Chapter 34
ILIAS
Born to be Yours – Imagine Dragons
What a fucking sight to behold.
Por fin.
Sofia stood in front of him naked. Glorious. Real. And no, he wasn’t dreaming.
Every soft curve, every dip and swell of her body, bathed in warm bathroom light, it was her. And she was looking at him with the same devouring hunger he’d carried inside him for months.
Her breasts were perfect, begging to be touched, squeezed, bitten. Her thighs, strong and smooth, led to the prize he had fantasized about almost every night since they met. Her cunt glistened with anticipation, and he wanted to get on his knees and worship her.
She looked him up and down, eyes slow and sultry, and when her gaze dropped to his cock, she smirked.
Good. She liked what she saw.
And just like that, Ilias snapped. No more teasing. No more patience. No more playing it cool.
He was going to touch her, taste her, ruin her.
And then do it all over again.
“Come,” he said, voice dark and low. “Let me shower you.”
“I’m very capable of doing it myself,” Sofia said, arching an eyebrow, lips curling.
“Oh, I know you’re capable. Independent.
Brilliant.” He guided her backwards into the walk-in shower, one hand on her lower back.
“But tonight, Sofia Moretti Gómez…” He turned her around, pressing his hard cock against her ass, eliciting a moan from both of them, “I’m here to take care of you. Thoroughly.”
He didn’t turn the water on. Not yet.
He kissed her neck, slow and dragging, his right hand sliding up to pinch her nipple. Her back arched into him, pressing her ass harder against his erection.
“I’ve imagined this so many times,” he whispered.
“Touching you. Tasting you. Fingering you until you come on my hand. Fucking you slow. Or rough. With my cock. With toys. In every way you can imagine and more.” His voice was velvet and gravel all at once.
“Because I knew—I fucking knew—we’d end up like this. ”
Together.
Sofia didn’t say a word, she just moaned. Every sound she made went straight to his cock, already painfully hard.
“How many times do you want to come tonight?” he murmured against her skin.
She turned to face him, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. Her lips parted as his finger slipped between her thighs.
She was already soaked.
He hadn’t even touched her properly and she was ready to fall apart.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Wet for me before we’ve even started. You were this eager, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, voice already shaky.
“And you made me wait so long?” he teased, slipping two fingers inside her without warning.
Sofia gasped in surprise and pleasure, her whole body jerking forward. He curled his fingers just right, thumb circling her clit, and she slumped into his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut as her head dropped to his shoulder.
“You should be,” he growled, his breath hot against her temple. “Not for me, for you. Do you have any idea how good I can make you feel?”
“I’m getting a very clear picture,” she laughed breathlessly, her voice almost a moan.
He chuckled darkly, adding a third finger.
She moaned loudly.
And then started trembling in his arms.
“Come for me, habiba. Don’t hold back.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, voice ragged.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he murmured, kissing her neck again, nipping her collarbone as her hips bucked into his hand.
When she came, her legs nearly gave out. He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her steady as she gasped for air, body twitching against his.
“Was it good?” he asked between kisses, lips dragging along the sensitive column of her throat.
“Yes.” Her voice was dazed. Shaky. She turned to face him, eyes hazy with lust. “Let me touch you now.”
“We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “I have something I want to try. But you’ll need to bend over for me. Can you do that?”
She hesitated, breath hitching.
“I don’t know if I can take more…”
“Yes, you can.” He kissed her softly, gently. “I promise, I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.”
She nodded.
He turned her around and guided her hands to the shower’s safety rail.
“Bend. Just like that. Perfect.”
He finally turned on the water, and picked up the detachable shower head. He tested the settings, keeping one hand on her lower back as she adjusted to the sensation.
He started with the gentlest stream of water, aiming it directly at her clit. Her back arched immediately, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
“Too much?”
“No… it’s… god, it’s good.”
Then he dropped to his knees behind her.
With one hand holding the showerhead against her clit, his mouth found her pussy.
He licked, sucked, devoured her. Tongue deep, fingers spreading her open.
And then, his other hand slid up, his index teasing her tight asshole, slick with water and her own arousal.
“Ilias,” she whimpered. “I can’t, it’s too much.”
“You can handle it,” he murmured, breathless, against her thigh. “You deserve every second of this. You’ve been so brave. You earned this.”
Her second orgasm took longer, but when it hit, it nearly shattered her.
She screamed, full and raw, her legs trembling violently. He dropped the showerhead and caught her just before she collapsed.
He held her, water cascading over their bodies, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her neck.
Sofia straddled him right there on the shower floor, panting, her skin flushed and dripping. She looked wrecked. Beautifully ruined.
“I want to suck your cock,” she whispered, still dazed.
“Not tonight.” He kissed her nose. “We’ve got so many nights ahead. Tonight, I want you on top.”
She didn’t need to be told twice.
He laid back on the floor, letting her saddle him. She guided his cock to her entrance, both of them moaning as she slowly sank down onto him.
“Fuck,” he growled, hands gripping her hips. “You feel like heaven.”
She began to move, slow and deep at first, then faster, more desperate.
They didn’t stop kissing. They didn’t stop touching. Every inch of her moved with power, with purpose. She rode him like she was meant to be there, on top of him, owning him, loving him.
And Ilias, for the first time in years, thought: This is it.
This woman was everything.
And he never wanted her to stop.