Page 83 of The Bratva Sinner

“Yes.” I force my muscles to unlock. “Yes, I’m with you.”

His fingers find their way between my thighs. “There’s so much to teach you,” he whispers. His fingers brush between my legs before he gently grabs my thigh and opens my legs. “I’ll be slow. Gentle, but I know you, Lila. Once you see how good it feels, you’re going to be a wildcat.”

I exhale sharply, gripping the sheet as one of his thick fingers works inside me. He watches my face, adjusting and learning. And then, he’s touching a spot that has my body shuddering.

“That’s it,” he says. “Feel it, Lila. Let go.”

His fingers rub that spot over and over before two fingers push inside me. The sensations are overwhelming. A pinch and then pleasure. More stretching, but I barely notice because he keeps rubbing the same spot.

“Oh—” My hips roll up toward him involuntarily. He keeps going.

When I finally come apart, it catches me off-guard, a sharp crest and then a slow unraveling. My body jerks and spasms. He stays with me through it, gentling his touch as I come down, and pressing his mouth to my temple.

"There she is."

I’m still catching my breath when he shifts over me. He holds himself above me, braced on one arm, his other hand smoothing my hair back from my face.

I look up at him half in a daze. “That’s just the beginning, princess.”

I moan, my eyes closing. “I’m not sure I’ll survive the end.”

He chuckles. “You will.”

He moves forward slowly. I feel the pressure and stretch of his thickness invading my body. I tighten involuntarily, and he stills.

“Breathe,” he says quietly.

I breathe, and I have to see what’s happening. I lift my head and shove at his chest. “Oh no, buddy, that isn’t going to work.”

“Lay down, Lila.” His voice is gruff. I look up and see him clenching his jaw.

“Maksim, seriously. That’s not going to fit.”

“You’re ready for me, princess. I’ll make sure of it.”

I’m about to argue with him when he moves, and my head drops back on the bed. There’s a sharp sting between my legs, and then I’m so full.

“Breathe,” he says.

“You didn’t wait,” I say.

“Ripping off the Band-Aid.”

He doesn’t move, but the stinging subsides. I raise my head again, and yep, he’s inside me. His body jerks, and he pushes deeper inside me. A sound of pleasure escapes his throat.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Don’t do that.”

I look up at him. “What?”

“Don’t look at me fucking you. It’s too much.”

“Too much good?”

He closes his eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Is it done?” I ask. “Did you… you know…”

He scoffs. “Fuck no. Keep looking at me inside you, and I will be done.”