The Russian Don – A Dark Mafia Romance

Julianna’s Pov:-

I wasn’t prepared for how fucking good his body looks, he’s so hot with all those hard muscles, bord shoulders and his hard chest. My eyes moved all over his naked body, taking in every detail.

He’s so damn fucking hot!

Jesus Christ!

I exhaled slowly while my eyes moved down to his manhood, he’s long and thick.

Jesus, he’s so big, so hard.

I gulped hard, staring at how hard he was.

It had a slight upward curve to it. Tension tightened in me as he began moving back to me claiming my lips. My hands flew to his neck and everything went weak inside me, I felt my bones turning into jelly.

His hands cupped my breasts and kept massing them, squeezing them. Somehow between our passionate, greedy kisses and wandering hands, I found myself backed up to the bed. He pressed the fingertips of one hand to my clit, shooting sparks of pleasure down my quickening legs.

It was full of fire.

His hands kept moving all over my body and reached to my centre and desire reached its peak. He pulled off my panty and his hungry gaze worked along with the length of my bare body, lingering over my nakedness. I felt flushed and breathless.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Jesus! Miss. Mitchell,” he breathed out,

He once again pressed his fingertips over my clit, and his gaze was fixed on where he’s touching me and he looked thrilled. His body stood between my bent knees, his fingers exploring my clit.

His hand moved to his cock, it was erotic watching his beautiful hand work himself over. He then laced his forearms under me and his hand resting on my thighs and jerked me closer to the edge of the bed.

My heart stopped as the tip of him brushed against me, he leaned over, setting a hand on the mattress beside my head as he steadied himself with the other at my entrance. I gasp as he began to push himself, it began to hurt, to burn. I shut my eyes tightly, the pain of being ripped apart was so damn uncontrollable.

“Relax, Miss. Mitchell…” he whispered,

“Fuck! You’re so tight,” he uttered so quietly, it was a ghost of a word.

I noticed there are beads of sweat on his forehead and I realize he’s restraining himself. I’m shivering and trembling as it hurts so much, he continues to push slowly and my flesh slowly gives in, reluctantly stretching for him.

He watched me intensely, studying every breath I took as he claimed me. His slow push kept going, deeper, wider, harder, and I whimpered in pain but the uncomfortable stretch felt good. I feel full, I can feel his hardness lodged deep inside me.

He lets my inner walls adjust to his size and slowly begins to move while raining soft kisses all over my face, my neck and his hands caressing my skin. My body began to soften and respond to his kisses, the tenderness of his touch.

I gasp as he goes deeper filling me with his thickness, His slow and steady thrusts makes the pain subside with tension that’s gathering inside me and then, he reaches between our bodies with one hand and uses one finger to press against my clit, keeping the pressure light and steady. His thrusts moved my hips, causing me to rub against his finger in a rhythmic way.

The pain is still there, so is the pleasure. His thrusts get harder, deeper and I’m moaning from the undeniable intensity. The pain and pleasure mix. My hands gripped his hair while his face hid in the crock of my neck, our bodies moving against each other and those sounds of our skin slapping each other.

Fuck!

This feels so good!

Unbelievably good.

He moves his eyes to me and stares at me, his face taunting with lust and his eyes glittering. I held his gaze fascinated by the fierce need I saw there. He is as much in my thrall right now as I am his and that realization adds to my desire further heating up my core.

Oh god!

Raising his hand, he curves his palm around my cheek, wiping the remnants of tears with his thumb. Then he bent his head down and kissed me, as tenderly as ever. I revel in that kiss, his affection is like a drug to me right now and I need it with a desperation that I don’t fully understand.

Nikolai moved his hands to my breasts, squeezing them and pushing them together so that he could move his hot mouth from one Nipple to another. He kept sucking my soft buds and squeezing my breasts while fucking me hard.

I close my eyes and my hands slide up to his shoulders, finding their way into his soft and silky hair. Still sucking my nipples, he began to move back and forth causing his cock to move within me ever so slightly, sending waves of heat throughout my body.

“Ah..”

My hips were meeting his thrusts and loud moans escaping my lips, I couldn’t contain myself and gave my body completely to him. His movement grew faster, harder and then, I exploded.

“Oh…”

The orgasm ripped through my body with such force that my vision darkened for a moment.

I heard him groaning against my ear and his hands held my waist tightly while he thrust into hard. His hard thrusts had me release once again with him.

We both were breathing hard, our bodies pressed against each other, covered with sweat. For a few blissful seconds, I’m completely swamped by pleasure, by ecstasy so intense that it’s almost agonizing

He held me still, stroking my sweat-damped hair, pushing a few strands off my face. I stared at his handsome face while laid beside me. I licked my lips and stared at him with lust and desire coming back to me again.

Goddammit!

I want him,

I want more!

I want more of his kisses, his touches, his skin against mine.

I want Nikolai Vasiliev so fucking much.