Sofia didn’t hesitate. She peeled her shirt off, unbuttoned her pants, and let them fall to the floor. Now, standing naked in front of him, she let him see all of her.
His eyes darkened, raking over every inch of her like she was his next wave, something wild and worth conquering.
“That too,” she said, nodding to the towel somehow still wrapped around his waist.
He let it drop.
Sofia bit her lip hard. She shouldn’t compare—but porca troia—Thomas didn’t even come close. Ilias was thick, long, andperfect. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. She was already wet. Already aching.
And she couldn’t wait to ride him.
34
ILIAS
Born to be Yours – Imagine Dragons
What a fucking sight to behold.
Por fin.
Sofia stood in front of him naked. Glorious. Real. And no, he wasn’t dreaming.
Every soft curve, every dip and swell of her body, bathed in warm bathroom light, it washer. And she was looking at him with the same devouring hunger he’d carried inside him for months.
Her breasts were perfect, begging to be touched, squeezed, bitten. Her thighs, strong and smooth, led to the prize he had fantasized about almost every night since they met. Her cunt glistened with anticipation, and he wanted to get on his knees and worship her.
She looked him up and down, eyes slow and sultry, and when her gaze dropped to his cock, she smirked.
Good. She liked what she saw.
And just like that, Ilias snapped. No more teasing. No more patience. No more playing it cool.
He was going to touch her, taste her, ruin her.
And then do it all over again.
“Come,” he said, voice dark and low. “Let me shower you.”
“I’m very capable of doing it myself,” Sofia said, arching an eyebrow, lips curling.
“Oh, I know you’re capable. Independent. Brilliant.” He guided her backwards into the walk-in shower, one hand on her lower back. “But tonight, Sofia Moretti Gómez…” He turned her around, pressing his hard cock against her ass, eliciting a moan from both of them, “I’m here to take care of you. Thoroughly.”
He didn’t turn the water on. Not yet.
He kissed her neck, slow and dragging, his right hand sliding up to pinch her nipple. Her back arched into him, pressing her ass harder against his erection.
“I’ve imagined this so many times,” he whispered. “Touching you. Tasting you. Fingering you until you come on my hand. Fucking you slow. Or rough. With my cock. With toys. In every way you can imagine and more.” His voice was velvet and gravel all at once. “Because I knew—I fucking knew—we’d end up like this.”
Together.
Sofia didn’t say a word, she just moaned. Every sound she made went straight to his cock, already painfully hard.
“How many times do you want to come tonight?” he murmured against her skin.
She turned to face him, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. Her lips parted as his finger slipped between her thighs.
She was already soaked.
