Page 58 of The Bratva's Secret Baby
She swallows hard, emotion flickering through her eyes before she gives me a slow nod.
I pull back and reach into my wallet, slide out the second condom, and rip the foil. I’m still half-hard, but it doesn’t take much. She’s watching me stroke myself back to full length, her lip caught between her teeth, her thighs shifting restlessly.
I roll another condom on, then crawl between her legs.
“You ready?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“Dominik—”
I kiss her again, deep and firm, then slide into her slow, inch by inch. She gasps into my mouth and wraps her legs around me, arms coming up to hold me tighter than she has all night.
I move slowly at first, grinding deep, letting her feel every stroke. My mouth finds her throat, her collarbone, her jaw. I whisper filth and truths in equal measure, telling her what I’ll do to anyone who tries to take her from me again. I kiss the corner of her mouth and make her promise she won’t run. I bite her shoulder and make her say she’s mine.
She clings to me. She rocks with me. She moans my name like it’s the only word she knows.
I grip her hips and roll, flipping us over so she’s astride me, flushed and wild in the soft light. Her palms flatten on my chest, steadying herself, and her breath shudders out. I don’t guide her. I let her choose the pace. She rocks slowly at first, adjusting to the angle, eyes fluttering shut when I thrust up to meet her.
“Look at me,” I say, voice dark. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
She opens her eyes, lids heavy, lashes damp. Her lips part around a soft sound, and she starts to move again, hips circling, dragging me deeper with every roll. My hands grip her waist, then slide up to her ribs, then back down to the curve of her ass. She’s so wet I can feel the slick heat coating me, dripping down, making each movement louder, filthier. She rides me harder now, bouncing, then grinding, trying to find more friction, more pressure. Her thighs start to shake.
I slide a hand between us and stroke her clit with slow, steady circles.
Her breath catches. Her body jerks. She grabs my wrist and pants, “Don’t stop—don’t—Dominik?—”
She breaks with a cry, thighs clamping, muscles clenching tight around me. I watch her fall apart like I asked her to. Her head tips back, neck arched, mouth open. I don’t stop touching her. I drag it out, make her tremble through the aftershocks. She collapses onto me, face in my neck, still pulsing around me.
“Again,” I whisper into her hair. “Give me another.”
She laughs, breathless and fucked-out, but she lifts her head. I shift under her, sit up, and guide her legs around my waist. I kiss her again, deep and slow, before turning her and pushing her back down onto the bed. She doesn’t protest. Her knees fall apart, thighs loose, already slick and sensitive again.
I slide out, just enough to flip her to her side, lift one leg over mine, and slide back in from behind. She gasps like it surprises her—urgent and needy. The angle is tight and deep. I wrap an arm around her waist and fuck her slow, then faster, then brutal when she pushes back into every thrust.
“Right there,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare.”
I don’t. I hold her in place and drive into her, each stroke pulling another sound from her throat. She’s loud and unguarded and shaking. I feel her build again, her body going taut, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I let go of her waist and slide my hand up, cupping her breast, squeezing until she moans again. My mouth finds her neck, her ear, her shoulder. I fuck her through it and whisper, “Come for me, baby.”
She does—hard, sudden, with a cry that breaks on my name. Her whole body goes rigid, then limp, clenching around me with wet heat and pulsing pressure. She’s still shaking when I roll her forward and lift her hips again.
“I’m not done,” I tell her, dragging her back onto my cock, deeper this time, harder. She whimpers, half-laughing, half-broken.
“I can’t. Dominik, I can’t?—”
“Yes, you fucking can.”
I keep going, and she takes it. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t close up. She lets herself be held open and filled, lets me use her the way I need to, lets me fuck her the way I couldn’t for all those years we were apart. I shift again, fold her in half, knees up, her legs pressed to her chest. The position has her gasping and wide-eyed. I grind deep and slow until her mouth drops open in a silent moan.
“That’s it,” I say. “Right fucking there. Feel how deep I am?”
She nods, frantic, lips trembling.
I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in, and her scream is pure broken pleasure. She doesn’t say words anymore. She moans and shakes and clutches at the sheets like she might lose her mind. Her third orgasm builds fast—faster than either of us expects. Her whole body convulses, and she goes silent for a second before the cry rips free.
I stop only when she’s limp under me, hair stuck to her face, tears on her cheeks. I don’t pull out yet. I stay there, thick and hard inside her, one hand on her hip, the other brushing her hair back so I can see her eyes.
“Still breathing?” I ask.
