Page 42 of Bratva Prisoner
The endearment makes my stomach flutter even as heat collects between my thighs. “More. I want more.”
He pulls back to look at me, and the hunger in his eyes makes my core clench with need. “More what? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
The demand in his voice makes me blush, but I force myself to meet his eyes. “I want you to touch me. Everywhere.”
“Everywhere?” His hands slide down to rest just above the waistband of my pants, where his fingers tease. “Here? Or here?” One finger dips just beneath the fabric, and I buck against his touch.
“Yes,” I breathe, not caring how desperate I sound. “Maksim, please.”
He hooks his fingers in both my pants and underwear before he draws them down my legs at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Lie down,” he commands, and I comply without question.
The sheets are cool against my heated skin as he settles between my legs. His broad shoulders keep me spread open for him, and the first touch of his tongue against my center makes me whimper as my back bows off the bed.
“God, you taste incredible,” he groans against me, and the vibration sends shockwaves through my body.
He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he’s savoring every drop. His tongue circles my clit before flicking against it, and my hips jerk involuntarily. He chuckles against me, and the sound vibrates through my core.
“Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” he teases, then does it again.
His words make me burn with embarrassment and desire. He’s right—no one has ever touched me like this, with such focused attention and skill. Every flick of his tongue is intended to drive me higher.
He takes his time, exploring every inch of me with his mouth and tongue until I’m writhing beneath him. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me while his mouth continues devouring my pussy.
The orgasm builds slowly, like a wave gathering strength before it crashes. When it finally hits, I come apart, crying out his name as pleasure washes over me in devastating waves.
“Beautiful,” he breathes before pressing soft kisses to my trembling thighs. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Before I can recover, he’s kissing his way back up my body, taking his time to worship every inch of skin he encounters. When he reaches my mouth, I can taste myself on his lips, and it only serves to send another bolt of desire through me.
“I need you,” I whisper against his mouth.
“You have me.” He reaches between us to free himself from his pants, and when I feel him, hard and ready against my thigh, a fresh wave of want crashes over me. “All of me.”
He enters me slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is exquisite, like I was made for this exact moment. The fullness makes me gasp, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with before, and I can feel every inch of him stretching me.
When he’s fully seated inside me, he stills, letting me feel every inch of him. His forehead touches mine, and I watch himstruggle for control as his jaw ticks with the effort of holding back.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“More than okay.”
He begins to move then, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. Each stroke makes heat spiral through my body. The way he pulls almost all the way out before pushing back in makes me moan.
This isn’t the rough taking I’ve experienced before; this is something else. This is worship, devotion, a claiming that goes deeper than the physical. Every movement feels like he’s claiming me, marking me as his.
His pace picks up, and I can feel the tension building in his body as he drives deeper. My nails rake down his back, leaving marks I know will remind him of this moment tomorrow. I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer, and with each thrust, I know I’m close to falling apart again.
“You feel so good,” he groans against my neck. “So perfect around me.”
His words send me spiraling toward another climax, and when it hits, it’s even more devastating than the first. I clench around him as I come, and it triggers his own release. He buries his face in my neck as he spills inside me with the sexiest grunt I’ve ever heard.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, panting and trembling from the aftermath. He pulls me against his chest, and I let him because I’m too sated and content to worry about the implications.
“That was…” I start, then trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“Perfect,” he supplies before he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
