29. Dominico
29
DOMINICO
I stand there, staring at the plane tickets in my hand, a wave of shock and disbelief crashing over me. Sofia bought these for me. For us. A surprise trip to France, a chance to escape the weight of our world and just be together, like any other ordinary couple.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath from my lungs and sending a swell of emotion rising up in my throat. All the frustration and exhaustion from my hellish day, all the dark thoughts and bitter memories that have been haunting me… they all fade away in the face of this one simple truth.
Sofia loves me, loves me enough to plan a surprise like this, to want to create new memories and experiences that are just ours. And I… I’ve been too wrapped up in my own pain, my own anger and resentment, to see it.
Luca’s taunts, his poisonous words and twisted games… they don’t matter. Not in the face of Sofia’s love, her unwavering faith in me and in us.
And I’ve repaid that love with what? With harsh words and cold dismissals, with a callous disregard for her feelings and her dreams?
Shame washes over me, hot and bitter on my tongue. Sofia was right. She didn’t call me a monster. She just wanted to understand, to be there for me in whatever way she could.
And I pushed her away, snapped at her and made her feel like she was nothing, like she was disposable and easily replaced.
God, what have I done ? What have I been doing?
I can't lose her. I can't let my own stupidity and stubbornness drive her away, not again.
I have to fix this. I have to make things right before it’s too late.
I drop the tickets on the floor and race out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I chase after the woman who holds my heart in her hands. I catch up to her just as she's about to descend the steps, my fingers closing around her wrist in a desperate, pleading grip.
“Sofia, wait,” I breathe, my voice raw with emotion. “Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me.”
She turns to face me, her eyes red-rimmed and her cheeks damp with tears. “Why not, Dom?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why should I stay when all you’ve done is push me away?”
I stand there, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m unable to speak at this moment. It’s like I’m paralyzed.
Sofia scoffs. “That’s what I thought.” She tries to pull away from me.
But I can’t let her go. Not now. Not ever.
With a determined grip, I pull her into my arms, feeling her resistance as she struggles against me.
“Let me go,” she hisses, her blue eyes cold.
But I won’t. I can’t. I press my lips against hers, pouring every ounce of passion and longing into the kiss. Sofia fights me, her hands pushing against my chest, but I refuse to relent.
I need her to understand, to feel what I feel.
Sofia’s resistance is palpable, but I will not let her go. Instead, I deepen the kiss, pouring every ounce of passion and longing into it. The taste of her lips is intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that refuses to be extinguished.
For a moment, she continues to fight me, her movements filled with uncertainty and apprehension. But gradually, almost imperceptibly, her resistance begins to wane. It’s as if she can feel my intensity, the sincerity of my intentions.
With each passing second, I feel her defenses crumbling, her body growing softer against mine. As she finally surrenders to the inevitable, I can’t help but feel a surge of triumph coursing through me.
She’s mine, and nothing will ever change that.
With tender reverence, I draw her back to the bedroom and close the door behind us. Before she can protest or try to bolt, I capture her lips again in a heated kiss as I explore every inch of her skin, my fingers tracing patterns of desire along her curves.
Sofia is exquisite, a goddess in human form, and I am utterly captivated by her. Every touch, every caress is a testament to the depth of my devotion, a silent vow to cherish her for eternity.
As our lips part from the heated kiss, Sofia’s eyes meet mine, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling within their depths. Without a word, I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bed, every step echoing with the urgency of our need.
With a hunger that borders on desperation, I lower her onto the silken sheets, my hands trailing over her skin with a possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt. There’s a fire burning within me, a primal need to claim her as mine, to show her just how much she means to me.
Sofia yanks my shirt over my head, eagerly sliding her hands over my chest as our tongues battle for dominance.
“Dom…” Sofia moans as I kiss her neck, swirling my tongue over the delicate skin as I lose myself in her essence.
But Sofia seemingly has other plans as she pushes me away, sits up, and yanks her dress up and over her head. My mouth waters at the sight of her.
Sofia wears a red lacy bra that matches her panties, her long black hair falling over her shoulders as her breasts heave. I feel my mouth go dry at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Sof,” I groan.
Sofia smirks before her hands come up to my belt, pulling me toward her for deeper kisses. My hands hungrily roam her back while she slowly unbuckles my belt. It’s not long before my pants fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs, now tight around my erect dick.
Her small, soft hands quickly stroke me through the thin fabric, and I let out a deep groan.
“Fuck, Sofia,” I hiss. “That feels so good.”
She continues to stroke me as I find the back of her bra, quickly clasping it open and dropping it onto the bed. I immediately cup her breasts with my hands as my thumbs draw circles around her nipples, earning me a low moan from Sofia.
We fall back onto the bed, and I land between her legs. I slowly make my way down her body, starting at her jaw with long, shallow kisses, then peppering her throat. My hands continue to cup her breasts, gently playing with her taut nipples.
I move my mouth lower, kissing between her breasts that cause Sofia to arch and thread her fingers through my hair. I continue to tease her, slowly kissing around her breasts before I place a nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on the strawberry colored bud.
Sofia’s body arches again, and she cries out. I pinch her right nipple between my fingers while still suckling on the other one.
“Dom—it feels— please —” Her voice is low and full of lust.
I take her in. Her eyes are closed, her black hair spread around her head on the white sheets as she moans, a look of pure bliss on her face.
She’s the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
While massaging her breasts, I start to slowly kiss my way further down her body, leaving a wet trail over her toned stomach, my tongue teasingly dipping into her belly button. My left hand stays on her breasts as my right hand slowly slides down her side, clutching her waist. Sofia arches into me again.
When I finally reach my goal, the spot where Sofia clearly wants me most, I brush my chin over her panties, making Sofia moan. I lean in, softly kissing her center, the lacy material already wet.
But I’m not finished yet. My hands come down to spread her legs wider, and I lavish hot, wet kisses to her inner thighs. I continue to kiss her thighs slowly, almost up to her knee, before turning around again and stopping at the seam of her panties.
Sofia is now panting as she tugs on my hair with one hand, the other kneading her breast. Her lips are slightly parted as she lets out incoherent moans.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever fucking seen.
“Dom… Dom… please …”
Her hips lift from the bed, arching upward, clearly wanting more.
I kiss her pussy over the material, the lacy fabric already soaked.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur before finally hooking my fingers into the band of her panties, slowly pulling the material down her thighs before I let it drop onto the floor.
“And so beautiful,” I whisper huskily as I take in the sight of her spread eagle and glistening. I lean in to kiss her pussy, tasting her on my lips.
Nothing has ever tasted so good.
I take a finger and gently brush it over her folds, earning me a heated gasp from Sofia. I repeat the motion a few times before I lean in, softly kissing her clit. I watch the tiny bud move before I take it between my lips, gently licking at it, drawing circles with my tongue.
Sofia lets out a loud, guttural moan, my name incoherently falling from her lips.
Her hand pulls on my hair as I continue to lick her clit while I tease one finger over her entrance. She’s soaking wet.
My tongue laps at her juices, licking up every last drop, the taste of her driving me crazy as I slip my middle finger inside her, making Sofia arch again, her hips lifting from the bed with a loud moan.
Pushing her hips down, I continue what I’m doing, using my tongue to draw figure eights over her trembling clit while my finger slowly picks up the pace, slipping in and out of her easily.
Her moans get louder as she pulls my head in closer. I insert a second finger, hitting her G-spot, and I can feel her inner walls trembling around me.
“Dom.”
“I’m so close.”
“Don’t stop, please .”
Smirking, I gently suck on her clit, and this is Sofia’s undoing. I feel her clench around my fingers, pulsating under my lips as she cries out a mantra of my name intermixed with different moans.
Her orgasm hits her over and over again, her entire body lifting from the sheets before she eventually collapses, my mouth still on her.
I gently pull out my glistening fingers, and with my eyes still on hers, I slowly suck them into my mouth, licking them clean one by one.
In this moment, there are only Sofia and me. As I watch her gaze at me with heavy-lidded eyes, as I crawl up her body and capture her lips again, I am overwhelmed by a profound sense of completeness, knowing that I have found my true home.