Page 57 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

“Yes…take me,” I moaned, feeling his length in my depth.

With each stroke, he traveled deeper and deeper, his slow rhythm awakening my passion. His lips left my chest and sealed my mouth with a kiss so fervent that it left me dripping wet. Heads moved in perfect harmony, and tongues twirled in our mouths as he sensually drove into me. His hand cupped my breasts, squeezing and fondling, my peaks stiffening under his grazes.

The longer we kissed, the more the fire ignited within me, threatening to consume us both. His chest pressed against my bosom, his hands leaving my breasts to caress my thigh as my leg hung over his head. He pushed deeper, quickening his pace, my desire coiling in my chest.

A seagull squealed in the distance, the breeze lifting the loose stands that framed my face. My eyes were shut, my tongue and head moving as directed by Daniel. His deep thrusts prompted pleasured gasps out of me, my body writhing beneath him. His kiss deepened, sealing my cries, and his hands traced the delicate curve of my body. Overwhelmed with sheer bliss, I moaned in his mouth, his touch sending tremors down to my core.

Lost in it—ecstasy—I raked my fingers down his back, feeling the surge of electricity flowing through my veins. I managed to peel my lips off his, a suppressed moan crying out as my hands wrapped tightly around him. The more he plunged into me, the more I wanted him, the more my craving amplified. I arched my back, my head jerking upward as he buried his face in the slender curve of my neck. His thrusts were relentless—slow but relentless.

The windshield was strong enough to carry our weight, my back slamming against it with each powerful stroke. My legs hung in the air, my palms traversing his back, unable to get enough of him. The hunger in me was almost insatiable, my heart racing in my chest, yearning for more.

“Go deeper,” I whispered in his ear, my arms tightening around him.

His next thrust drove further, stretching me out more profoundly. I felt our connection building stronger by the minute, his very essence flowing through my blood.

“Deeper, Daddy,” I moaned, a jolt of excitement sprinting through me.

His waist pressed down, grinding with a ferocious intensity, his shaft delving more intensely into my depth. I felt his soul merging with mine, his manhood sinking deeper and deeper, just like I wanted.

He pulled his head back, eyes locked on mine. “Your body was made for me,” he whispered, his breath warm on my face. “It’s no wonder you drive me crazy.”

I giggled, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I’m yours, Daniel. Always and forever,” I promised, a fleeting seriousness flashing across my face.

My waist bucked, seeking deeper contact as he reached down and sealed the promise with a heart-melting kiss. His fingers caressed my hair, pushing the stray strands behind my ear.

His pace quickened, hips slamming vigorously into me. I tried to cry out, but my lips were locked to his, my moans muffled. His thrust deepened, his movements growing faster by the second. My back squealed against the windshield as his strokes sent tremors down my core. My body jerked up and down in response to his rapid thrusts, each stroke more intense than the last.

He let out a guttural groan, his pace quickening, his breath hitching the further he plunged into me. “Fuck, yes!” His primal growl stirred the depths of my desire. “I’m cumming,” he announced, his face contorted in pleasure, his legs trembling beneath him.

“Yes, please,” I gasped, breaking from his breathtaking kiss. “Cum in me. I want it,” I pleaded with my eyes, my tone dripping with nothing but hunger and desperation.

“You want it?” he asked, his voice shaking with desire, his hips pounding against mine.

“Yes, please, give it to me,” I replied, moaning, my arms around him. “I want it—I want all of you, please.”

He growled deeply, his body stiffening as he pushed deeper into my cunt with a single thrust.

“Yessss!” I let out a long, satisfactory sigh, feeling his essence shoot inside me, filling me up.

He dug deeper, trembling as he released himself, my throbbing pussy accepting every drop of his load. His sweetness coursed through my body like electricity, making me shudder with quivering legs and curled toes.

Spent, his body collapsed on mine, chest on my breasts. With uneven breaths, he mirrored my face, his forehead resting on mine as his fingers combed through my red hair. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, laying on top of me with cock still inside me.

My cheeks flushed at his remark, my smile broadening while I struggled to catch my breath.

“You’re mine, Scarlett.” He kissed my lips. “My home.” He kissed my neck and then my forehead. “My soulmate.”

“As are you,” I said softly, my eyes never leaving his face. “I love you, Daniel Tarasov.”

He paused for a moment, his lips curling into a self-satisfied grin. “And I love you.”

Daniel rolled over and lay on his back, pulling me closer to himself. I placed my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, my hand running over his broad torso.

This was amazing—so incredible—and my brain was still reeling from all that excitement flowing through my blood. I loved how he touched me, how he was so good at making me feel good. Never had I felt so connected to anyone, and with him, I felt complete, safe, and warm.

Right there in his arms, I felt like the only woman in the world, lucky, loved, and adored. I belonged to this brutal man, this cruel individual with ice in his veins. But as evil as he was, I loved being his wife—being his to possess, to take at will, and nothing would ever tear us apart.

I’d choose him again and again if I ever had to, and I’d rather belong to him than anyone else.

I, Scarlett Tarasov, found love and happiness in the most unlikely situations. And as I lay there, curled up in his arms, I knew that our love would forever be the anchor to hold me in place. No matter the storm.

Sometimes, the most beautiful things in life were the ones we never saw coming. And for me, that beautiful thing was him.

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