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“Do you like this?” she asked, running her tongue from his tip to his base, then back again.
“Sofia…” His voice held a warning.
“And this?” she asked, enclosing him with her mouth and drawing him all the way to the back of her throat.
He swore then, a guttural sound that was wrenched from his body.
“Put your hands on my head,” she invited, her eyes sparking with his. “Show me how you want it.”
“Sofia—,” Back to warning. “Don’t ask that.”
“Show me,” she said. “I trust you.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” She took him deep again. “I can pull away if I need to.”
He grunted and then, slowly, put his hands on her head, tangling his fingers in her hair, but he was so tentative when at first he pushed her mouth a little lower on his length.
She pulled away.
“Are you okay?” His concern for her ripped something in her chest, but she brushed it aside.
“I’m a big girl, and I’m telling you: I want this. Please,” she asked again, so his eyes glittered when they met hers, and this time, when he pulled her face down over his length, there was no hesitation. He held her right there, deep and low, and she moved her tongue against him, so he barked her name into the room. Another shift, drawing her back to his tip, leaving her there, letting her breathe before he did the same motion, and her pulse went crazy as she tasted a hint of him in her mouth.
Each movement was perfection. She loved the way it felt to have him in her mouth, filling her up. As he took over, she moved a hand between her legs, touching herself in the space there that promised utmost pleasure, and he groaned, perhaps at the sight of it.
Another curse, and another taste of his salty essence, and then he was pulling her up his body, dragging her to his mouth and kissing her, his arousal so hard between them.
“I want to come inside you,” he groaned. “Not here,” he kissed her. “But here,” and now it was his hand on her sex, so she whimpered at the possessive touch, as demanding as his hands had ended up being on her head, at her invitation.
He reached sideways, grabbing a condom and pressing it down with military speed and precision—an efficiency she sure as hell appreciated.
“But like this,” he commanded, voice rough, as he positioned her on all fours and knelt behind her, spreading her legs with his own. He brought one hand around to her most sensitive cluster of nerves, the other wrapped over her breasts, teasing them, and he drove into her from behind, in a way that filled her up, utterly and completely.
He was rough and she loved it. He fitted her so perfectly, his touch was heaven. She cried his name out over and over and the faster he went, the more he touched, the deeper her orgasm became, so eventually, she was just riding a never-ending wave of pleasure and feeling, unsure if she’d ever be able to speak again because surely this was the equivalent of some kind of sexual lobotomy.
Afterwards, it was Sofia who swore, her voice hoarse, her face hot, her body sheened in perspiration.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this,” she said, falling flat onto her stomach, pleased that he came down with her, his weight on top of hers a connection she relished.
“We have a few days to try,” he said, simply, and she told herself she was glad. That no matter how amazing things were between them in bed, it didn’t change anything. This was temporary, meaningless, and in a few days, it would all be over. Just as they’d said all along.
CHAPTER TEN
THE SUNLIGHT IN MORICOSIA was so reminiscent of Italy. Same Mediterranean, different aspect, but the warm golden light sparkled in a soft triangular prism of amber, through the open blinds of the stables. Snippets of her childhood filtered into Sofia’s mind; that same light behind her parents, as they walked, hand in hand, and she ran in a zig-zagging path behind them, her hands outstretched so she could feel the soft heads of the dandelions as she went. Early mornings, cuddled in bed, reading with a book curled in her lap, a cup of tea on her bedside table, brought by her mother. The charming, happy domesticity of her first nine years was at such total odds with what had come after, it hurt to think back on that time. The nicer the memories, the more they made her heart ache.
There was no pleasure without pain. Or rather, all pleasure, all happiness, could evaporate at any point. It was better not to seek long-term happiness; more sensible to expect nothing, ever.
She rolled onto her side, to see Ares. She didn’t know what time it was, but he was an early riser, so she didn’t fear waking him, despite the night they’d had. Yet his eyes were still shut,and his mouth a little parted, showing him to still be fast asleep. A smile curved the edge of her lips, and she lay very still, her eyes hungry for this. To simply be able to stare at his face, to run over his features, was an act she had craved. He was so beautiful, but she hadn’t had a chance to just look at him like this, and now, it was all she wanted.
Despite everything she’d just thought, she knew this was a moment of the same kind of sun-drenched happiness she’d experienced as a child. A perfect little moment, a bubble, that another person might want to reach for with both hands and grab hold of, expecting that bubble to last forever, to keep them warm and safe and shielded from life’s tragedies. But Sofia knew better. It was just a moment, and she would enjoy it now, commit it to her other precious memories, but she wouldn’t be so stupid as to hope for more.
This bubble was going to burst in a few days, but until then, she could fill the thing up with happy, happy memories, with pleasure, with joy, with the impetuosity of this secret fling. She smiled as she reached her finger out and traced the outline of his lips, so his brows drew together and he frowned a little, as though he were trying to cling to sleep, irritated at whatever was disturbing him. But then his eyes opened and landed on her and Sofia’s heart did a sharp little twist when he smiled right at her.
“Good morning.” His voice was a deep, hoarse tone. He cleared his throat a little. “You’re up early.”
“The sunlight woke me.”
