Page 125 of Bratva Brother’s Bride

“Roman,” she gasps into the kiss. “Slow down.”

“No.”

I pick her up and carry her to the bed, settling her gently among the pillows. My side twinges in pain, but I don’t even care. I follow her down, my body covering hers as I straddle her hips.

I kiss her until we’re both breathless. She’s writhing beneath me, her hands clutching at my back. Then I move down, my lips trailing a path down her throat until I reach the hollow of her navel.

“Roman. Please.”

I smile against her skin. “Please what?”

“Touch me. I need you to touch me.”

I oblige, my hand inching past the waistband of her pants to find her slick and ready. I circle her clit in slow, teasing circles until she’s begging me for more.

“Roman, please,” she says. “I need more.”

I press two fingers into her, deep and slow, until she’s rocking against my hand with a moan. Her breath catches, her fingers twisting into the sheets as a broken sound slips from her lips.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice low. “Tell me.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

I stroke deeper, hitting the spot that undoes her, and she arches off the bed with a cry. She trembles beneath me, every muscle drawing tight as I repeat the motion, bringing her closer to the edge.

“Roman.” My name breaks on her lips. “I’m going to⁠—”

“Not yet,” I say. “Not without me.”

I pull my fingers out and she whimpers at the loss. I silence her with a kiss, then position myself between her legs. My cock is already hard, leaking as I tug down my boxers.

I look at her, and she’s incredible. Her hair is a mess on the pillow and her cheeks are flushed. I could stare at her forever.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you too,” she whispers.

I slide my cock into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to me. She’s so tight, so perfect. It feels like coming home.

“Move,” she gasps. “Please, dammit, move.”

I find a gentle rhythm that has her panting beneath me. Except it’s not enough. It’s not what either of us needs.

I pick up the pace, my thrusts harder, deeper. She meets me stroke for stroke, her legs wrapping around my waist as she muffles a gasp.

“Like that. Just like that.”

I don’t hold back, giving in to the pace that’s driving us both toward the edge. I can feel her getting closer already, her walls clenching around my cock.

“Roman,” she gasps. “I’m going to⁠—”

“Let go,” I say. “Let go for me.”

She does. Her orgasm crashes through her, her body convulsing around mine. My release is so intense it leaves me shaking. I come hard, feeling my own come leak from her onto the sheets between our joined bodies.

I collapse beside her, my body spent, my heart pounding. Her heart is beating just as hard as mine.

I shift us both upright, pulling her gently to my chest as I catch my breath. I hold her close as our breathing slowly steadies. I brush my lips over her temple, then her forehead, lingering there.