Chapter 68 #2
Even in the dark, she made quick work of his pants, pulling them down in one go.
His cock stood at attention, but she ignored it for a moment, kissing along his thighs, biting down softly when he made a sound of protest. Her nose brushed along the golden curls around his base, and he let out another groan before she pulled back.
She kissed and teased him until his thighs were trembling and his fingers pulled tight in her hair.
And then she heard what she’d been waiting for.
“Please,” he practically hissed. She looked up and saw him watching her, pupils blown wide and lips parted.
“I believe last time you made me say I was sorry,” she said, grinning as his eyes narrowed.
He clenched his jaw and said nothing.
She let out a hot breath, just an inch away from his cock. It twitched, and she heard the groan rumble through his chest.
“Sorry for scaring me. Sorry for endangering your own life. Sorry for almost dying.”
“Damn you, woman,” he growled, teeth clenched. “You are the most stubborn and infuriating—”
She darted out a tongue, just licking the tip of him, and his words cut off, his head flying back against the wall with a soft thud.
“Fuck! Sorry. I’m sorry. Just—please.”
“Since you asked nicely.” She leaned forward, taking him deep into her mouth until the tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat.
He let out a shout, his fingers tightening in her hair to near pain, but he still didn’t stop her from pulling back, her tongue running along the length of him until she licked his slit.
“Fucking gods,” he said, his entire body shuddering now. She sucked his tip, watching his face as she did so, studying the tremor along his jaw and the way his eyes fluttered when she circled her tongue. “Sofia, I want—can I…?” He cradled her head between his hands, asking for permission.
She gave the smallest nod, and then he was guiding her to take his cock again.
He went slowly at first, testing how far she could go.
He was watching her so closely, reading her every expression, pulling her back the moment before it became uncomfortable.
And then he picked up his pace, and she let him, closing her eyes.
She savored the soft velvet on her tongue and the moans that fell from his lips.
Her hands were on his thighs, and she felt his muscles quivering and then tightening. He pulled her back suddenly, his breathing ragged as she blinked up at him in surprise.
“Not yet,” he said, breathless. “I want to take my time with you tonight.”
He drew a thumb across her lips, and she nipped at it, drawing out another groan.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said. “Now get on your hands and knees.”
Sofia smirked, tempted not to listen, but her body was thrumming, and she was more interested to see where this went.
Her heart beat hard in her chest—she was alive.
They were both alive. She slowly moved back, sitting on her heels as he pulled his shirt over his head, muscles on full display in the dim light.
He grabbed the fur she’d been kneeling on, spreading it out into a makeshift bed.
With a twirl of his finger, she followed his command, for once without argument.
She positioned herself facing the cave opening, away from him, the moons shining across the white snow.
The icy breeze burned against her overheated skin, and she savored the contrast.
Fox ran a hand down her spine, fingers tracing over the ridges of her scars.
She felt him kneel behind her, bending over her back as he gently kissed across the path his fingers had made.
And in that moment, she wasn’t ashamed of the scars.
They were the proof of her resilience and her strength.
Proof that she had survived, no matter how many men had tried to destroy her.
She wouldn’t let anyone break her.
“You will never submit to anyone again,” Fox said, the words murmured against her skin. “Except in the bedroom.”
She let out a small huffing laugh. “One of these days, we’ll have a bedroom.”
“Overrated,” he said.
She moaned as he moved lower, his kisses tracing a path to her very center.
He hummed against her as his tongue drew circles around her center and then her clit.
His hands gripped her, pulling her open wider and plunging his tongue deep inside.
Her arms trembled under her own weight as his tongue drew out her pleasure in small bursts and cresting waves.
Every time she thought she might at last fall over the edge, he would pull back.
By the third time, she practically yelled as he retreated from her, every nerve ending in her body trembling.
“Fox,” she breathed.
“Yes, my captor?”
“Please.”
She could almost feel his grin in the way the air shifted in the cavern. His fingers brushed across her center and then higher, his thumb pressing against her puckered hole, just hard enough to bring a shuddering moan from her.
He hummed. “Please what?”
“Make. Me. Come.” She bit the words out between clenched teeth, her body still vibrating with need.
“Such a dirty mouth,” he said, but he moved at last, fingers plunging and twisting as he licked and sucked at her clit.
And all at once, the pressure that had been building burst free.
Her muscles tensed, and she let out a long moan, her body sparking with her pleasure as it crested and crashed through her.
She could have sworn she heard a crackling in the surrounding air—a static in the cave.
Before she’d even come down, he had moved again, positioning himself behind her and pushing into her in a single thrust. There was no pain, her body taking him like they were always meant to be one. She yielded to him.
His hands wrapped around her hips, and he plunged into her over and over again.
She could tell by the way he was moving, he wouldn’t last long.
His legs were already trembling behind hers, muscles clenching with every thrust. His hand came down, twisting under her until his fingers pressed against her clit.
The pressure was all she needed, and she was crashing again.
This time, she felt him falling with her, his cock pulsing his release inside of her as he pulled her closer, draping himself across her body.
She didn’t complain, his warmth enveloping her, protecting her from the snow and cold outside.
After a moment, he slipped from her, rolling over so that they were on their sides, his body wrapped around hers.
His heart thrummed in his chest, a beat against her back.
His hand was splayed across her chest, over her heart.
They laid like that, hearts beating in sync. A reminder that they were both alive and together.