Page 69 of Toxic Temptation (Krayev Bratva #1)

Everything, all of him, every last bit—he pours it into me. His hips drive forward with a relentless rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my core. The cold marble bites into my palms as I brace myself against the table. It’s hot where I’m cold, hard where I’m soft.

Thank God—I need the contrast to keep me grounded, or else I’d just explode in every direction.

Every thrust presses me harder against it. I’m stuck between it and Kovan, his chest slick with sweat as it molds to my back. I’m exactly where I want to be.

“Fucking hell, Vesper,” he growls in my ear. “You feel so fucking good, so tight around me. Tell me you want this—tell me you need it as bad as I do.”

“Yes.” I suck in a greedy inhale. The air is thick with the mingled scents of his cologne and the faint, salty tang of our arousal. “Harder, Kovan. Don’t stop. I need you deeper.”

He obliges, one hand gripping my hip with bruising force, the other sliding up my side to cup my breast through the thin silk of my dress. His fingers pinch and tease the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp cry from my throat that echoes softly in the empty room.

The sounds of our bodies connecting fill the space—wet, rhythmic slaps that mix with our ragged breath. Building, cresting, peaking.

I push back against him as hard as I can. His free hand tangles in my hair, pulling just enough to make my neck curve, exposing it to the scrape of his teeth. He nips at the skin there, then kisses where it hurts.

“You’re mine tonight,” he murmur. “Say it. Say you’re mine, Vesper.”

“I’m yours,” I moan. “All yours. Fuck me like I belong to you.”

With a guttural sound, he pulls out suddenly, leaving me aching and empty. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. He spins me around again, his eyes dark and wild as they meet mine. The marble is cool against my butt now as he lifts me onto the edge of the table.

His hands go searching—rough on my thighs, tender as they trace the line of my throat—before he surges back into me, filling me completely in one swift motion.

We both groan. The angle is deeper now, hitting spots that make my vision blur. I cling to his shoulders and close my eyes. He rocks into me, slow at first, then faster and faster.

“Look at you,” he says, his forehead pressing to mine. “So beautiful, falling apart for me. I could watch you like this forever. Touch yourself—show me how you like it.”

My hand slips between us. I cry out when I touch my clit, but the cry soon morphs into another moan. Kovan kisses me to soak up every syllable.

“Shit, that’s hot,” he breathes, his mouth claiming mine in a messy kiss, tongues tangling with the taste of champagne lingering from the gala below. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? I can feel it—squeezing me so tight. Do it. Cum for me, baby.”

I cry out his name—“Kovan!”—as it consumes me. Stars burst behind my eyelids, every muscle trembling with the force of it, the world narrowing to the pulse of release and the heat of him buried deep inside me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He doesn’t stop fucking me the whole time. “ Blyat’ , Vesper, you’re killing me,” he mumbles. His rhythm falters as his own peak builds.

Moments later, he cums, too. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, a low shudder rippling through his body as he spills inside me.

It feels like it lasts forever. We cling to each other while the aftershocks ripple through us.

But even when they’re gone, we stay locked like that, my legs still hooked around him, his weight pressing me into the table. I have goosebumps; his sweat cools. Together, our heartbeats and our breathing gradually descend back to normal.

He eases me down until I’m sitting fully on the table, though he still stays between my thighs. “God, that was incredible.” He nuzzles my neck, his lips soft now where they were demanding before. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I can’t get enough.”

I laugh softly, breathless, running my fingers through his disheveled hair, the strands damp and silky under my touch. “Good, because I want more. Turn me over again—let’s see if this table can handle it.”

His eyes shine with renewed hunger. He flips me onto my stomach once more. He enters me slowly this time, savoring the slide, making me draw out my moan into something long and anguished.

“Like this?” he asks. “Tell me what you want, Vesper. Use your words.”

“Faster,” I beg. I press my cheek to the table and arch my back for him. “Make me scream your name again.”

He chuckles darkly, picking up the pace, one hand slipping under me to tease where we’re joined.

The dual sensations have me moaning loudly, the sound echoing off the walls, mingling with his whispered filth—“That’s it, take it all.

You’re so wet for me, so perfect.”—until an orgasm mounts once more.

When I’m close, he pulls me to the floor. The carpet is plush under my knees as I straddle him. I ride him hard, his hands guiding my hips, the scent of our passion thick in the air.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, watching me with hooded eyes. “Use me, baby. Make yourself cum on my cock.”

Those are the magic words, apparently, because with two more bounces, I’m cumming again. “Kovan—oh, God, Kovan!”

He surges up moments later, flipping us so he’s on top, pounding through his release with my legs angled high around him.

When it’s over, we’re a tangle of tired limbs on the floor. The distant hum of the gala filters up from below like a forgotten dream. For several minutes, we stay just like that.

Eventually, he helps me rise. His hands are gentle as he smooths my dress back into place.

“We forgot a condom again,” he says quietly.

“It’s okay.” I cup his face in my hands. “I went on birth control after last time. Just in case.”

“So you were planning to seduce me again?”

“I wasn’t not planning it,” I say with a shy smile.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips, so different from the frantic hunger of minutes before. “And in case I wasn’t clear earlier—you have me, Vesper. However you want me.”

I shiver. This is what I wanted, what I asked for on that dance floor. But hearing him say it makes it real.

“Are you sure?” I whisper. “Because there’s no going back from this. No more pretending it’s just for the custody case or just convenient sex. If we do this, we’re doing it for real.”

His answer comes without hesitation.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”