Page 129 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

He thrusts into me and I’m so wet that he glides inside easily. He presses himself in me balls deep and holds for a second, letting me savoring the feel of him being inside me again after so long.

I squeeze tight around him, heels hooked behind his lower back, as he starts pumping into me. I want to go slow, build momentum gradually, but my mind is a blank that’s taken a back seat at this point.

My body is in control.

And my body wants him to devour me whole.

He leaves a wreath of kisses along my neck and down along my breasts, and all the while, he hammers into me, until all I can hear is the slapping sound of flesh on flesh while water laps at our feet.

I can feel my orgasm approaching rapidly as I start to clench even harder around him. My breathing gets heavier and my moaning gets wilder.

My nails dig into his back, but if Artem cares, he doesn’t say a word. Just drives harder, drives deeper, increases the tempo of his thrusts until he’s ramming into me like a man possessed.

LikeI’vepossessed him.

And then, three thrusts later, I explode on Artem’s cock with his mouth on my nipple. My body is wracked by wave after wave of the most intense sensation I’ve ever felt. Like electricity is surging through me, raw and uninhibited.

Artem doesn’t wait a second longer for his own release.

He erupts deep into me. I want it. Want this. Want him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Surge after surge, each one ebbing out after the last. I take them all, still twitching from head to toe like a live wire.

When there’s nothing left in him, he collapses against me, sweating and breathing heavily. My fingers trace light patterns along his spine.

After our breathing returns to normal again, he rolls off me onto the warm sand that blankets the ground beneath us.

I turn my head to the side and find him looking at me, his expression a mixture of too many emotions to untangle.

What the fuck was that?I wonder.

It felt like more than sex.

I wish I knew what to make of that.

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Artem

She sits up a little and supports her body with one elbow against the sand. Then her hand lands on my chest and she finds my eyes again.

“Do you want to get breakfast with me?” she asks.

I nod, not trusting my words right now.

We get up and dust ourselves off. Sand clings to every crevice on my body but I don’t care.

That was so fucking worth it.

I pull just my shorts back on, leaving my shirt off for convenience and when I turn, Esme’s bending over to retrieve her dress.

The sight of her ass in the air in front of me is enough to get me hard all over again, but I curb the impulse so that I can admire her for a moment.

She stands back up with her dress in hand and turns. When she realizes that I’m watching her, a blush rips across her face and she drops her eyes.

“Can you stop staring please?”

I smile. “Not a fucking chance.”

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