He knelt behind her, slapped her ass, then bit into it with a low growl. “Fucking delicious.”
He dragged his fingers along her soaked folds, then slapped her ass once more, sharp, claiming.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. “Then flip you over and finish face to face. That okay?”
“Anything you want,” she gasped, meeting his eyes through the mirror. “Just don’t stop.”
He grinned, feral, hungry, and aligned himself at her entrance. With a slow thrust, he filled her. She had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan.
“Quiet, habiba,” he murmured, amused. “We don’t want the whole villa to hear.”
And then he began to move.
Powerful, deep thrusts that made her tremble. His hand reached around her to circle her clit, gentle and precise, driving her toward the edge.
Just as she was about to come, he pulled out, flipped her effortlessly onto her back, and climbed over her. Her breasts were still exposed from the dress, her hair wild, her skin flushed.
“Now,” he said, aligning again. “I want to see your face when you come.”
He slid back in, and they both moaned.
She wrapped her legs around him, arms around his neck, and kissed him hard as he thrust deeper, faster, pinning her to the bed. Every stroke hit something devastating. She whimpered, digging her nails into his back.
When he angled just right, she gasped, and he smirked.
“I know,” he said, grabbing her hand, guiding her fingers into his mouth and then between her legs. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come on me.”
Her fingers moved, slick with his saliva, and the pleasure spiked so fast it made her cry out.
“Ilias, I’m coming.”
“Sofia,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “Come undone for me.”
And she did.
She shattered around him, clenching tight as his hips faltered, his thrusts erratic as he came inside her with a low, broken groan, calling her name again and again.
Their bodies collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, tangled in limbs and heartbeat.
“You’re… everything,” he whispered against her neck. “And somehow, even more.”
She turned her face toward his, smiled through the haze, and kissed him.
Soft.
Full of all the things they hadn’t yet said.
But soon would.
38
ILIAS
STAY – Kid LAROI, Justin Bieber
He didn’t winMargaret River.
Not all waves were the same, and this time, they hadn’t been on his side. He ended up third overall, which wasn’t bad considering the swell during his heats had been practically nonexistent. Somehow, the low swell had stretched across the entire competition, and they’d all had to make do with what little the ocean offered. He’d still tried, pulling off solid maneuvers, but in the end, an Aussie wild card snatched the title. And truth be told, he wasn’t mad about that.
