Page 88 of Forced & Owned By the Bratva Boss

She groans against me, so softly, and melts into my arms.

The emotion thickens, pulling us deeper, and the kiss shifts into an aching intimacy. I lift her effortlessly, carrying her away from the door and into the dark warmth of our bedroom.

She wraps her legs around my waist with a silent understanding, and my hands find the zipper on her jeans. She cups my face, moaning into my mouth as I devour hers ravenously.

We’re burning with desperation to explore the depths of our desire, and I’m eager to get our damn clothes out of the way.

As I peel off every layer of fabric covering her, my touch is entirely devoted, tracking every curve of her body with complete reverence.

I lay her down gently on the bed, allowing my eyes to graze her perky tits and perfect body. She breathes heavily beneath me, and my heart does a flip when I see her eyes shining with admiration. For me.

I swoop in, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, before letting my mouth slide to the curve of her shoulder.

“I need you, Igor,” she breathes against my skin. “I can’t wait. The suspense is killing me.”

I don’t bother hiding my smirk. I kiss the side of her mouth and ask her, “You need me to do what?”

She chuckles, blushing like the most beautiful ray of sunshine. “You know what.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t.”

Audrey rolls her eyes, tightens her legs around my bare waist, and pulls me close with a force I didn’t expect. “I need you to fuck me, dear husband, before I go crazy with desire.”

With my cock straining against my cotton briefs, I don’t have it in me to stall a minute longer.

She spreads her palms against my chest and drags her nails down my stomach, not stopping until she sneaks her hands past the elastic waistband and grasps my cock.

A low growl rumbles at the back of my throat and she gasps when I slide into her.

“Igor...”

She shudders, her nails digging into my back.

When we come together, it’s a fierce, breathless consuming of each other, emerging not from a struggle for dominance, but from an absolute surrender to what we both feel.

“Yes, my love,” I breathe against her skin, and suck hard on the spot just beside her taut nipples, knowing it will drive her crazy. She expresses her annoyance by nibbling on my ear and dragging a brutal line down my back.

“Deeper,” she whimpers.

I pull my hips back so slowly I feel every inch of her skin against mine, and then I thrust hard into her once again, moving us up the silk bedsheet. “Is that deep enough?”

I drive into her hard again, a thrill rushing through my veins as I catch her gasp with my mouth and kiss her once again.

She whines. “Deeper...”

I start to move in and out, driving deeper and deeper into her, and she runs her fingers through my hair, teasing and tugging.

A wave of bliss consumes me, and an intense haze clouds my vision as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. Our connection is primal, yet affectionate in ways I can’t wrap my head around.

It’s not going to take long. I know I’ll burst at any second.

She welcomes every stroke as my entire length dives into her. I kiss her cheek and she wraps her legs even tighter around me, keeping us both grounded.

Gradually, my speed increases, my thrusts growing deeper and more erratic, and I can feel myself slipping, falling into the blinding clouds of passion that imprison us.

My finger travels between her quivering thighs, and I pinch her clit while driving even harder into her.

“I’m...coming,” she chokes out, shuddering with shimmering tears in her eyes.