Page 46 of Prey of the Bratva

Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she was having fun with it.

Her fingers tightened against me, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, slower now but no less consuming. There was something deliberate in it, something that wasn’t about control or power. I broke the kiss only long enough to catch my breath, my forehead resting briefly against hers. For a second, neither of us moved. Then she tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing mine again, softer this time, but no less certain.

That was all it took.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked, picking her up in my arms effortlessly.

“I haven’t wanted anything more in my life than this,” she answered, sounding sure of her decision.

Without wasting a single second, I walked towards my bedroom and carefully placed her atop the sheets while she still clung to me, refusing to let go. She pulled me towards her, and I fell on top of her, carefully balancing my weight on my elbows.

“A little too desperate, are we?” I teased, my thumbs tracing circles over the exposed skin of her neck.

“I have been wanting this since the first day I came here, Kliment,” she replied, shrugging her jacket off. “You were rescuing me and keeping me alive, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel your touch and taste your mouth and know what it would be like when you are inside me.”

My cock strained against my pants at her words, making it impossible to hold on much longer.

“You could have taken advantage of me earlier,” I smiled. “I probably would have been more than fine with it.”

“Please shut up and fuck me already.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I traced the edges of her collarbones with my mouth while my hand slipped inside her shirt, unhooking her bra and taking it off, even without taking the black top off. She wrapped her legs around me, her pussy forming the perfect curve over my already throbbing cock.

“I know you want to rush it, Misha,” I whispered. “But I want to take my time with you.”

I traced the smoothness of her skin until my tongue lapped onto her hardened nipple from over her shirt, making her moan in pleasure. She clung to me in a way that made me feel as if she never wanted to let go. I waited for her to arch her back and quickly took off her shirt, just as she pried mine off my body as well.

“You are so freakishly hot,” she whispered, but I could not register a single word.

She was beautiful in all the ways I had imagined. I took one of her nipples in my mouth as I sucked on it while I flicked the other with my thumb, making her moan my name in ways Ihad been imagining for days now. I rubbed her pussy from over her jeans within seconds, both of us were naked, her wet cunt not raw against my cock.

“Please, please, Kliment, I need you,” she whispered as I inserted one finger inside her warmth. She was already soaking wet and began to moan, arching her back in ways that told me she was close.

“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth, love?” I asked, and she nodded, clearly incapable of speaking out loud.

I crawled over her body until my face was level with her wet pussy and traced my tongue over her folds. She shivered from head to toe, and I quickly traced her clitoris with my thumb while my tongue continued to taste her sweetness. Within minutes, she was coming all over my face. I allowed her to maintain the momentum and got in position, shoving my cock deep into her warmth, and she took me with all the hunger she claimed to possess.

The two of us moved in unison with one another, our bodies collapsing and colliding until she was coming all over again, her cunt tightening around my dick. I collapsed on top of her, filling her up with my cum, both of us panting each other’s name.

It felt as if I had just made Misha Chernykh mine. But more importantly, it felt as if she had made me hers as well.

***

Later, the room was quiet again, but it wasn’t the same silence as before. This one was softer. Heavier in a different way. She lay against me, her head resting lightly against my chest,her breathing gradually evening out as the tension left her body. My arm was around her, holding her without thought now, no hesitation left in the movement.

I stared at the ceiling, wide awake. Again. But this time, my mind wasn’t running through strategies or contingencies. It was simply still for the first time in a long time. Her fingers shifted slightly against my side, a small, unconscious movement that grounded me more than it should have.

“You’re thinking too much,” she murmured, her voice quiet, edged with sleep.

I let out a faint breath. “I always do.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“It is.”

“Stop,” she muttered softly.

I almost laughed at that. Almost. Instead, I looked down at her. Her eyes were still closed, her expression calmer than I had ever seen it. It was not unguarded but appeared to be settled. As if she were satisfied. For now.