Until the End (Volkov Bratva #2)(33)

By the time he got to her splayed legs, she was panting and he had slowed down, his attention on her becoming more reverent as he approached the one place she desperately wanted him to be.

Now, she was the one squirming beneath his onslaught, trying to get him where she wanted though he purposefully avoided it, nipping at her inner thighs instead. But when she thought he meant to torture her further, he surprised her by setting in immediately, his tongue delving into her folds with unmasked hunger.

“Oh God, Mish.”

The words burst from her without her actually meaning to say them, but he only took that as encouragement. His hands came to rest on her thighs, keeping them open as he forced her to accept what he was doing to her.

He pulled back, just long enough to say, “Keep your legs open,” before he set in again, this time, adding his hand to the mix. Carefully, he eased a finger inside her, working it back and forth before he added another, stretching her.

The sounds coming out of her were embarrassingly loud, her moans echoing in the room.

As she was sure she would cum like this, he pulled his fingers free and climbed completely off the bed, leaving her in the middle looking after him. Like any girl, she’d thought about how she would lose her virginity, who it would be with, but she never thought it would be with someone like Mishca.

It was a strange fear she felt as he tore open the condom wrapper, making a show of rolling it on, an act that had her squeezing her thighs together wanting to relieve the pressure. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life.

Returning, she no longer saw the desperation in his eyes that she’d seen when they were in the shower. Now, he was back in control. Grabbing hold of her ankles, he pulled her towards him until she was just at the edge of the bed.

His hands slide up her calves, the back of her knees, spreading her legs as he went. He stared at her face rather than her body, as though her reactions to what he was doing was more important, but his touch did all the seeing for him.

When she was positioned as he wanted, he loomed over her on straightened arms, the hard length of him pressed against her.

She thought to look down, wanting to watch him put it in, but he cupped the side of her face, forcing her attention back on him.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his voice raspy and deep.

She felt rather than saw him move and his hand drifted down the center of her body until he fisted himself, slowly rubbing up and down until he was poised at her entrance.

“I’ll be careful,” he promised.

With only the slightest movements of his hips, he was inside her. Just the head, but enough to make her cry out in surprise, but she couldn’t focus too much on that for his hands were everywhere at once.

First it was just the gentle swipe of his thumb over her cheek, then he was cupping her breasts, his breathless whispers in her ear making her arch up against him, sliding him in deeper.

She was too busy focusing on what he was doing to her to grasp what he was murmuring in her ear, his words like a physical caress. He wasn’t shy about his appreciation for her body , but even more, his words made the ache between her legs grow though he was already inside her.

“More?” He asked with an amused smile though it did look a bit strained.

Words failed her. The only thing she could do was nod.

He grabbed hold of one of her legs, pulling it higher around his waist. The new position allowed him better depth, but it also brought pain. Her hands flew to his hips, forcing him to stop as she trembled beneath him.

“I know,” he said capturing her wrists in one hand, pulling them over her head, pressing them back against the bed.

She didn’t know if she could take much more. He felt…too big, like he wouldn’t be able to fit entirely inside her.

“Mish--” She thought to tell him to stop, the pain almost too great, but as he eased back out of her, then back in again, while it still didn’t feel amazing, there was just a slight feeling of something.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his blue eyes unmoving.

“Yes,” she answered, without a doubt in her mind.

He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, then bit down gently on the cord there, his hips moving in earnest now.

“Say it again.”

“Yes.”

As quickly as the pain began, it started to dwindle away, replaced with an indescribable feeling that had her pulling her hands free, wrapping them around him, drawing him closer.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he tilted her up, putting them flush against one another. Gasping his name, she felt his hands flex on her thighs in response to her.

If there was a happy medium between gentle and rough, Mishca was best at it. After just easing in and out inside of her, giving her the opportunity to get used to his size, he slipped an arm beneath her, pulling her up and practically holding her weight as he pressed her back against the headboard.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning as best she could what he was giving to her.

Words failed them both and opportunities for revelations eluded them both, but in this moment, they conveyed their feelings, their passion for one another.

The sound of their heavy breathing was loud in the room and no matter how Lauren wrapped her legs around his waist, she couldn’t get close enough to him.

When he was as deep as he could get, he groaned, dropping his head to the crook of her neck. She could practically feel it in him, the restraint he was using with her as he waited for her body to grow used to his size.