Page 46 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

Her eyes flew open, glazed and furious. I smirked, unbuckled my belt, and shoved my pants down. My cock sprang free, and her gaze dropped, eyes widening slightly. I wrapped my hand around myself, stroked slowly, just to watch her reaction.

"Want it?"

She nodded again, reaching for me. I caught her wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand.

"Then you're gonna have to be very, very quiet."

I lined myself up, rubbed the head of my cock through her wetness. She was panting now, lips parted, eyes locked on mine. I pushed in—just the tip—and nearly lost it right there. She was so tight, so fucking tight I could barely breathe.

"Jesus Christ," I gritted out.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper. I sank in slowly, every inch a test of my control. Her walls clenched around me, and I had to stop, forehead pressed against hers, just to keep from coming like a teenager.

"Relax," I muttered.

"I'm trying," she whispered back, breathless.

I kissed her, deep, slow, distracting, and felt her body ease just enough. I pulled back, then thrust in fully, and she cried out against my mouth. I swallowed the sound, started moving. Long, deep strokes that had her nails raking down my back.

The bed creaked beneath us, loud, rhythmic, unmistakable. She froze.

"Varlam, the bed..."

"Don't care," I growled, driving into her harder.

"But Rory—"

"Then stop moaning."

She bit her lip so hard I thought she'd draw blood. But her body betrayed her—hips rolling to meet my thrusts, pussy clenching every time I hit that spot deep inside. I angled my hips, changed the rhythm, and her back arched off the mattress.

"Fuck, right there!" She caught herself, slapped a hand over her mouth again.

I grinned, leaned down to her ear. "Right there? You like it when I fuck you deep like this?"

She nodded frantically, eyes squeezed shut.

"When I stretch this tight little pussy until you can't think straight?"

Another nod. Her breathing was coming in short, desperate gasps now.

I thrust harder, deeper, felt her whole body tense. "You're close, aren't you?"

She nodded again, and I could feel it—the way her walls fluttered around me, the way her thighs tightened around my waist. I reached between us, found her clit, rubbed tight circles.

She came apart. Silently, beautifully, completely. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, body convulsing beneath mine. The way she clenched around me nearly dragged me over the edge, but I gritted my teeth, held on.

Not yet.

I pulled out—she whimpered at the loss—and flipped her onto her stomach. I wanted to see that gorgeous ass, wanted to grab those soft hips and fuck her until she forgot her own name.

"Varlam..."

I didn't let her finish. I pulled her hips up, pushed back inside in one smooth thrust. From this angle, I went even deeper, and she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cry.

I gripped her hips—so fucking soft, my fingers sank right in—and set a brutal pace. The bed protested loudly, headboard thumping against the wall. She reached back, tried to push against my thigh.

"Slower," she gasped. "Please, too much!"