Page 18 of Forsaken Promises
We stumble toward the bed, our hands tearing at each other’s clothes, our mouths never breaking contact. I fall back against the soft mattress, pulling him down on top of me, and the weight of his body against mine is like coming home.
I know I will regret this in the morning. I know I will hate myself for giving in to this weakness, for letting him back into my heart and my bed.
But right now, I don't care.
Right now, all I want is to lose myself in him, to feel his touch and the heat of his skin against mine.
Tomorrow, I will be strong. Tomorrow, I will remember all the reasons I can never let myself love him again.
But tonight… tonight, I am weak.
And in my weakness, I find a twisted kind of strength.
The strength to take what I want, to seize this moment of pleasure and damn the consequences.
Even if it destroys me in the end.
8
DOMINICO
Seeing Sofia break down in my arms, her body shaking with sobs, shatters something inside me. The walls I’ve built around my heart, the defenses I’ve erected to keep her out… they crumble to dust in the face of her pain.
In that moment, I realize I would do anything to ease her suffering, anything to take away the anguish that haunts her eyes and the grief that weighs down her soul.
And when she looks up at me, her blue eyes shimmering with tears… I kiss her.
It’s a kiss born of desperation, of a need so profound that it overwhelms every other thought and feeling. Her lips are soft and pliant beneath mine, and the taste of her, God, the taste of her is just as intoxicating as I remember.
She hesitates for only a moment before melting into me, her body molding to mine like it was made to fit there. And suddenly, all those old feelings come rushing back, a tidal wave of emotion that crashes over me and pulls me under.
I want her. I want her with a ferocity that takes my breath away, with a hunger that consumes me from the inside out. I thought I had buried those feelings long ago, that I had snuffed out the flame of my desire for her the day I shattered her heart.
But now, with her in my arms and with the heat of her skin seeping into mine… that flame roars back to life, burning brighter and hotter than ever before.
Our kiss turns frantic, desperate, our hands tearing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy of need. I back her toward the bed, my lips never leaving hers, my fingers tangling in her silky hair.
We fall onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, our bodies moving together. I worship her with my hands and my mouth, tracing every curve and hollow of her body.
Sofia’s legs spread slightly, allowing me to slip two fingers into her wet core with ease. I pump my fingers in and out of her quickly while my thumb circles her clit. I can hear her breathing get heavier as she gets close to the edge.
She cries out as she reaches her climax, her inner walls clenching around my fingers. I smirk as I slide them out of her. Her eyes glitter as she watches me suck on my fingers. I nearly moan at how good she tastes.
Fuck, I missed this. I missedher.
Before she can say anything, I thrust into her wet pussy, filling her, claiming her as mine. She arches beneath me, her nails digging into my back as she cries out, her breasts heaving. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of her tight heat enveloping me, the sounds of her gasps and moans filling my ears.
It’s like coming home, like finding a piece of myself that I never knew was missing. In this moment, with Sofia writhing beneath me, her face contorted in ecstasy, I feel whole in a way I haven’t in years.
We move together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us. Each thrust, each roll of my hips, each slide of skin against skin, sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, building and building until I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion.
And then, with a final cry, Sofia shatters in my arms, her inner walls clenching around me like a vise. The sensation is too much, too intense, and I follow her over the edge, my own release pulsing through me in waves of pure, unadulterated bliss. My thrusts become sloppier and shallower as I finish riding out my high, nearly blacking out from the intensity of it.
As we lie there, our bodies still tangled together, I feel a sense of euphoria wash over me. The way Sofia responded to my touch, the way she came undone in my arms several times… it gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to move past our issues. That we can build something real and lasting together.
But then, just as quickly as the moment began, it ends.
Sofia pulls away from me, rolling off the bed and grabbing her pillow. She turns to me, her eyes cold and hard, all traces of the passion we just shared gone.
