Chapter 7
Sofia
Sofia looked at Zaraq with wide eyes. The desire she felt coiling in her belly released itself in pulsating waves and liquid torrents.
“Stay with me,” she whispered.
Immediately, his mouth swooped down to capture hers in a passionate kiss that left them both gasping for breath.
He pulled away, only slightly, his eyes glistening with a wild light that matched the rawness inside her. “Are you sure?” he asked. His voice was rough and filled with a potent mix of fear and longing.
Sofia nodded, her gaze never wavering from his. “More than I’ve ever been sure about anything.”
As if propelled by an invisible force, Zaraq wrapped his arms around her, lowering his mouth onto hers once more. This time, the kiss was slower but equally explosive, a searing exchange that left Sofia breathless and wanting more.
He cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on her cheeks as he looked into her eyes.
Slowly, gently, he removed her dress, tossing it on the floor before stepping out of his own clothes.
There was no urgency now, only a languid exploration as Zaraq’s skilled fingers traced over Sofia’s curves, worshiping every inch of her with a reverence that brought forth soft moans from her lips. His eyes held hers captive, their dark depths mirroring the passion that was simmering between them.
Sofia reciprocated his touch, her hands running across the sinewy muscles of his chest, down to his waist, and back up again. She marveled at the sensation of hard and soft beneath her wandering hands.
“Zaraq,” she moaned as his mouth found her neck, setting off a trail of fire down her spine. She arched against him, their bodies molding perfectly together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming together. Their rhythm became one of need and desire, slow and deliberate.
Zaraq gently nudged her toward the bed, their lips never parting for more than a second. He lowered Sofia onto the soft mattress before resting his weight on top of her.
Their eyes locked once again, and Sofia saw in Zaraq’s gaze an intensity that shook her to the core. His lips found hers again in a fervent kiss and then moved lower, leaving hot trails on her skin.
His head dipped between her thighs. Sofia gasped, her fingers threading through his hair as his mouth explored her intimately.
Zaraq’s name tumbled from her lips, a heady mantra that filled the room with its intensity. His fingers dug into her hips as she bucked under the onslaught of pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut and her heart racing
She was unraveling, becoming undone under his touch, and she loved it. Her fingers tangled in his hair, encouraging him to continue as indescribable pleasure pulsed through her veins.
He continued to lavish her folds with attention. Every stroke of his tongue had her arching her back with the intensely passionate sensations he was drawing from her body.
“Zaraq,” she gasped once more, her body convulsing as an exquisite wave of pleasure crashed into her, leaving her trembling and breathless. Her fingers tightened their grip on his hair, anchoring her to him as her world spun.
With a final fervent kiss that left an impression of his adoration for her, he trailed his way back up her quivering body. Their eyes locked, the wild desire mirrored in each amplified by the intimacy they had just shared.
Reaching between them, Zaraq positioned himself at her entrance. She stiffened beneath him momentarily. He stilled, his gaze searching hers once more.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice a bare whisper in the silent room. The question was not one of formality but a genuine concern for her comfort.
Sofia smiled, the raw vulnerability in his gaze melting any lingering hesitation she had felt. She reached up to cup his cheek with reassurance in her touch. “I’m sure, Zaraq.”
Emboldened by her affirmation, he slowly pushed forward, both gasping at the new intimacy created between them. Sofia’s grip on him tightened as he filled her completely. A moment of discomfort was quickly replaced by a fierce pleasure that made her toes curl.
Their rhythm was slow at first, each thrust measured and careful as they explored this novel sensation together. Soon, though, the slow rhythm morphed into something more urgent and primal as desire took hold of them once again.
His mouth found hers in another searing kiss as he moved within her. Her arms, draped around his neck, pulled him closer as the intensity of their coupling grew. Inch by inch, thrust after delicious thrust, Zaraq claimed Sofia for his own.
“Zaraq,” she moaned again, her voice hitching as that delicious pleasure began to coil tighter within her. Her body moved with his, instinctively matching his rhythm and pace. Zaraq’s grip tightened on her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust until Sofia swore she could feel every beat of his heart against her skin.
“Sofia,” he groaned in response, a desperate plea in his voice that mirrored the raw passion flickering in his eyes. His teeth grazed her lower lip before capturing it in a heated kiss
Zaraq’s movements became more assertive, driven by the intoxicating dance their bodies were engaged in. Sofia arched beneath him, her nails digging into his back. Each thrust drowned her in waves of pleasure that she didn’t know existed.
She wound her legs around his waist, allowing him to delve deeper. Their breaths became ragged and frantic, echoing the fervor that had consumed them.
He lowered his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. His tongue teased the pink bud into a hardened peak. Sofia let out a strangled gasp, her fingers knotting in his hair.
The sensation of his tongue circling and flicking her nipple sent sparks of pleasure racing down her spine, pooling between her legs. His hand unerringly found its way to her other breast, his palm caressing and kneading the supple flesh.
His body was a solid weight against hers, every flex of his muscles an exquisite promise of the pleasures that awaited them.
The pleasure within her was building, a crescendo of sensations that consumed her entire being. She could feel herself spiraling toward the precipice, teetering on the edge of a fiery abyss.
As if sensing her imminent climax, Zaraq’s grip on her tightened. He held her firmly as he increased his pace, each thrust driving them closer to their mutual undoing.
His name fell from her lips, her voice shaky and breathless. “Zaraq. Please don’t stop.”
There was no response from him except for a low growl that rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her. His movements became more frenzied, a relentless assault on her senses that left her gasping for air. The rhythm they had established earlier was now forgotten as pleasure took over them completely.
Zaraq’s groan was half swallowed by Sofia’s lips as they kissed, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself. His fingers flexed against her skin, a gentle reminder of his presence as he moved in sync with the beat of her heart.
His heat enveloped her, his body pressed against hers, every inch of him branded onto her skin. Sofia blinked up at him through a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending alive and tingling. Her breath hitched as Zaraq leaned down to capture her lips with his once more.
She responded with an eagerness that matched his own, her tongue tangling with his. Every stroke brought forth a new wave of pleasure until Sofia thought she might shatter from the intensity.
“Zaraq,” she whispered against his lips, the name sounding almost like a plea. He answered her with another bruising kiss, his lips moving against hers with a raw need that matched hers. The heat between them was palpable, a fiery connection that threatened to consume them both.
She felt her whole body tense as her orgasm swelled within her. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he moved within her. Each stroke was deliberate, each thrust calculated to push her higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Her climax washed over her in a rush of pure ecstasy, a blinding white light that consumed every inch of her being. Her grip on Zaraq tightened as she rode out the waves of pleasure, each one more intense than the last.
Zaraq groaned against her lips, and his movements became more erratic as he chased the impending climax.
Finally, with a few final thrusts, she felt his warm seed spill into her and fill her. In his arms, she felt like she had found a perfect fit.