Page 17 of Cruel Russian Pakhan (Safin Bratva #1)

God. My name in her mouth. That throaty, breathless half-whimper, half-moan that tightened my cock even more.

I dipped lower again, kissing her stomach, her hips, the soft skin just above where I ached to be. Her hands trembled in my hair, but she didn’t pull away.

I passed one finger slightly between her thighs, over her damp panties. I watched as a shiver ran through her

“You drive me insane,” I muttered against her skin.

I eased my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pushing them down her hips, when she froze beneath me.

My body tensed instantly. My chest hurt like a train had slammed into it.

Shit.

If she wanted to stop now, I’d stop. But fuck, I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t piss me the fuck off.

I blew out a breath, forced myself to pull back, crawling up her body until I was hovering over her. Her eyes were shut tight.

“Katya,” I said gruffly. “Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head, but didn’t open her eyes. Her breathing hiked a fraction.

“Open your eyes.” The command came out harder than I meant, but I needed her to look at me. I needed her here, with me, not in her head.

Her eyes flew open, and I watched emotions swim in them.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

She bit her lip. Carefully, I brushed it with my thumb.

Then came the whisper so fast it barely made sense.

“I'mavirgin.”

I stared at her, stunned, not because I doubted it, but because she was young and fucking beautiful. She could’ve had anyone. But no one had touched her. No one had been inside her.

And now she was giving herself to me.

To me.

A Bratva bastard who kidnapped her, accused her, dragged her into my world and changed everything she knew.

And still, she chose me.

That shattered the last thread of control I was holding on to. My possessiveness roared violently. I needed her. Now. I kissed her hard and long.

When I pulled back, she was breathless beneath me, eyes locked on mine.

“Do you trust me to make you feel good?”

Her voice trembled. “Yes.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I made my way back to her thighs and slowly pushed off her panties. This time she didn't stop me. I moved until I was between her thighs, her feet flat on the bed, her light blonde curls glistening with her arousal.

“Beautiful,” I whispered.

Then I made love to her pussy with my mouth. I switched between licking, sucking and teasing her folds and clit, loving how her juices dripped from her, coating the sheets below as her legs trembled.

“Lev…please…” she begged.

“Please what, Katya?”

“I need to feel you inside me…”

Her voice trailed off as I gave one last slow lick between her folds, luxuriating in the way she tasted, and kissed my way up her trembling body. Her lips met mine, soft and hungry, and when I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, she eagerly wrapped her legs around my waist.

I started to ease into her and she tensed. I swallowed a groan, burying it against her mouth.

“Katya…” My voice was hoarse. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She nodded, but her body didn't relax.

I kissed her, licked at her nipples, distracted her with soft whispers and gentle bites as I pushed deeper, my cock easing past the tight resistance of her untouched muscles inch by fucking inch.

My body screamed to take her fast, to claim her hard, but I held back, every muscle locked, starving to feel her warmth around me.

Finally, I was buried fully inside her.

Fuck.

I had to shut my eyes for a second, just to stay in control. She was tight and hot and fucking perfect in a way that I could've never in my wildest dreams imagined.

“You okay?” I asked, barely recognizing my own voice.

She nodded again, her eyes glazed.

“It’ll sting a little when I move…but I promise you, Katya, I’ll make it good. I’ll make it unforgettable.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

I braced my palms on either side of her head, drinking in the sight of her laid out beneath me, flushed, lips parted, completely under my trance, and I began to move slowly.

I watched every flicker of sensation chase across her face. Her discomfort faded, and was replaced by wide-eyed wonder as her fingers dug into my biceps.

I shifted my position, to kneel between her thighs, the heel of my hand grinding against her clit as I quickened the pace.

“Lev!” she gasped.

She grabbed the sheets below her, her hips rolling wildly as lust danced in her eyes. Her moans became louder, erotic short bursts of screams.

“That's it, Katya. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock,” I growled against her throat.

With that, her muscles spasmed and she shattered around me.

I lost it.

With one final brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her. Her cry of pleasure echoed off the walls and seared itself into my fucking soul. A guttural groan tore through my throat as I spilled into her.

Even after I had emptied myself, I stayed buried, my chest pressed to hers, both of us breathless, my head bowed against her forehead.

When I finally had the strength to move, I collapsed beside her and pulled her against me. She curled into me without hesitation, her head resting on my shoulder, her legs tangled with mine.

She fell asleep almost instantly.

I held her a moment longer than I should have, studied the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed. I knew I had just complicated things, but it had to be done.

After gently prying her limbs from me, I slipped from the bed. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and got dressed. Before I left the room, I stole one last glance at her naked body now tangled in the sheets.

Then I left.

Now that I’d tasted her, the woman who’d been haunting me, fucking tormenting me, I knew I’d finally gotten her out of my system.

Just like anything else I’d ever craved…once I had it, the hunger died.

Having her was no different.

The high was over. The ache was gone. And whatever hold she had on me was finished.

Exactly the way I wanted it.