Page 91 of Bratva Prisoner
We move together with the kind of synchronization that comes from truly knowing someone, from understanding what they need before they ask for it. When her climax builds, I can feel it in the way her body tenses beneath mine, in the breathless sounds she makes against my ear.
Her nails rake down my back as I pick up the pace, leaving marks that will remind me of this moment for days to come. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the room, punctuated by gasps and moans and whispered endearments.
I can feel her climbing toward her peak again from the way her inner walls flutter around me, signaling her approaching climax. I reach between us to find the swollen bundle of nerves at her apex and circle it with my thumb in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me,” I command as I reach between us to touch her where we’re joined. “Let me feel you.”
The combination of my fingers and the angle of my thrusts sends her over the edge with a cry, and she clamps down around me like a vice as her entire body convulses with the orgasm. She falls apart with my name on her lips, and the feeling of her clenching around me triggers my own release. I bury my face in her neck as I spill myself inside her, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what we’ve just promised each other.
The climax seems to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves us both shaking in its aftermath. When it finally subsides, I collapse beside her and haul her against my chest as we both struggle to catch our breath.
We lie tangled together while the Swiss sunset paints our room in shades of gold and rose. Alyssa traces lazy patterns on my chest while I play with her engagement ring, spinning it around her finger like a talisman.
“So,” she eventually starts, “when should we start planning this wedding?”
“Tomorrow. Next week. Whenever you want. Though my brothers are going to insist on something elaborate.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to be happy. Everything else is just details.”
She tilts her head to look at me, and the love in her green eyes still takes my breath away. “Have I mentioned lately that I’m crazy about you?”
“Show me,” I challenge.
What she shows me next requires another hour and leaves us both thoroughly satisfied and completely exhausted. As we drift toward sleep in each other’s arms, I think about how far we’ve come from that first night at the club when she disappeared.
“Maksim?” Her voice is drowsy with contentment.
“Mmm?”
“What happened to Vincent Moreau? We took down Troy and his operation, but the Serpents’ leader just… vanished.”
The question brings me back to reality, whether I’m ready for it or not. Moreau has been a loose end that’s bothered me for months, though I haven’t wanted to worry Alyssa with concerns about threats that might never materialize.
“He’s unaccounted for,” I admit. “He went underground after we dismantled his network. Could be anywhere by now.”
“Do you think he’ll come after us?”
“Not us specifically. But men like Moreau don’t just disappear forever. Eventually, he’ll surface somewhere, probably trying to rebuild what we destroyed.”
“And when he does?”
“When he does, we’ll be ready for him.”
She nods against my chest, seemingly satisfied with my answer. But as she drifts off to sleep, I make a mental note to increase security around the family estates. Moreau might be gone for now, but snakes have a way of turning up when you least expect them.
For tonight, though, none of that matters. Tonight, I have everything I need right here in my arms—my wife-to-be, my partner, my future. Tomorrow we’ll start planning our wedding, and next week we’ll go home to tell my brothers the good news.
She’s mine now, officially and forever.
And I’m never letting her go.
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