Page 81 of Bratva Queen

“I know it’s not the same as it was back then, baby, but I love it just the same. You know what? I love it even more now because it’s finally entirely, undeniably,non-secretivelymine. Correct?”

I grinned, feeling myself blush. “All yours, Aleksei. And no one can say otherwise.”

“Finally,” he said with a roll of his eyes, breaking into deep chuckles because of the years we’d spent fighting our attraction, then having an affair because I was married, and then being together in secret because I was supposedly dead. This time, there was nothing between us, whatsoever.

To get my jeans over my ankles he struggled and tugged hard—reminding me of the very first time he undressed me—although modern “skinny” jeans were tighter than ever. We laughed together and I sat up to throw my shirt across the room before undoing his pants and tugging at them too.

When I pulled his cock out, it was already hard as steel. With my fingers sliding over the silky veined skin, I grinned up at him and he shrugged. “I’ve been in prison for fifteen years, baby. I want to take my time but…fuck, I missed you.”

My gaze became salacious as the urgency he spoke of took over my body. “We have the rest of our lives to take our time. I might not have been in prison, but, God, Aleksei, I lay in this bed every night imagining you here with me. I missed you more than words can say.”

With that, he growled as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. I clawed at his body, pulling him onto the bed and over me. Desperately, I unhooked my bra while he tugged my panties down my legs. It was an awkward shuffle but we laughed, neither losing any sense of our raw need. As soon as I was fully naked, he looked me over and groaned.

“Oh, baby…” He pushed my legs open and moved between them, leaning over me with his mouth almost against mine. “I’m going to taste every inch of you soon, but right now,” he kissed me hard, “right now I really need to be inside you. I need to be one with you again baby.”

In that moment of intimacy, I guided his hand downward, a silent invitation for him to explore the depths of my desire. His fingers brushed against the softness between my thighs, and a wave of pleasure washed over me. The intensity of the moment was palpable as he slipped his fingers between my eager folds.

A deep groan escaped his lips, a testament to his longing for this intimate connection. His voice filled with a mix of desire and nostalgia, he confessed to the sleepless nights he had spent yearning for the touch of my intimate core. A playful chuckle escaped his lips, intertwining with the raw passion that enveloped us.

“You never stopped owning me, Aleksei,” I whispered, “I’ve always been yours. But tonight, I need you to claim me again.”

His eyes grew dark and his breathing heavy. “Whatever my queen needs, I will happily do.”

In the heat of the moment, he gently removed his fingers from me, allowing me to feel the rush of cool air against my warm, sensitive skin. As he held me open, I reached between us, my fingers trembling with anticipation. I could feel his thick, pulsating dick pressed against my entrance, the head poised to enter.

Desire and need consumed me, and I couldn’t help but beg for him. “Please, baby,” I pleaded, my voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. “Don’t hold back.”

With those words, the tension between us reached its peak. Our bodies moved in perfect synchronization, as he slowly pushed himself inside, inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and intensity. I gasped, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort combining as he filled me completely.

We both understood the depth of our connection, the longing and desire that fueled our intimate moments. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the raw, primal connection we shared. Every moment, every touch, was an affirmation of our passion.

As we moved together, our bodies molded into one, the rhythm building and intensifying. Our breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as we lost ourselves in the depths of pleasure. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sensations that consumed us.

Time seemed to stand still as we surrendered ourselves to the overwhelming ecstasy. Every thrust, every moan, brought us closer to the edge of release. And when that moment finally came, it was like an explosion of pure bliss.

In the aftermath, we lay intertwined, our bodies still humming with the echoes of pleasure. The intensity of our connection lingered, a reminder of the passionate encounter we had shared. In that moment, we knew that our hopes and desires had been fulfilled, and our bond had grown even stronger.

After a few minutes of me lightly brushing my fingers over his hair, he moved slowly and carefully until I was in his arms and we were under the covers, still naked. I snuggled into him and we both fell asleep quickly.

When I awoke, it was morning and I was still in his arms. I’d turned around, but he held me tightly against him, spooning me. I smiled to myself. I had everything I’d ever wanted.

Having my sons back in my life was a blessing beyond measure. After years of separation, we were finally reunited, and it filled my heart with joy. The bond we shared was unbreakable, and I cherished every moment we will spend together. Seeing them grow from afar into fine young men and witnessing the love and support they gave to one another warmed my soul.

But it wasn’t just my sons who filled my life with happiness. With them came extended family and grandchildren, creating a vibrant and loving atmosphere in our home. The joy and laughter that echoed through the halls were a testament to the strong connections we had finally built.

And then there was Aleksei. My man. The one who had captured my heart completely. From the moment we met, there was an undeniable chemistry between us. He was not just a partner to me, but my one and only love.

In the depths of our hearts, we forged a love story that transcended boundaries and defied expectations. It was a tale that brimmed with intense passion, lurking danger, and profound sorrow. Yet, amidst the tumultuous journey, our unwavering commitment to one another kept us anchored, creating a bond that was unbreakable.

I stretched my legs out, turned around in his arms, and kissed his mouth. His responding smile told me he was already awake. “Good morning,krasavitsa.” Gorgeous. I hadn’t heard that in so long.

“You say that with your eyes still closed,” I teased, knowing that first thing in the morning, “gorgeous” was not how I would describe my state.

He sighed, pulling me tighter against him. “I don’t want to open them and find out it was all a dream.”

I kissed his lips again, then his neck and his hulking shoulder. “No dreams here, baby… Just me and my morning breath.”

He laughed and easily pulled my body onto his as he turned onto his back. Finally, his eyes opened and he looked at me, brushing my hair behind my ear. “My perfect, beautiful Isabel. By the end of the day, I will have inhaled every scent your body has to offer.” I started to giggle with embarrassment, pushing away, but he held me. “Starting with your morning breath.”

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