Page 45 of The Bratva’s Captive Flame

I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, my breath coming fast. "Thank you,” I rush out, unable to get him close enough to me.

His grip tightens on my hips. "You understand what I mean?" His eyes search mine briefly but I understand perfectly. There isn't a world where I would have any confusion at this point.

"I understand." The words slip out between kisses and he growls softly and deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine.

Heat floods through me, and I shift on his lap, needing more contact. My hands move to his shirt, tugging at the buttons while his fingers find the hem of my top. We break apart only long enough for him to yank it over my head and toss it, then my hands are right back on his shirt.

Buttons scatter across the desk as I tear it open, exposing the hard planes of his chest. He stands, lifting me with him, and my legs wrap around his waist. His mouth never leaves mine as he sets me on the edge of the desk, working at my pants while I push his shirt off his shoulders. Our movements turn frantic, clothes coming away in hurried pulls and tugs until nothing remains between our skin but the last barriers of fabric we're both fighting to remove.

His fingers hook into my underwear and yank them down my legs as I kick them free. Naked now, I reach for him, pulling his body between my thighs. His dick is hard and thick, pressing against my slick folds as he grips my hips.

Demin’s hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs firm circles there while the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. “This pussy belongs to me,” he snarls possessively. “Every inch of you takes my cock when I want it.”

I gasp as he pushes inside, stretching me open in one thrust. His fingers never stop on my clit, rubbing faster as his hips drive into me. The way he speaks to me now is exactly what I need. His possessiveness has become safety to me, and that safety allows me to let go and be free with him.

“God you every fucking inch like the good girl you are.” His possessive, filthy words push me higher as he keeps thrusting, and my thighs start to tremble around his waist. All I can do is brace myself and hold on for the ride.

He keeps the pace steady at first, sliding in and out with control, letting me feel the full length of his dick each time. His cock drags against my inner walls, hitting spots that make my breath hitch as his thumb presses harder on my clit, circling without pause. The friction building heat spreads through my belly and down my legs.

“You feel how tight you are around me?” he growls, leaning in to bite at my lower lip before kissing me deeply. “This body was made for my cock. No one else gets to know how wet you get.”

I moan into his mouth, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. The desk edge digs into the back of my thighs but all I feel is him inside me, his fingers working my clit, his body dominating the space between my spread legs. Then he speeds up, fucking me with deeper strokes, each one forcing a small sound from my throat.

"Shit… oh… fuck." I'm a mess, unraveling around him so easily because he has hit every nerve and pressed every button.

The pressure inside me grows unbearable. My muscles tense around him as his fingers move faster on my clit. He angles his hips just right, grinding against me on every inward thrust and I hold onto him tighter, my body trembling as the first waves start to hit.

The orgasm crashes over me without warning, walls clamping down around his dick, pulsing hard as waves of pleasure rip through my core. Intense contractions squeeze him rhythmically, each one sending fresh sparks up my spine. My vision goes white at the edges while my body jerks and his hips buck uncontrollably as the climax drags on.

"Oh, yes, now…" My moaning matches the pulses that come one after another, milking his girth as my thighs clamp around his waist. Pleasure floods every nerve, leaving me gasping and shuddering, the release so complete that I see stars.

"So beautiful when you fall apart, Milaya… I want to see this every day."

Demin doesn’t stop either. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing out every last flutter until my clit throbs under his gentle touch and my legs go weak. And his voice stays in my ear the whole time. “That’s it. Come all over me. Show me how much you need this.”

Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and flips me over the desk. My breasts press against the cool wood, my ass raised for him. He kicks my legs wider and slides back into me from behind in a deep stroke while his hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back firmly.

“God, you're incredible,” he growls, spanking my ass with his other hand. The sharp smack echoes as he starts fucking me harder. “I could do this all night."

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I manage, but it's more of a croak than words. Another spank lands, then another, the sting blooming into heat that mixes with the pleasure of his cock driving into me and every time he does it, I clench on him, gripping him harder.

"Shit… Yes," I moan, panting and clawing at the edge of the desk. It's incredible the way he lasts so long.

He pulls my hair tighter, angling my body so he hits deeper. His hips slap against my ass with every thrust, punishing my pussy with the rhythm. “No one else touches you. No one else sees you like this. You’re mine to fuck, mine to keep.”

Demin sets a relentless pace, slamming into me from behind, going even deeper than before. His hand in my hair keeps me arched for him, and every time he strikes me I jolt. My skin burns, and my neck is exposed as I pant and groan.

“Fuck,” he grumbles between thrusts. “Bent over my desk like this, pussy dripping for more. You’re going to come again for me, Isabela. I want to feel it.”

I push back against him, meeting every powerful stroke. The combination of his cock stretching me, the pull on my scalp, and the steady rhythm of his hand on my ass sends pleasure spiraling higher. My breasts slide against the desk with each impact, my nipples hard points of sensation. Sweat beads on my skin as he fucks me harder, his balls slapping against me.

He spanks me again, harder this time, as he growls, “Tell me who owns this ass. Who owns this tight little pussy?”

“You do,” I pant. “I'm yours, Demin.”

His grip on my hair tightens and he drives into me faster. I can feel another orgasm building, even stronger than the first. My walls start to flutter around him, tension coiling tight in my belly. Every thrust pushes me closer, every spank adds fuel to the fire.

He senses it and doubles down, digging into my hip to hold me still, while he keeps my hair pulled tight. “Come again. Squeeze me while I fuck you…"