Fucking me raw and hard.
He’s whispering something in my ear between his breathes, but I can’t make it out. My entire body is red hot and my mind is miles away.
Nothing else exists, nor does it need to.
The way his body moves against mine, the way my own body grinds and rubs back against his—his chest, his thighs—it’s all so warm, wet, and perfect.
Perfect, perfect. I keep repeating this word in my head over and over and over. It’s the only one that makes any sense.
Tears gather in my eyes, and I don’t stop them from falling. I let them drip down my face as the pressure builds up in my groin.
Suddenly, I’m dropped onto the bed, on my stomach, and Soren is on top of me. He humps me, his cock barely leaving my ass with each one, and I feel his cum fill me up. Each spurt of cum makes me shudder in pleasure.
I feel myself close too, but I don’t come yet.
Not even as he rocks his hips against me while still inside of me, massaging me even deeper.
The sounds Soren makes, guttural and low, are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. No man or woman, or person, has ever been as genuinely sexy and beautiful as he is in this moment.
As he pulls out of me and falls onto his back. I slowly manage to roll onto my side.
He’s panting for air, but seems to notice that I haven’t come yet. The next second his mouth is around me.
Seeing Soren Fiorelli sucking my cock is enough to send me over the edge. Not his soft mouth, not his tongue swirling around the head of my dick, but just…him.
I come into his mouth three seconds later and he swallows it down without a word.
My entire body tenses and releases with a hard shiver that puts me half to sleep.
I can’t open my eyes. I can’t do anything but lay there. I don’t know how I’m even laying until I feel Soren’s arms around me. His chest against me.
I nuzzle my face into his shoulder, and our legs tangle together.
The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is his voice saying,
“Mine.”
Soren has to get back home to deal with the damage he caused. Though, he’d probably say it’s part my damage as well. I’m not the one who tried to kill me and then saved my ass.
As far as I’m concerned, I did nothing wrong.
At least when it comes to that.
However, as I sit all alone fresh out of a shower, next to a pile of blood-soaked clothing, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. A feeling of disgust and sadness fills my chest.
Sex with Soren was the best thing I had ever felt in my entire life.
It was so passionate and real. So safe, somehow. Except it wasn’t, was it?
Could it really be safe when the man that was holding me down to the bed, spanking me with his belt, was also the same man who threatened to kill me? Whose uncle literally had an entire plan about bringing my family down?
“Fuck,” I mumble and put my head in my hands.
How can I be so stupid?
Soren says he’ll get it figured out, but will he? Not to mention, can I even promise my loyalty to him, when he can’t promise his to me? Not entirely. His family, at least Eivor, still wants me gone so that they have an easier time taking over.
Good fucking luck with that.
