25. Sonya
25
SONYA
E va led me up to the second floor, and I assumed she was taking me toward my former room. After the stress of coming closer to home, seeing Oleg almost killed, then the worry of having my baby checked out after spotting blood, I’d been put through the wringer.
I would love to lie down and rest. A nap would be heavenly. But I didn’t want to put off catching up with my sister.
“Your room isn’t the same anymore,” she warned. “A small fire happened about seven years ago, and a few rooms on this side of the house were damaged.”
I shrugged, unbothered. My room would be something familiar, but I didn’t need it to ground me. Things were replaceable. Material items couldn’t matter that much after what I’d gone through. In captivity, I learned what really mattered—having the people I loved, my family.
As we entered the room now decorated as a guest suite, I took in the differences. Memories lingered in the back of my mind and I could see what it used to look like, but I wasn’t suffering a sense of loss at my room not being the same as what I recalled. Reconciling the then and now wasn’t painful.
And why would it be? I didn’t want to go back in time. I had no desire to linger in the past. I wasn’t the same young teenager I was when I’d been taken, and the items and décor that comforted me then wouldn’t hold the same value now. I valued my life, my baby, my future, and Eva seemed pleased that I wasn’t upset.
“Want me to give you a minute?” she asked gently.
“No,” Irina said bluntly as she and Kelly came in as well. “There is way too much to catch up on.”
I had a hunch I’d like this woman. “Maybe let me shower? Then we can talk some more.”
Kelly called up food, and while I showered and cleaned up, they set up a little early dinner in the dining area of the suite.
Showering felt good, but while I was under the spray of warm water, I wondered how Ben was faring with the others. I didn’t doubt him. He’d stand his own, but I knew he could very well be counting down the seconds until he’d be at my side again, just the same as I was looking forward to relaxing with him here.
Once I was dressed and relaxed, I joined Eva, Irina, and Kelly. For hours, we caught up through tears and laughter, with hard explanations and many questions. We still had a lot more to catch up on. Eleven years was a long time. Mostly, it was me and Eva speaking, but it wasn’t intrusive for Irina and Kelly to be there.
Being home was overwhelming, but in a good way. I was so content to be within these four walls again, and I embraced how full my heart felt. Irina and Kelly were welcome additions to the family I’d missed, and I was grateful they’d be there to comfort me too.
Well after the sun had set, Kelly noticed me yawning more frequently. “Maybe we can resume this tomorrow.”
I nodded, glad she was ready for a break. “I am tired.”
“I can only imagine,” Eva said.
We promised to catch up tomorrow, and they left. No sooner had they filed out of the room than Ben entered.
“How did it go?” I asked him once he closed and locked the door.
“Fine.” He strode further into the room, shedding his clothes as he went. Aiming for me on the bed, he made his intentions clear.
Just like I’d imagined, he was impatient with this distance between us. Now that he was here and staring at me with that hungry gaze, all my fatigue faded. I was alert, with my blood coursing through me faster, pushing my desire higher. My heart thumped quicker, increasing my excitement. Since I’d only put on loungewear that the other women had found for me to borrow until I got my own things, I felt exposed as it was. No bra or panties. Just soft, thin terrycloth.
When I sat up and climbed to my knees, never taking my gaze off his, I reached for the hem of my shirt.
“No.” He tossed his shirt aside and unzipped his pants. “Let me.” A gentle push of his fingers on my shoulder urged me to fall back onto the bed, and I smiled up at him. Relaxing was the last thing on my mind as he leaned down over me. As he slowly and deeply kissed me, full of need and demand, he pulled off my clothes.
All that was on my mind was him .
“I can’t wait another minute to finally see all of you.” He kneeled back on the bed, rising up so he could rake his gaze over me. Feasting his eyes on every naked inch of my body, he growled and lowered his hand to rub along my folds.
“You’ve seen me,” I replied breathily.
“Not like this. Relaxed. Safe. Without a worry about returning home or someone trying to kill you.”
I laughed lightly as he pressed his fingers deeper, penetrating me with a wicked lightness. I wanted him to pound into me and fill me like he did before. I wanted the friction and the grind. He was teasing, and I accepted it, knowing he’d treat me so well.
“Someone will always be trying to kill me. That’s part and parcel of being a Baranov.”
“And when you’re a Warner, too,” he added.
Hold on. Did he mean when I was a Warner, as in he planned to make this official between us with marriage? Or did he mean he was a Warner and he could sympathize?
“You’re thinking too much,” he taunted, lowering to kiss me again.
I gave up deciphering what he’d said and resorted to only feeling him. All of him. His drugging kisses and the stroke of his tongue alongside mine. His hands so callused and firm as they kneaded and teased my breasts. His fingers returning to my pussy where he swiped them through the wetness I couldn’t stop him from finding. This rugged man would never fail to arouse me, and it was a sweet surrender to lie back and accept it.
As he pulled back from kissing my lips, he trailed wet, hot kisses down my neck until he could suck on my nipples. I arched up, alert and surprised. “Oh!”
“Sensitive?” he teased with a naughty smirk. Still, he kissed and played with me, turning me on until I’d be on the edge of begging him to let me come. And that was just from foreplay alone. He truly was proving to be the master of my body.
“Very sensitive.” I spread my legs further apart, pushing my hips up to encourage him to focus on me there.
“Patience,” he chided.
“I don’t want to be patient.”
“But you can be. We will have all the time in the world to make love.”
I smiled, watching him as he kissed my baby bump. “Love?”
He locked his intense stare on me as he crawled further down the bed. “Yeah. Because that’s it—you’re it—for me. I love you, Sonya.”
“And I love you, Ben.” Damn, did it feel so good to say it. As sudden as it happened, it was right. “And I will never stop being grateful that you’ve saved me. In more ways than one.”
He lowered his face between my legs, kissing around my pussy as he gripped the undersides of my thighs. “And I’ll never stop being grateful that you’ve saved me too. That you’ve shown me where I belong, what my purpose is.”
At the first touch of his tongue on my clit, then his warm lips pressing against me and sucking, I hoped he didn’t intend to keep this conversation going. I couldn’t reply. Only with moans and pushing my hips up into his face as he licked and sucked at me. Those were my replies. In the show of his actions, loving me and pleasuring me, I didn’t need to ask for clarification of what he thought his purpose was.
He pushed me to come too soon. With cries of euphoria, I trembled and lay on the bed. Yet my heart was soaring, my soul was free, and I felt like I was on cloud nine.
Before I could catch my breath, I registered the dips on the mattress of his climbing back up over me. Hovering like a ravenous beast, his chin still shining with my juices, he lined his big, thick cock up to my entrance.
“I’m going to love you until the end of my days,” he vowed.
I nodded, too breathless to speak. When he nudged the tip of his dick inside me, I lost any ability to form a sentence, much less say it.
“I’m going to be a father for our child.” He drove in all the way, culminating his thrust with a deep growl and dropping his head back.
Still as he slammed into me with force, pushing me close to coming again, he kept up his promises for the future. Seeing him staring right back let me feel the sincerity of his words. This wasn’t nonsense he spewed in the heat of the moment. As he dragged along my inner walls, already so stretched and sensitive to him, he told the truth. “I’m going to marry you and make sure the whole world knows they won’t be able to harm you. Ever again.”
I cried out as I came, clenching his big dick.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he jerked once more. By the twitching of his shaft so deep inside me, we’d reached our release at the same time. Jerking slightly, he spilled his hot cum in me, and I relished the contraction of my orgasm as I milked him dry.
“I love you,” he said again, catching his breath as he lowered to me on the mattress. Without pulling his cock out of me, he rolled us so we’d face each other on our sides. The second he settled against me, he framed my face. I kissed him, swearing back all the sentiment that he’d shared.
“I love you too,” I whispered, kissing him again and holding him tight. “And I always will.”
I wasn’t only home by being back in this house after captivity. I was home in the sense of my heart being full. With him.