Her eyes are glossy from pleasure, cheeks in a deep shade of red, her lips parted. It’s the raw, erotic state of her that makes me slowly lose my mind, starting to black out.
Sophia screams out my name, and with a deep groan, I diveback in, eating her out with utmost devotion. Fuck, the taste on my tongue is something I always want to have, the warmth, the sweetness that promises to follow into my dreams.
“Just so you know,” I mumble against her sweet flesh, lapping up all the juices. “Damien… is not going to be in good shape for a while.”
“What?” She asks, in that breathless tone of hers, but realization soon dawns on her, her eyes widening. “What did you do, Soren?!”
The accusatory tone in her voice makes my cock harden even more. “He had it coming,” I mutter. “You should be focused on my tongue, Princess, shouldn’t you?”
I push one finger inside of her, slowly thrusting in and out, keeping focus on my tongue. I swirl it around her aching clit, then suck on it roughly. Sophia’s legs tremble, her voice shaky, and even her hands are struggling to hold the grip on my hair.
For a while, Damien slips from her mind entirely, and I can’t help but grin in triumph.
“Please,” she cries out desperately. “Please, Soren.”
She begs me so sweetly, so innocently, that it makes my mind go blank. All I can think about is giving her the pleasure she needs, to ruin and corrupt her for any other men. Because there will never be anyone who will be able to give her what she needs as I do.
“Please, what? Use your words.”
“Please, make me come,” she whimpers, arching her body to feel me closer to her. “Please.”
“What a good little whore for me,” I mumble, kissing her clit softly. “That’s it, Princess. Who owns this cunt?”
“You do,” she rasps out, slowly losing her voice from all the screaming.
“The moment you even think of allowing another man near mypussy, I’ll fucking kill him. Do you understand me?”
Sophia nods, the threat lingering in the air. “Yes. Please, Soren.”
“That’s my good slut,” I moan against her flesh, then start giving her what she wants. I add a second finger, doubling my efforts, fucking her with them at a rougher pace. She clenches around my fingers, and when I curl them inside of her, she falls apart, screaming my name.
I let her ride the wave of her orgasm on my face, slurping up and drinking everything my girl gives me. Her entire body is trembling, her voice shaky as she breathes out my name in that soft tone of hers.
Once I clean her up thoroughly, she slowly untangles her legs from behind my head, lowering them on the bed. Her hands disappear from my hair, and I pull myself to my knees, staring at the red mess between her legs. Fucking adorable.
“You taste divine, Princess,” I murmur, crawling on top of her, kissing her jaw.
Sophia blushes more, looking away. “Shut up. Stop saying things like that.”
I pull back a little, enough to look at her expression. She’s biting the inside of her cheek, avoiding my gaze at all costs, and somehow, her cheeks redden even more.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden,” I tease, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “You weren’t shy when you were coming all over my face.”
“Oh, shut up, you moron.”
THIRTY-ONE
With a yawn, I slump into my bed. The softness of the mattress, the familiar scent of my sheets, and the thick duvet make me relax almost immediately. I’m tired beyond belief, and I’m finally done with all of the exams.
Colton supervised all of them, alongside a couple of professors, and they were able to see that not only did I not cheat during the first exams, but I also had no time to cheat this time around, either.
I was too absorbed in solving all the problems, pulling the answers out of my head, to even notice the clock ticking on the wall. The first couple of exams were two days ago, and the rest were split into yesterday and today. I’m officially done, and the results will be on the board by tomorrow morning, just in time before everyone returns for the second semester.
My phone rings on the bedside table, and with a groan, I roll over, grabbing it, peeling one eye open to see who it is. It’s the group chat, and I pick up the FaceTime call, propping the phone against the lamp so I wouldn’t have to hold it.
However, I’m fucking worried about Damien. When he took the exams, his hand was entirely bandaged, as if his fingers were broken. His nose looked terrible, he was bruised all over, and his lip was split. He was avoiding me, too.
I know it’s Soren’s doing, and I can’t help but feel anger. Jealousy is one thing, but beating the shit out of Damien for no reason? It’s crossing the damned line, and I’m trying to figure out how to prevent him from doing something similar again, without poking the bear too much. Who knows what Soren’s prepared to do when it comes to me?
