, voice rough. “Say it.”
Her breath comes in ragged, shallow bursts. “Yes.” She’s barely more than a whisper, but I feel the truth in her body, the way she clings to me, the way her thighs squeeze my hips.
“Good girl.”
I trail my mouth down her throat, nipping at the soft skin there, leaving a mark. My mark. She shivers as I move lower, biting the curve of her shoulder, her collarbone, the sensitive dip above her heart. My hand slides down, cupping one breast, kneading the plush flesh until she moans. I suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, my teeth. She cries out, bucking up beneath me.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, holding her in place, making her surrender. With the other, I move lower, sliding between her legs, fingers parting her slick folds. She’s wet already, soaked and trembling, her hips lifting to meet my touch. I stroke her slowly, circling her clit with my thumb, pushing two fingers inside her in a slow, deep thrust.
Her back arches off the bed, mouth falling open. “Oh—God—”
I smile against her skin, biting her nipple again, harder this time. “You like that, don’t you? You like being watched. Owned.”
She shakes her head, denial trembling on her lips, but her body gives her away. She’s grinding against my hand, chasing the pleasure, eyes wild with need.
I fuck her with my fingers, working her open, stretching her slowly. She’s tight, hot, gripping me as if she’s never done this before—or never done it like this. I curl my fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes her sob, her thighs clamping around my wrist.
“Markian—please—” she gasps, desperate now.
I release her wrists, letting her tangle her hands in my hair as I slide down the bed, kissing and biting my way over her belly, her hips, until I’m between her thighs. I lift her legs over my shoulders, spreading her open, baring her to my mouth. I watch her face as I lick her, slow and deep, tongue flattening over her clit, teasing, tasting, making her beg.
She’s panting, eyes squeezed shut, fists clenching in the sheets. I fuck her with my mouth, relentless, devouring her until she’s trembling, sobbing, so close she can barely breathe.
“Come for me,” I command, voice dark and possessive. “Now.”
She shatters under my tongue, crying out my name, her whole body shaking with release. I don’t stop, licking her through it, wringing every last tremor from her until she collapses, boneless, spent.
I move up, covering her with my body, pinning her wrists again, my cock hard and aching against her thigh. I guide myself to her entrance, teasing her with the head, making her squirm. Her eyes meet mine, glassy with need.
“Do you want me?” I ask, low and raw.
“Yes,” she breathes, voice shaking. “Please.”
That’s all I need. I push into her, slow at first, savoring the feel of her tight, wet heat stretching around me. She gasps, nails digging into my arms. I bury myself to the hilt, pausing to let her adjust, grinning when she whimpers in arousal.
Her gasp is sharp, almost shocked, as I fill her completely. She’s so tight around me, soft and wet and impossibly hot.
Her fingers dig crescents into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist, anchoring me to her body.
I lean in, catching her lips in a slow, bruising kiss. “You feel that?” I murmur against her mouth, hips barely rocking, teasing her with the fullness, the heavy press of my cock stretching her open.
“That’s mine now. You’re mine.”
Her answer is a shudder, a whimper, her hips rolling helplessly beneath me. Her body tells the truth her words never could. I start to move—slow at first, sliding out until just the tip remains, then thrusting back in, long and deep, watching her face contort with pleasure.
She moans, arms coming up around my neck, nails tracing the nape as she arches up to meet every thrust. Each time I push inside, I hit that sweet spot, and her eyes flutter, her lips falling open with a broken cry.
I press her wrists into the mattress above her head, pinning her, taking control. My mouth traces the line of her jaw, her throat, biting down softly at her pulse. I want her to feel this everywhere, to remember who did this to her. who claimed her.
My rhythm builds, thrusts growing harder, rougher, until the sound of our bodies colliding fills the room. The headboardknocks against the wall, but I don’t care if the whole house hears. Let them know she’s mine.
She’s breathless, squirming beneath me, every nerve lit up. I watch her as I fuck her, needing to see every flicker of pleasure and surrender on her face.
“Look at me,” I growl, forcing her chin up. “I want to see you fall apart.”
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and shining, and I see the moment she gives in. Her fear is drowned out by raw, helpless want. She clenches around me, hips grinding up, her cries rising as I pound into her, relentless, unyielding.
