Page 105 of Shattered Cradle (Makarova Bratva Duet)

I take a step forward, pressing my chest against hers, and whisper, “I do.”

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OLIVIA

As Aleks’s lips crush against mine, it feels like this is exactly what I came for.

All the brokenness inside me is a little less painful when he’s touching me. All I’m capable of feeling when we’re together is him, and that’s precisely the distraction I’m craving.

Both of my parents are gone. I’m losing my brother and sister a little more every day. All I have left is the little stranger growing inside me.

The only thing I know is that Aleks is here with me right now. Nothing else between us is simple. Nothing but this.

So when he kisses me, I let him.

My fingers fumble on the buttons of his shirt. After a minute of struggling with them, Aleks takes control. He rips his shirt open, sending buttons flying.

I run my hands over him hungrily, feeling soothed already. He draws me closer as his lips carve their way down my neck. I moan when he thrusts his erection between my legs.

We fall back onto the bed together and Aleks starts tearing away my clothes. In a matter of seconds, he has me naked beneath him.

He stops suddenly and looks down at me, his eyes roving over my body. It’s a testament to how far gone I am that I don’t even mind the scrutiny for once.

Besides, he isn’t looking at me with a critical eye.

He’s looking at me like he’d swallow me whole if he could.

“There’s no part of you I wouldn’t devour,kiska,” he rumbles. “Every inch of you is exquisite perfection.”

His fingers run over my breasts, teasing my nipples a little before he follows the line between my breasts down to my stomach.

I shudder as his fingers twirl over my belly. There’s a slight protrusion now, but still nothing too obvious. He frowns, his own thoughts dragging his face down. I reach up with my hand and run my fingers along the side of his cheek.

When his eyes meet mine again, they’re warm. Molten, with heat and love and lust all burning together. He leans down and kisses me again, but this one is a far cry from the first.

That was a claiming, a sharp break from my grief.

This one? It’s so gentle and tender that it makes me want to burst out in tears.

I swallow the sadness and surrender myself to the taste of him. I groan only when I feel his cock at my naked pussy. He runs his head along my slit once, twice, again and again, until I’m twitching like a live wire with the need to feel all of him.

Then he pushes into me slowly, making sure I feel every inch. It makes the experience all the more intense.

He takes his time, filling me completely and then pulling out only to do it all over again. I count his breaths and keep my hand on the side of his face. I don’t think I could blink if I tried to. A team of wild horses couldn’t rip my eyes from his.

Who would have thought slow fucking could be just as intense and passionate as the brutal way he’s always taken me until now?

He moves in and out of me with measured control. Then his face falls into the crook of my neck. I feel his hot breath against my collarbone.

He starts ramping up the intensity. The tempo is still slow, but he thrusts into me harder and harder each time. I cry out with pleasure.

He does that until my toes are curling, and I’m moments away from grabbing hold of him and riding him to orgasm.

I’m not really a dominant person, in bed or otherwise. Aleks is so obviously the one in charge all the time.

But right now, it feels like taking control is exactly what I need to do.

So I push at his chest, forcing him back from me. Our eyes connect for a moment, and I give him another shove. He seems to understand, because he rolls right off me.

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