Page 127 of His Forced Bride
Her breath breaks against my mouth.
A gasp melts into a low moan.
Her legs tighten around my waist and pull me deeper.
I hold her there, pinned beneath me, chest to chest.
“No one else,” I tell her, my voice rough in her ear.
“Only me.”
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails biting into my skin.
“Only you.”
I draw back and sink into her again.
The rhythm builds.
Each thrust drives deeper and drags another cry from her lips.
She moves with me, hips lifting to meet mine.
Her blouse slips off her shoulders.
Her breasts press flush to my chest.
Her heart pounds against me.
I catch her face in my palm, forcing her eyes to stay on mine.
“Don’t look away.”
She doesn’t.
Her gaze holds as pleasure takes her under.
Her body clenches tight around me.
A shudder runs through her and I know she’s close.
“Yuri—” Her voice fractures on my name.
I thrust deep, holding her there and grind against the spot that makes her shake.
She cries out, her back arching as her body convulses.
Her orgasm rips through her, and I keep her pinned and take every spasm and every cry until she collapses beneath me.
Her body slackens beneath me.
I hold her pinned, buried to the base, until the tight grip of her walls drags me over.
Release rips through in heavy, white-hot bursts, leaving me emptied inside her.
I stay there, chest pressed to hers, our breaths colliding in harsh rhythm.
“You’ll never be alone again,” I tell her.
