“I’ve spent nights wanting you.”
His chest rises and falls like he’s barely holding himself together. The scar on his face stands out starkly in the low light filtering through the tinted windows. For a long moment, he doesn’t touch me—just drinks in the sight of me tied open for him in the middle of nowhere, the Aegean wind whispering against the car like it’s jealous.
A breath slips past my trembling lips, Reth sliding a hand up my spread thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive crease where leg meets hip. He spreads me even wider, eyes locked on my bare pussy like it’s the only thing anchoring him to this earth.
“You have no idea what you are to me.” He licks his lips like he’s already tasting me. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you likethis—open, trembling, letting me have you even when I don’t deserve it.”
He drags two fingers through my folds, spreading my wetness from clit to entrance and back again. The slick sound fills the car. My hips twitch helplessly, but the panties binding my wrists keep me exactly where he wants me.
One finger is all he gives me—deep, curling, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb circles my swollen clit with agonizing patience. Pleasure coils low and heavy in my belly, thick and molten.
I moan, breasts heaving with every ragged breath.
He watches me the entire time, eyes glassy with something that looks dangerously close to worship.
“I can’t lose this,” he breathes, pumping his fingers slow and deep. “I can’t lose the only thing that ever made me want to be more than the monster they made me. You feel that?” Another finger, another curl, another devastating stroke. “That’s me coming home. That’s every broken piece of me trying to fit inside the only soul that ever fit me back.”
My thighs start to shake. The pressure builds, sharp and sweet and overwhelming. I’m so close—right there on the edge—when he removes his fingers with an obscene squelch.
“Don’t torture me,” I beg, and I don’t even sound like me. “I need you, Reth. I need you inside me.”
He makes a low, broken sound in his throat, almost pained, and reaches between us. The blunt head of his cock nudges my soaked entrance, sliding through my folds once, twice, coating himself in my wetness.
Then he pushes in.
One long, relentless thrust.
The stretch is devastating. Perfect. Overwhelming. I feel every thick inch as he sinks deeper, forcing my walls to part around him until he’s buried to the hilt. A raw, helpless gasp tears from my throat. The fullness is almost too much—every nerve still singing from the denied orgasm.
Reth stills for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged.
“You make me want to be worthy of something this good,” he whispers.
Strong arms wrap around my back, fingers hooking over my shoulders. He thrusts upward, pulling me down onto him, and starts to move.
Slow at first. Deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. Each stroke is deliberate, like he’s savoring the way my walls grip him, the way my body welcomes him home after so long apart.
But hunger wins.
His movements become faster, messier, more desperate—the slow savor shifting into the raw collision of lust. The lace binding my wrists bites into my skin with every snap of his hips. My breasts bounce between us as he fucks me harder, hands on my waist, grinding me down onto his cock.
My moans climb higher, louder, until they’re almost sobs. That deep, coiling pressure builds again—tighter, impossibly tighter—with every relentless thrust.
“Look at me.” His fingers bracket my throat and squeeze, just enough to make every breath feel claimed. “When you come, I can't believe I'm the one who did that to you. That I'd be capable…that you'd let me.” His grip tightens slightly. “So I wanna watch you come every. Damn. Time.”
Our eyes lock. His thrusts stay deep and punishing, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips. Pleasure ignites. My thighs start to shake again. I’m so close, teetering right on the edge.
Reth feels it. He tightens his grip on my throat and gives one final, devastating grind.
“Come for me, Cherry-red,” he breathes. “Let me feel you fall apart while I’m inside you. Let me remember what it feels like to be wanted this much.”
I shatter with a broken cry of his name, walls clenching hard around his thick cock as the orgasm rips through me. Wave after wave crashes over me, my whole body convulsing in the restraints, tears slipping down my cheeks from the intensity of it. He fucks me through it—deep, relentless—drawing out every last pulse and tremor until I’m a trembling, oversensitive mess around him.
Only then does he let go of the last thread of his control.
His thrusts turn harder, chasing his own release while he holds me through the aftershocks.
“Sophia,” he groans, voice raw. “My…Sophia.”
