Midnight Oath (Tasarov Bratva 1)
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"I want you inside of me," I admit. "And no one else."
Adrik carefully pulls my legs off his shoulders one by one, brushes a strand of hair back from my face, and smiles. "Good girl."
Then he spreads my thighs apart and fills me again.
He starts to fuck harder and faster into me. His pace is brutal and it's all I can do to keep from sliding back off the bed.
But as he promised, the pressure inside of me ratchets higher and higher until I'm falling again, my body milking every last drop out of him.
Only then does Adrik finish with a grunt that comes from low in his chest.
When we're finished, we lie on top of the wedding dresses, sweaty and spent.
"Holy… fuck,” I mumble. My lips feel fat and non-responsive. The rest of me is pure jelly.
“Save some of that effusive praise for the wedding night,” Adrik chuckles.
"Don't tell me you're planning on abstaining until we're officially married. You don't strike me as the celibate type."
"Believe it or not, I can control myself for two days."
His words register slowly. But when they do, I go stone-still. "What’s happening in two days?” I ask, even though I think I already know.
“The big day,” Adrik says, buttoning his pants and running a hand through his hair. “Hope you’re ready.”