Jesus soph.” A shaky sigh fell from Sophia’s lips and he deepened the kiss, his lips fierce and hungry and desperate as he devoured hers.
“You don’t how starved I’ve been for this mouth after the last time”
He pushed her head closer and the sound of the fork clattering to the tray filled the air but the suction of their lips made more sound and he groaned, pushing a tress of her hair behind her ear as his lips glided down her jaw peppering kisses.
“Luc…a”
“Hmm” he rubbed his nose on hers, his fingers moving smoothly to her shoulder and he bent over to kiss it, the spaghetti strap of her sun dress slipping off.
“So soft” he kissed her shoulder and Sophia moaned, lifting her hand to put on his head dragging him closer.
He bit her shoulder and she threw her head back, the foreign sensation of a man’s lips on her skin for the first time annihilating every thought on what was right about what the hell she was doing with her father’s murderer.
“I’ve never felt skin as soft and smooth as yours soph” he kissed his way to neck and bit it, the carnal urge to mark her burned through his veins and every pore of his body.
He wanted…no, needed her so bad.
He would beg if that was what she wanted, he would worship at her altar, kiss the ground she walked on and her feet she used to walk on the ground.
“You’re so sweet” he licked her neck, pulling her close to his body, to feel anything he could have within reach.
She was panting, her breath coming so fast, he kissed her neck murmuring words to her ear before biting it.
“Why?”
Why her?
Someone he could never have even if he sacrificed and laid his heart to her feet.
She might stomp on it and go her way.
“Luca..please” her hands dragged his head up and their eyes locked, hers conveying so many things and his asking too many questions she didn’t have answers to.
“Kiss me…please. Just touch me” she purred, kissing the side of his lips.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to disgrace herself yet on her clumsiness and how inexperienced she was on everything pertaining to sexuality.
She was dying to be touched and needed to feel that high and bliss from being the sole attention of someone.
She didn’t know what it felt like when a man wanted you.
A real man, the boys in her college and high school were always laughing and calling her a saint and goody-two-shoes for not starting a kiss and leaping at every opportunity to end every make out session.
She was called so many names.
A prude and frigid bitch for one which was the most and they all deterred her the more to stay away from the male genders.
Her mind tried not going back to the time when they had played a game in one of her classmates house and she was asked truth or dare and she had inadvertently said dare before saying truth.
She was then asked if she’d been kissed before while being bent over having sex and that had been the height of her life when she hadn’t even had her first kiss then and everyone laughed at her from her silence to the question.
She wasn’t a prude or a frigid bitch.
She…just didn’t like when those boys touched her and wanted what everyone wanted. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Her virginity.
Or on their graduation night when everyone was losing their virginity, going home and booking hotel rooms with boys and she wanted to go home so badly feeling so uncomfortable and displaced in the sea of horny teenagers.
She wouldn’t lie to say she didn’t feel horny or wanted to have sex, she was like every girl that wanted to lose it at every turn and catcalls of boys but she never found anyone important enough to give it up to until now.
“Please…” she begged, pressing her front against Luca’s bandaged chest.
He could still feel the pointed pucker of her nipples from her dress.
“Just…just touch me” she licked her lips that’d gone dry.
Luca shifted back to study the woman before him and reached out, gliding the back of his hands on her face.
So soft and smooth.
Days of pent up stress and frustration staying holed up in this room broke through and he tugged her face down by her nape.
“We can’t go back from whatever we’re about to go through. I hope you know that” she nodded whimpering when he pulled her hair, he pulled again and she whimpered his name angling her neck for him to kiss.
Which he did, kissing and biting, knowing hickeys and bruises was the outcome and that was what he wanted.
For everyone to know who she belonged to.
He caressed her nose with his, his hot breath fanning her neck.
He sucked on her neck and she purred.
He groaned, letting her go to sit up.
Grabbing hold of her shoulders, he wrenched the both sides of her dress down “this needs to go” he growled and she nodded.
“Yes” she helped him drag it down to her waist, all the while his eyes never left the pink bud that’d sprung free when she tugged the dress down.
Jesus.
He was so transfixed and mesmerized by her body.
He brought his hands to touch them, his thumbs sailed over her nipples and he pinched them.
Sophia arched her back and moaned.
Her eyes closed and her head tilted up with her hand in her hair.
She was ethereal and sexy.
His eyes traced over the curve of her tiny waist that he would love to hold on to as he rammed his…
That was too far.
Sophia was here and he was too.
He would gladly take anything she gave to him.
“Touch me Luca” Sophia whined jutting out her chest for him and he laughed, so dark Sophia’s eyes flew open to the man before her who was clothed in bandage.
She now realized how wanton she had behaved, baring and begging Luca to touch her like a horny bitch.
A cold shiver went through her, awareness and shame with guilt of trying to use an injured man to fulfill her sexual needs surged within her.
“I…I’m sorry” she edged backwards, unsure of what to do.
Her heart pounded with the deep glower that had risen on Luca’s face and he hurled her by the arm she was trying to use to cover her breast into his lap.
“Don’t. Don’t ever cover yourself around me. You’re beautiful and—”
“Why did you laugh?” This was the question she keenly wanted to ask.
His laugh had sent chills down her spine.
So dark and cold like he hadn’t been here just now with her.
It scared her.
Luca dragged his teeth over his bottom lip as his eyes darkened, so engulfed in her gaze as she bit her lips.
His nose flared and he pushed her down on the bed.
A curse left his lips aware of how he was stretching his injured hands.
His eyes fleeted down his chest and saw the watery discharge was soaking his bandages.
He was getting a clean one after now though he had just this morning.
Turning to the woman who now lay face up, her eyes swimming with questions of what he was about to do.
Well, she would wait and watch what was going to unfold on her body.
“You said you wouldn’t beg”