Page 47 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

"Slower won't satisfy you.

I leaned over her back, one hand wrapping around to toy with her clit while I kept pounding into her. Her breathing hitched, turned ragged.

"That's it," I murmured against her shoulder. "Take it. Take all of it."

She was trying so hard to stay quiet, and that restraint was driving me insane. I wanted to break her, wanted to hear her scream my name and not give a damn who heard.

"You feel so fucking good," I growled in her ear. "So tight. So wet. You were made for my cock, weren't you?"

She nodded, whimpered, bit down on the pillow.

"Say it."

She shook her head.

I stopped moving. "Say it, or I stop."

"Yes," she whispered desperately. "Yes, please, don't stop—"

I pulled out completely.

"Varlam!"

"Come here." I lay back on the bed, pulled her toward me. "Sit on my face."

Her eyes went wide. "What?"

"You heard me." I'd been wanting to do this since the first time I tasted her. "Now."

She hesitated, cheeks flushed, then slowly moved up my body. I gripped her thighs, positioning her right over my mouth.

"I've never—"

"You have now." I pulled her down.

The first swipe of my tongue had her gasping. I gripped her ass—full, round, perfect handfuls—and held her in place while I devoured her. She tasted like sex and me and something sweet I couldn't name. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head.

"Oh God!" Her voice broke.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, and this time she couldn't hold back. A moan, loud and unrestrained, ripped from her throat. I smiled against her, doubled my efforts. I wanted more of those sounds. Wanted her to forget where she was, forget everything except what I was doing to her.

She rocked against my face, hands braced against the headboard. I squeezed her ass harder, fingers sinking into that soft flesh, and felt a surge of pure satisfaction. This woman, this gorgeous, curvy, perfect woman, was mine.

"Varlam, I'm gonna—"

I thrust my tongue inside her, and she shattered. Came so hard her whole body shook, crying out without restraint now. I licked her through it, drinking down everything she gave me, until she collapsed forward, panting.

But I wasn't done.

I lifted her off, positioned her on her hands and knees again, and slammed back inside. She screamed—actually screamed—and I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. I was too far gone, chasing my own release now with single-minded focus.

"Fuck, Brin, so good—"

"Brin." That nickname slipped out without warning.

Briony paused, then slowly smiled. She held me tighter, clenched around me harder too. Her unguarded response burned through my control.

"Brin," I called out, lost in the moment, again and again.