There is no room for logic here. Only heat. Only need. And when he murmurs my name like a promise, I let myself fall again.
19
RENAT
When her back hits the mattress, it’s with a breathless thud. I come down over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, my body pressed flush to hers. I take her mouth in a kiss that is no longer about hunger but about ownership. Slow and searing. A vow made flesh and heat. A brutal apology whispered in the stroke of my tongue against hers.
Her pulse thrums wildly beneath my thumb, where I hold her wrists captive. So small beneath me. So breakable. And yet, she’s the one who has already wrecked me beyond recognition. One word from her could bring me to my knees.
“Renat,” she whispers, my name trembling from her lips like a prayer. Like a curse. Like absolution.
I drag my mouth down the delicate column of her throat, tasting her. Salt and skin and sweetness. Her back arches beneath me, seeking more. More pressure, more contact, more of everything I’ve been holding back.
And I give it to her. I grind my hips against hers, letting her feel the full weight of what she does to me, the way my body craves hers with a ferocity that borders on madness.
Her blouse doesn’t stand a chance. The buttons give way beneath my fingers, scattering across the floor like thoughts I no longer care to collect. I should be gentler. But the part of me that reigns behind the walls of Bratva command, the part that lives in silence and steel, wants to take. To claim. To own.
Her bra is black lace, sinful and fragile, and the sight of it over her perfect breasts makes a growl rumble in my chest. I tug the cups down, exposing her fully to my gaze and my need. Her nipples are already tight, aching, begging for my mouth. And I give in, dragging my tongue slowly across one, then the other, until she’s squirming, her legs tightening around my hips.
“Beautiful,” I murmur against her skin. Not just because she is. But because she’s mine. Every curve, every breath, every gasping moan.Mine.
I trace the curve of her waist with my hands, fingers sliding across her ribs, dipping into the hollow of her stomach. She’s so responsive, so sensitive, as if every nerve ending is tuned to me. Her skin shivers beneath my touch, her body arching in invitation.
“You drive me insane,” I rasp, my voice dark with possession. “I should lock you away somewhere no one else can touch you.”
She shudders beneath me, but her eyes meet mine, fire burning in their depths. “You just want to own me.”
There’s no fear in her voice. Only truth. Challenge. Temptation.
And she’s right. I lower my mouth to her nipple again, dragging my teeth across it until she gasps, her hips rising off the bed.
“I want to ruin you,” I whisper against her flesh. “So no one ever dares look at what’s mine.”
She moans, her head tilting back, exposing her throat like a woman who knows she’s already been conquered.
I take my time undressing her, peeling her leggings and panties down her legs, revealing skin that glows in the low light, flushed and glistening with anticipation. I kiss my way down each thigh, savoring the way she trembles, the way her scent rises, sweet, intoxicating, and already soaked for me.
I settle between her legs, anchoring her thighs in my hands. Her folds are slick and glistening, swollen with need. When I finally lower my mouth to her pussy, she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair.
Her taste floods my tongue. It’s rich, addictive, and sinful. I devour her like a starving man, tongue flicking, lips closing over her clit, teeth grazing just enough to make her writhe.
“Renat,” she moans again.
I don't stop. I suck her clit gently before pressing my tongue deep inside her, licking, stroking, fucking her with my mouth until she’s shaking beneath me, thighs tightening around my head, nails scraping down my back. Her orgasm builds with frantic desperation. I feel it coil inside her, see it in the way her eyes roll back, the way her muscles tighten, her hands fisting the sheets.
She shatters with a cry, her entire body arching, pulsing around my tongue as I hold her open, tasting every wave of her climax.Her pleasure soaks my lips, and I don’t stop until her body collapses back to the bed, trembling and breathless.
But I need more. I rise, tearing off my clothes with impatient hands, not caring where they land. I want skin on skin. Want nothing between us but heat and sweat and the truth of what we are.
She looks up at me, still wrecked, her body limp and glowing, her eyes dark and heavy with need.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, and the words burn in my throat because they aren’t just about her body. They’re about everything. Her fire, her bravery, her soul.
I position myself between her thighs, lining my cock up to her slick entrance. She’s warm, wet, perfect. I push inside slowly, savoring every inch as I stretch her open, claiming her all over again.
She gasps, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. Her nails leave trails of fire down my back, but I want more. I want her to feel me for days.
“Please…please fuck me,” she whimpers.
