Her fingers curl tighter in my hair as she pulls me back into her kiss, lips bruising against mine, her tongue hot and demanding.
She catches my lower lip between her teeth, causing a sharp, teasing sting that ignites something deep and primal within me—a spark to dry kindling, a challenge wrapped in heat. It surges through me, dark and undeniable, demanding to be answered.
I press harder into her, feeling the soft curves of her body mold against me, the heat of her seeping into my skin. My hands roam, gripping her waist, her hips, sliding down to cup the perfect curve of her ass.
Our clothes come undone quickly, until she’s got nothing on but her flimsy lace panties.
But then, just as I’m about to take more, she shoves against my chest.
I barely have time to process before she switches things on me.
Sofia pushes me backward, stepping forward with that same fire in her eyes that drives me insane.
"You think you’re in control?" she murmurs, voice thick with desire, hands already working at my belt.
I smirk, watching her sink to her knees. "I always am, sweetheart."
She lets out a dark little laugh, shaking her head. "Not tonight."
And then she unzips me, pulls me free, and wraps her hand around my already aching cock.
A groan rips from my throat as her fingers tighten, slow and teasing.
She flicks her gaze up, lips curling as she pumps once, then twice.
"You talk so much," she purrs, leaning in, letting her warm breath ghost over my sensitive skin. "Let’s see if I can shut you up."
And then she takes me into her mouth.
Fuck.
Heat. Wet, velvet heat, lips sealing around me as she sinks down inch by inch.
My head falls back against the wall, a sharp exhale leaving my lips as she sucks hard, tongue swirling around the head of my cock before sinking lower. My hands find her hair, threading through the silky strands as she works me, teasing me, drawing me deeper into the wet heat of her mouth.
I glance down, and the sight of her—on her knees, eyes locked onto mine as she takes me deeper—sends a raw, feral need surging through me.
"Just like that," I grind out, jaw clenching as she hollows her cheeks, pulling back slowly, teasing me before sinking down again.
She hums around me, and the vibration shoots straight through my spine.
"Fuck, Sofia," I growl, tightening my grip on her hair. "You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?"
She pulls off me with a slick pop, her hand gliding slow, coated in her own spit. "Of course I do," she murmurs, her eyes dark with fire. "I want you undone. Shattered. I want to watch you come apart for me."
Jesus.
I let out a harsh breath, barely holding on, barely resisting the urge to fuck her mouth the way I know we both want.
"Open," I demand, voice rough, my thumb grazing her swollen lower lip.
She smirks, then obeys.
5
SOFIA
Five Years Ago
