Page 72 of Bound to the Bratva

“Shh,” I soothe, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

She nods, giving herself over to me entirely. I drink her in, every inch of her, every mark and crevasse on her body. This woman is my home, my sanctuary amidst the chaos of my life.

I take my time with her, exploring every curve and hollow until she’s trembling beneath me. Our bodies move together in perfect synchronization. I take my mouth down to her pussy and suck her hard little nub in my mouth.

The gasp that leaves her lips is a melody to my ears, and I revel in the sound. Aria’s fingers grip at the sheets, her back arching off the bed as pleasure ripples through her. I continue my assault, my tongue flicking over her clit as I slide two fingers inside her.

Aria’s moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and driving me wild with desire. “Maxim,” she cries out, her voice hitching as she reaches her climax.

I pull away, my gaze locking with hers as I watch the aftershocks of pleasure course through her body. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, and I can’t help but press a kiss to every inch of exposed skin within reach.

Pulling myself over her, our bodies align in a familiar dance. She welcomes me readily, wrapping her legs around my waist as I enter her slow and steady. The feel of her tight around me is one of sheer bliss, a feeling I’ve missed more than I care to admit. Being inside her is like coming home, a place where I belong, ensconced between the warmth and safety of her thighs.

“Maxim,” she gasps, fingernails digging into my back as pleasure radiates through every nerve ending in her body. Her soft cries mingle with the harsh rhythm of our breathing, a sweet symphony of our intimate union.

I kiss her passionately, swallowing each whimper that escapes her lips. It’s raw and intense; there’s a desperation that screams louder than any words spoken.

“Look into my eyes,” I murmur against her lips, needing to see the depth of her desire mirrored in those wide ice gray eyes. She complies, her gaze locking onto mine as our bodies move together in an ancient dance of passion.

With each stroke, I drive myself deeper into her, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through my veins. Her body fits around mine like a fitted glove.

“Maxim, I—” she gasps, her words cut off by a gasp as I thrust deeper. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. The scent of her fills my senses, sweet and intoxicating. It’s a scent I could drown in.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her voice shaky with pleasure. My heart pounds in my chest at her plea. God, how much I love this feeling. I could do this forever.

I move faster, chasing our climax as the sensual tension builds between us. With each stroke, each thrust, her body yields to mine in sweet surrender. I can feel it building within me, the familiar heat coiling tighter in my gut.

“Maxim,"“Aria cries out again and I lose myself completely in her. The world fades away until there is only Aria beneath me. Aria with her beautiful eyes staring up at me and her soft lips parting in a silent cry of ecstasy.

My life with her is damn near perfect, and the only thing I’m missing is the power I was promised.