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His words, possessive and devoted, make my heart race. Before I can respond, Dion grabs me and positions me so that I’m straddling him. With one hand, he unbuckles his belt and frees himself.

I feel a surge of desire as I look down at his cock, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my release. Slowly, I lower myself onto him, his thick length filling me. “Oh my God,” I moan. I take him deeper. He grips my hips, guiding me as I begin to move, our bodies finding a rhythm that feels both frantic and tender.

I ride him, hands on his shoulders for support, my eyes fixed on his. His hands travel up my back, pulling me closer, and I lean forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is perfect for me. I never want to fuck anyone else for the rest of my life.”

Our movements grow more urgent, driven by a shared need to claim and possess each other fully. The intensity builds again, each thrust of his hips sending sparks of pleasure through my body. We move together until pleasure overtakes us both.

With a final, powerful plunge, we shatter, our cries of release mingling in the air.

Breathless, I collapse against him, our bodies slick with sweat and blood.

Dion holds me tightly, his breath warm against my ear.

After a few moments, I pull back to look into his eyes, and take a deep breath. “I love you, too, Dion. When I’m with you, it feels like the world is a garden in full bloom. You make everything brighter, more beautiful. You make me feel like I can be myself, without fear or hesitation.” I reach up, gently touching his face, tracing the lines of his jaw with my fingers. “Your patience, your unwavering support—they’ve become my anchor, my refuge. With you, I feel seen, cherished, and loved in a way I never thought possible.”

Dion’s eyes glisten as he leans into my touch.

“I love you so much,” I say, my voice filled with all the emotion and certainty I’ve felt for a while. “I always have, and I always will.”

“You have no idea how much that means to me, astéri mou,” he replies, his voice raw. “You are my light, my inspiration. And I will love you forever.”

EPILOGUE

DION

Four months later

Isit on the plush couch in Dr. Goode’s office, glancing over at Aria sitting next to me. She’s fidgeting with a loose thread on the Post Malone tee I gave her on the first night we met, over two years ago. The sight of her in that shirt brings a rush of nostalgia. It’s like a snapshot of our journey together, a reminder of how far we’ve come.

I reach out and gently touch the sleeve of the shirt, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric. Aria looks up, catching my gaze, and a smile spreads across her face.

When Aria first told me about her therapy sessions, I was completely floored. We had been working in the greenhouse, enjoying a quiet afternoon, when she casually mentioned her therapist’s name. I nearly dropped the fucking petunias.

“Wait, did you just say, ‘Dr. Goode’?” I ask, my eyes widening in surprise.

Aria frowns, puzzled. “Yeah, Dr. Goode. Why?”

I try to process the coincidence. “That’s my therapist.”

She stares at me in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

I shake my head, a bewildered laugh escaping my lips. “No, I’m serious. I've been seeing her for months.”

The initial shock quickly turned into amusement. Of all the therapists in the city, we had both ended up with the same one. It was almost like some cosmic joke.

It somehow made me feel even more connected to her. It was like we had been on parallel paths, not quite meeting for a while. And now those paths had finally converged.

As we shared our experiences, I realized how much we had both grown. Finding out we were seeing the same therapist was a surprise, but it was also a blessing. It brought us closer, made us more open and honest with each other.

Dr. Goode clears her throat, drawing our attention back to her. “It’s good to see you both here together. How have things been?”

I reach out to Aria’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “It’s been great.”

Aria smiles at me before turning toward Dr. Goode. “It hasn’t been without setbacks, but with each passing day, we’re learning to build a life together that honors our past while looking into the future.”

I stare at my girl in absolute awe. Her strength, resilience and unwavering spirit leave me speechless. I am so deeply in love with her.

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