“You should have told me,” I say softly, my voice cracking. “You should have trusted me to help you.”
“I was scared,” she whispers. “I was so scared, Luka.”
Sophia’s sobs grow louder, and I pull her closer, my embrace becoming more tense. It’s hard, almost desperate, a clash of emotions that I can’t put into words. My arms are like steel bands around her, and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, as fast and frantic as my own.
Slowly, her body starts to relax, her sobs turn into whimpers, and I feel her melt into me. It’s as if she finally realizes that in all the chaos, in all the betrayal and hurt, this is what she needs.
She’s beautiful, even now, with her eyes red from crying, her body trembling.Blyat, she’s gorgeous, and I can’t help but appreciate that. A natural beauty, no frills, no artificial shit, just pure, unfiltered Sophia. My heart’s pounding, and I’ve got a feeling in the pit of my stomach that’s a strange mix of desire and anger.
Her eyes, wide and filled with tears, look up at me. “So, are you going to kill me now?” she asks.
“Kill you?” I bark out a laugh. I lean in so close that I can feel her breath on my skin. My voice is low, a growl, a promise, a damn possession. “Krasotka, from now on, you belong to me,” I say. Her eyes widen, and she swallows hard, but she doesn’t look away. She knows I mean it, every fucking word. “And I’ll kill anyone who dares to hurt you. That’s my promise to you,” I say, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before moving down to her tear-streaked cheek.
“But why?” She whispers.
“Because despite this fucked-up world I'm in,” my voice breaks, “you've become my anchor, Sophia. “You’re the one thing I didn’t know I needed.”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb. “I’m terrified, Luka. Of this world, of the pain, of losing myself.”
"Promise meKrasotka, no more lies or hiding anything from me, understand?" As I gently touches her cheeks, tracing my thumb over her lips, I can feel myself growing hard.
I want her- bad.
“I- I promise..” Her words stop abruptly as my lips crash against hers. Her hands quickly move to my chest, gripping my shirt tightly.
"You make me lose control," I murmur, feeling her lips quiver against mine. "Damn, I've been dying for this," I say, the desire in my voice as clear as day.
She pulls back slightly, gasping for air. "I... I can feel that." Her eyes locked onto mine.
Fuck. I am rubbing my cock in my pants.
Running my fingers along the cotton neckline of her dress, feeling the cool fabric and the curves of her body underneath. With a gentle tug, I loosen the belt at her waist and let it fall open. Her full, soft tits were now on display, eager for my touch.
Her tits are perfect, perfect size, perfect shape, perfect swelling, perfect areolas, perfect looking.
Perfect. oh fuck, perfect.
I greedily grasped them with my hands, squeezing her nipples with my finger.
"Luka!" she whimpers timidly. "We shouldn't..."
“Shouldn’t what?” Ignoring her protests, my rough hands trail lower, tugging her dress up to reveal her glistening pussy, ready for me.
“Ah..” Her eyes flutters close and a soft moan escape her lips.
I press two fingers inside her, drawing a throaty moan from her delicate lips.
“Fuck..” she begs urgently, her beautiful body trembling slightly as I thrust my fingers deeper.
"Oh.. what if someone… comes back in?" She glances nervously towards the door, but her eyes widening in desire.
I reach down and unzip my pants. The leather folds back and my cock springs from under the fabric, like a jack-in-the-box.
I growl, "No chance of that."
I don't wait for an argument.
I plunge into her warmth and we both moan. I grip her hips, savoring the candy of her lips as I fuck her slow and deep.
