Page 109 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

"You can." His thumb found my clit, circling. "And you will. But first, I want to hear you say it properly."

My face burned. "Say what?"

"Call me what I am." His breath was hot against my neck.

Oh God.

"Honey," I breathed, my voice shaking. "Please, honey."

"More."

"Baby, please. My baby, please let me—"

"Husband," he prompted.

My whole body felt like it was on fire. "Husband. Please, husband, I need to come so badly. Please."

"That's my good girl." His pace picked up again, harder, faster. "Come for me, Riley. Come on your husband's cock."

Permission. Finally.

The orgasm hit like a lightning strike, tearing through every nerve. I screamed, my body convulsing around him, the ropes holding me in place as I shook apart.

He didn't stop. His movements grew more erratic, chasing his own release. "You feel so good. So perfect. Mine. All mine."

"Yours," I managed. "Only yours."

He groaned and buried himself deep, his whole body tensing. I felt him pulse inside me, felt his hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise.

The bedroom had almost turned into his playground—and I found myself enjoying it too.

For a long moment, we just breathed.

Then, with gentle hands, he untied the ropes. He removed the blindfold last, and I blinked up at him in the dim light. His eyes were soft now, tender.

"Okay?" he asked quietly.

"More than okay." I reached up to touch his face. "Perfect."

He gathered me close, and we collapsed together onto the bed.

Moonlight painted us both in soft silver. In the stillness of the night, only our heartbeats and breathing remained, the only language we needed.

For the first time, I truly understood what it meant for souls to embrace.

I curled into his arms, listening to his steadying heartbeat, my mind wandering to thoughts of our future. His arm held me close, his palm resting gently on my stomach with careful reverence.

"What are you thinking about?" His rough voice came from above my head.

"Thinking about whether our kids will look more like you or me."

He laughed softly, his arm tightening around me.

"Like you." His tone left no room for argument. "Hopefully all of them look exactly like you."

I couldn't help laughing.

"That won't work." I tilted my head to look at him. "At least one of them should inherit those gorgeous eyes of yours, right?"