Page 30 of Unrequited (Bratva Kings #6)

My cock is so hard it hurts. I’m shaking with how much I want her.

“May I touch you?” she whispers. Her voice is soft, unsure, and so sweet it tears me apart.

“Say it again,” I murmur, trembling. “Say my name, mo chroí. No one else gets to. Just you.”

“Please, Seamus,” she says. “I want you inside me. I want you to complete me. I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“Dreaming about this,” I echo, my heart in my throat. She’s my sweet, perfect angel. God help me, I don’t want to hurt her. She’s tight. She’s untouched. And she’s mine.

I’ll burn down the whole fucking world before I ever let her go.

I want to claim her.

I want to pound into her. I want to erase the existence of anything but me from her mind. I want to mark every single thought, every nerve ending, with the weight of me. I want to brand her from the inside out.

But I can’t… I won’t. She needs time and patience.

So I take my time. She’s so wet, open, and waiting for me. My self-control is hanging by a goddamn thread .

I can see the arousal in her eyes, feel it dripping down the curve of her ass. Beautiful, beautiful girl. “I love you, Zoya,” I whisper.

As I glide the head of my cock to her entrance, emotion chokes me. “I love you so damn much.” I can’t breathe. I’ve never cried in my entire life, not once, but now? I feel that pressure building, coiled behind my eyes. I don’t let it fall. I can’t. Not yet.

I clear my throat and push in just the tip, sliding gently, so gently, into her slick heat. It’s fucking killing me to hold back, to not bury myself all the way. My restraint feels like punishment.

Gently, I glide into her, back and forth, teasing us both. “Oh, darling girl,” I whisper, as I slowly push my cock deeper into her. “Oh, my sweet angel…”

“Oh god, Seamus . Please…” she moans, her voice trembling, breaking. Her legs wrap tightly around me like she can’t bear a single inch of space between us.

“Yes… yes,” she whispers. Her arms come around my neck, and her soft lips meet mine. I kiss her, deep, consuming, while I move inside her.

Slow. Rhythmic. I thrust into her with pure, focused precision. It feels so fucking right. Like the way it was always meant to be.

I thrust in gently, shaking with the effort of holding myself back. “Does it hurt, love?” I ask, brushing her hair back. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

I say it again, quieter. “I need you to tell me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt my angel. ”

“Just a little,” she says, biting her lip. “It’s just tight… but I’m wet and…” She pauses. “Seamus?”

“Yes, love?” I still, waiting for her.

“I don’t care if it hurts,” she whispers, her eyes wide and unwavering. “You’re the only one I want to feel this with. Please, take me. Take me with everything.”

My shoulders are trembling from holding back, from not slamming into her the way my body’s begging to. But I glide in again, slow and smooth. Her tight, hot, perfect pussy grips my cock like she was made for me.

In and out. In and out. I move in rhythm, matching her moans with every pulse. I continue pushing into her, losing myself.

“Oh, yes, please,” she pants out. “Yes, that feels so good.”

I thrust in and out, faster, deeper. I feel like a goddamn boy. I can’t hold back much longer. I’m gonna come, and I can’t stop it.

I have no control. She owns me. She’s everything I ever fucking wanted.

I’m shaking when I ease into her again, and again.

Over and over. I’ve conquered cities, torn through empires, claimed my entire clan, and yet here, with her? I can’t even hold myself together. I’m unraveling.

I’ve always prided myself on self-control. But now? Now it’s slipping. It’s taking everything in me not to pound into her like an animal.

“More, Seamus,” she whispers. “I can take it. ”

“Love…” I breathe, then push all the way in. She gasps, sharp, breathless.

I reach up, caressing her breasts, holding her with reverence. My large hands curve over her shoulders, anchoring her to me as I begin to build a deeper rhythm.

In and out. In and out. Her body trembling under mine, giving herself fully.

She lets out a soft, hoarse breath. “I’m going to come again, I think.”

“You said it, love. Just let go. It’s all yours now, every last bit of it.”

This is hers now.

I feel her climax around me, tight, clenched, then softening as she moans and her eyes flutter shut.

I can’t help it anymore. I spill into her. Claiming her. My hot seed lashes against her walls as I groan, my body bucking with the force of release. Even now, I’m holding back. Still gentle, still careful.

Slowly, I thrust into her again, easing out, then in. Soft. Rhythmic. Ecstasy floods me as she holds me.

I’m boneless, paralyzed, spent.

My forehead touches hers. I’m breathless. “Oh god, Zoya… That was perfect,” I whisper.

My body’s still damp, a sheen of sweat clinging to me, but I don’t care. She kisses my shoulder and whispers back, “Perfect.”

Then she murmurs, “Hold me, Seamus. ”

Still inside her, I fold my arms around her body and hold her close. That’s when I notice the tears streaking down her cheeks.

“Zoya?” My voice drops. “Oh my god. I’m a fucking asshole. What happened? Are you okay? I hurt you.”

She shakes her head. “No… no…” she chokes out. Her eyes are wet, and when she blinks, fresh tears fall. “I don’t know why I’m crying. But it’s not because it hurt, I promise.”

She clutches me tighter. “I’d do that a hundred times over. It’s just…”

She sniffs.

“When you left… When you didn’t come back, Seamus…”

She’s crying freely now, burying her head in the crook of my arm. My own throat tightens, and my nose starts to tingle. I fight to stay composed.

My sweet, sweet girl.

“When you left… I thought you were using me. I thought you were just… just trying to get to my family. I thought I was a pawn. That you didn’t really want me.”

I stay silent, even though I want to beg her forgiveness. But she needs to speak. She needs this, and I owe her every word.

Of course she felt that. Of course she doubted.

“Even on my wedding day… when I agreed to the arrangement,” she goes on, “I told myself I’d only fallen in love with an image of you. That it wasn’t real. That I was just some foolish girl… ”

Oh, Zoya. She's twisting that knife, and she doesn’t even know it.

I nod slowly and hold her tighter to me. “Yes, angel. Go on.”

“You came to me that night,” she continues. “The night before my wedding. And I… I still thought it was a game. That you were playing me. That you were clearing the board for your family.”

She swallows hard. “And then you took me. And married me.”

She looks up at me, her voice a whisper, her face shattered. “Even then, Seamus… even then, I wasn’t sure. I still had doubts. I still wondered…”

Her words fall from her lips like a confession, raw, ragged, and aching.

Her heartbeat slows beneath my palm. My hand is perfectly cupped right between her breasts, where I can feel it. My thumb and forefinger curve around her side, instinctive, protective. I want to hear that steady, comforting beat under my touch.

“Now there's not a doubt in my mind,” she says, with no hesitation.

“Not a doubt that you loved me. Not a doubt that you ever wanted me. I know now. I know you wanted me. That you waited for me. That you broke out of a damn prison for me.” She sniffs.

“And I know, Seamus.” She says it soft. Steady.

“I know that you love me as much as I love you.”

I want to burn this moment into my memory. Me, with her. Holding her. Tucking her against my chest like she belongs there .

This… this feels like the edge of heaven.

But I can feel the tug, the fear of losing her. Of losing this. Raw vulnerability.

Certainty.

Something's going to drag me under, any second.

“I love you, Seamus.”

But before I can respond, before I can breathe, a sharp sound slices through the air.