Sophia’s eyes are hot and wild, hungry and needy as she watches me. For the first time since the fire, I don’t hesitate to yank my shirt off to reveal the scars lining my left side. And she doesn’t make me feel like the beast I’ve become.
She keeps her eyes on mine as I stand before her completely undressed. My cock springs free and bobs against my thigh, hot and heavy only for her.
I haven’t felt this kind of need since before the fire. It’s been such an easy thing to forget. I don’t even remember what it feels like to sink my cock into a woman’s pussy. Don’t remember what it felt like to come.
All I imagine now is what it will feel like to experience it all with her.
The burns made it so I wouldn’t get close to anyone. Not like I really wanted to. They carried a heaviness no one wanted to deal with.
No one but her, I think, watching as her eyes rake my body. I wait for the disgust, the recoil. But neither of those things happen. Instead, her hand, inches towards her pussy, though she doesn’t touch herself—not yet.
Sophia bites her lip. “I need you, Noah.” Her chestrises and falls with each heavy breath, gaze locking on mine. “I wantyou.”
Those three words shudder through me and wash away any lingering hesitation.
“Fuck, you sound divine when you beg.” Climbing back onto the bed, I reposition myself between her heavenly thighs and nudge her entrance with the head of my dick.
Sophia makes a sound in the back of her throat, deep-brown eyes fluttering as I stroke myself through her arousal. “Are you ready for me?”
Those beautiful eyes pop open. “Always.”
I don’t think she realises the effect her response has on me.
She winds her arms around my neck as I push into her slowly, taking her heat inch by inch. “That’s it, angel, I know you can take me. Eyes on me.”
I’ve always been on the wider side, which used to serve me well in my younger years. Now, I watch her reactions, give her a moment to adjust to my size. The low groan that falls from her lips makes me want to move, to take her completely, but I wait.
I wait until she runs her fingers through my hair. “Start moving,” she says, voice low. “I need you to move.”
Her walls clench as I thrust into her, tighteninglike a vice around me. I wait a moment for her to adjust again, wait for her small nod. When she sighs, I pull out and slam into her. Each thrust is like aclaiming. Proof of what we can be when we’re together.
She meets every thrust with a roll of her hips, like her body already knows what to do, how to react. Sophia’s eyes remain on mine, bright even with the minimal light. But I don’t need light to see her.
With one hand braced by her head, I run the other down her body, taking in the soft mounds of her stomach, the heaviness of her breasts, until I reach the apex of her thighs.
“You’re going to come with me,” I murmur, every part of me tightening as I fight my release, waiting for the walls of her pussy to flutter, to tighten until she’s milking me of everything I have. “I need you to finish on me, Angel.”
Sophia digs her fingernails into my back, back bowing off the bed. “I’m so close,” she gasps.
I grunt as I begin playing with her clit. “Good. Fuck, that’s it, Angel. I need you to come now. Strangle my cock. Just like that.”
Sophia cries out as her pussy spasms with the rush of her release. My hips pump against hers in three hard thrusts before I follow her over the edge, coming hard.
Over the howling wind, all I can hear is our sharp breaths and the thundering beat of my heart.
“Noah—”
“Shh,” I whisper, pulling out slowly. “Let me clean you up, Soph.”
With the light of the fire, I take in her rosy cheeks, the flush that seems to cover her body.
It takes me only a few minutes to retrieve a wet rag and return to clean up our joined mess. When I’m done, I slide onto the mattress and bring the heavy blankets up around us while the storm worsens outside. Having her with me feels more than justright.
I know, as she curls up beside me, with absolute certainty, that I love Sophia Ridgeway, even if she could never love a beast like me.
EIGHT
SOPHIA
