Chapter 30 #2
Almost reluctantly, she lifts one hand, and slowly starts stroking my hair. A groan comes from me, muffled by her chest, and my arms tighten around her. Sophia chuckles, continuing to gently stroke my hair without saying a word.
I never knew the arms of the woman I loathe the most, could be so peaceful.
Sophia sighs, leaning her cheek against my head, her arms wrapping around my neck. She’s not the one to show affection to people easily, and I try not to show just how much this catches me off guard.
But the realization hits me.
She’s gotten used to having me around, for more than just to fuck up each other’s lives.
She’s getting softer, warmer, and more welcoming with me.
There are a million ways to tease her about it, to provoke the angry side of her, but a part of me doesn’t want that.
Basking in Sophia’s warmth is like a piece of Heaven that’s entirely mine.
“Sophia,” I mutter her name, lifting my head to meet her eyes.
She looks back at me, with something in her eyes I can’t quite name.
It’s gone before I can even try to analyze it, but for the first time, her gaze doesn’t harden when she sees me.
She’s not looking at me with hatred, annoyance, or with that mischievous glint in her eyes whenever she’s ready to fuck me over.
Instead, she’s looking at me with something that I can only hope is affection.
“Yes, Soren?”
The tenderness in her voice makes my jaw tighten, and I pull her even closer to me, until our bodies are flush together. She gasps softly, but makes no attempt to escape my grip — not that she ever could. I always knew I’d never let her go, but this only solidified the decision.
Sophia Sloane belongs to me in all the ways that matter, and there isn’t a force on this planet that could keep me away from her.
My mouth opens, and I’m about to ask her a question, when her phone buzzes inside her bag. She reaches for the bag, pulling the device out without moving from my lap, and I can’t suppress the burst of anger when I see Damien’s name pop up on her screen.
“How many times do I have to warn you before you take me seriously?”
Sophia looks up from her phone, mid-typing a response. “Soren, he’s just thanking me for helping him study.”
I scoff, grabbing the phone out of her hands, then typing the message myself. She protests, but before she can reach it, I lock it and toss it on the opposite side of the dorm, letting it fall on Avalon’s bed.
“Hey!” She yells. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Doing what you should’ve done ages ago,” I grit out.
The familiar sight of annoyance flashes in her eyes, and she tries getting off my lap, only for me to reposition her. She’s laying on my lap, on her stomach, with a shocked gasp.
“Soren? What the hell are you doing?”
My hand travels up the back side of her thigh, reaching that irritatingly short pair of shorts, pulling them up even more, revealing her ass to me.
Before she can ask anything else, I grip her left cheek, then let it go.
Just when she thinks she’s in the clear, I let my hand fall, spanking her ass with more force than necessary.
Something between a choked moan and a terrified pant slips from her mouth, her head snapping to the side, looking up at me.
“You bastard.”
A deep, raspy growl comes from my throat, and the second smack is harder, her skin already starting to turn red. Sophia’s hand comes to grip my hand, but there’s that almost feral look in her eyes that only encourages me to go harder on her.
She’s a slut for me, and she fucking loves it.
“What did I tell you about using that fucking word, Princess?” I let my hand loose, alternating between each cheek at least a dozen times.
Tears prickle in her eyes, her cheeks getting rosy, but the moans — oh God, those sweet moans, the prettiest noises she’s making for me are the biggest ego boost.
“You,” she utters out, the breathless tone making my cock stir uncomfortably. “God, I hate you.”
“Lie louder,” I grin, spanking her again.
My hand reaches down between her legs, cupping her pussy over her underwear and shorts, only to find her soaking already.
“Let the entire fucking academy hear how much of a little slut you are for me, Princess. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re fucking drenched. ”
“That’s not,” she swallows, “I’m not…”
The denial is fucking adorable, and I can’t help but slowly rub her swollen clit over her clothes. She moans, arching her back to meet my thrusts, grinding against my finger.
“Sure you aren’t,” I laugh, pulling my finger away. Sophia whines in protest, but I am not here to tease her. I pick her up, then stand up and toss her on the bed. She lands on her back, propping herself on her elbows, staring at me with fury in her eyes.
“You damned b–thing,” she grits out, hands curling around the sheets. I kick her legs away, pulling down her shorts. Her eyes dip down as I position myself between her legs, my face a couple of inches away from her drenched pussy.
“Mmm, do you know how long I’ve wanted to eat your sweet cunt?” I murmur, blowing softly against her flesh. She shudders, her inner thighs messy. “Fuck, you’re really testing my restraint.”
“When did you ever have any?!”
“Correct,” I look up at her, grinning, then immediately lower my mouth on her heat. I grab her thighs, pulling her closer, and her legs close around my neck, caging me there. And fucking hell, if this isn’t the most addicting taste I’ve ever tried, I don’t know what is.
My tongue darts out, lapping up all of her sweetness. Sophia’s moans fill the room, my cock throbbing in my pants, leaking with precum. My eyes close as I use my tongue to lick up every single drop of her. Her hands come to my hair, gripping it tightly.
She grinds her pussy against my face, and I can’t help but groan against her skin. I tease her entrance with my tongue, slipping the tip inside, feeling her clench around it.
“Soren,” she moans my name loudly, not caring if any of the dorm supervisors can hear her, pulling on my hair, legs tightening around my neck. “Please.”
“Louder, Princess,” I pull back just a little, looking up at her. “Beg me louder. Let everyone hear you who the fuck owns you.”
Her eyes are glossy from pleasure, cheeks in a deep shade of red, her lips parted. It’s the raw, erotic state of her that makes me slowly lose my mind, starting to black out.
Sophia screams out my name, and with a deep groan, I dive back in, eating her out with utmost devotion. Fuck, the taste on my tongue is something I always want to have, the warmth, the sweetness that promises to follow into my dreams.
“Just so you know,” I mumble against her sweet flesh, lapping up all the juices. “Damien… is not going to be in good shape for a while.”
“What?” She asks, in that breathless tone of hers, but realization soon dawns on her, her eyes widening. “What did you do, Soren?!”
The accusatory tone in her voice makes my cock harden even more. “He had it coming,” I mutter. “You should be focused on my tongue, Princess, shouldn’t you?”
I push one finger inside of her, slowly thrusting in and out, keeping focus on my tongue. I swirl it around her aching clit, then suck on it roughly. Sophia’s legs tremble, her voice shaky, and even her hands are struggling to hold the grip on my hair.
For a while, Damien slips from her mind entirely, and I can’t help but grin in triumph.
“Please,” she cries out desperately. “Please, Soren.”
She begs me so sweetly, so innocently, that it makes my mind go blank. All I can think about is giving her the pleasure she needs, to ruin and corrupt her for any other men. Because there will never be anyone who will be able to give her what she needs as I do.
“Please, what? Use your words.”
“Please, make me come,” she whimpers, arching her body to feel me closer to her. “Please.”
“What a good little whore for me,” I mumble, kissing her clit softly. “That’s it, Princess. Who owns this cunt?”
“You do,” she rasps out, slowly losing her voice from all the screaming.
“The moment you even think of allowing another man near my pussy, I’ll fucking kill him. Do you understand me?”
Sophia nods, the threat lingering in the air. “Yes. Please, Soren.”
“That’s my good slut,” I moan against her flesh, then start giving her what she wants. I add a second finger, doubling my efforts, fucking her with them at a rougher pace. She clenches around my fingers, and when I curl them inside of her, she falls apart, screaming my name.
I let her ride the wave of her orgasm on my face, slurping up and drinking everything my girl gives me. Her entire body is trembling, her voice shaky as she breathes out my name in that soft tone of hers.
Once I clean her up thoroughly, she slowly untangles her legs from behind my head, lowering them on the bed. Her hands disappear from my hair, and I pull myself to my knees, staring at the red mess between her legs. Fucking adorable.
“You taste divine, Princess,” I murmur, crawling on top of her, kissing her jaw.
Sophia blushes more, looking away. “Shut up. Stop saying things like that.”
I pull back a little, enough to look at her expression. She’s biting the inside of her cheek, avoiding my gaze at all costs, and somehow, her cheeks redden even more.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden,” I tease, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “You weren’t shy when you were coming all over my face.”
“Oh, shut up, you moron.”