Chapter 37
SOFIA
La Salvaje – Paula Mattheus
Alejandra and Sofia lingered on the couch in the villa, heads tipped back, eyes on the stars scattered across the sky. They were quiet, both dazed with sleep and nostalgia, wrapped in a cocoon of memories. It reminded Sofia of their younger days, wild, messy, free.
Alejandra had stayed that way. Sofia was only just now finding her way back after years in the academic cage.
“How’s Antonio?” Alejandra asked sleepily, eyes fluttering as she leaned into the cushions.
“Papà’s fine… or so they say. You know how it is. I don’t know if they’re sugarcoating the truth, or if he really is doing well.”
“Did you tell them about Ilias?” Her voice dropped with curiosity. “That the whole fake boyfriend thing isn’t so fake anymore?”
“I sent them a message,” Sofia replied, stretching. “Surprisingly, they weren’t shocked at all.”
“Jamie’s going to be ecstatic.” Alejandra snorted. “More clicks. More brand deals. More TerraVive sales when you two inevitably get caught having sex in public.”
Sofia flipped her off. “Don’t curse us.”
“I’m just extremely happy for you.” Alejandra smiled. “You deserve someone that cares about you, Sofi. And he does.”
Sofia nodded. “He does.”
It was crazy how much time, and how much convincing, it had taken to believe she was worthy of love again.
Thomas had wrecked more than just her trust; he’d hollowed out the parts of her that once felt confident, wanted, alive.
But piece by piece, she’d built herself back.
And now that she’d found the strength to be wholly herself again, she wasn’t about to lose Ilias. Not now. Not ever.
Sofia headed to her room after escorting a sleepy Alejandra and a chatty Carlos to the door, and found Ilias lounging on the bed, watching surf videos on his phone.
The second she flopped beside him; his attention shifted completely. He reached for her, lifting her easily into his lap so she straddled him sideways, her legs draped over his thigh.
“Come here,” he murmured, holding her close, brushing her hair off her neck and kissing it gently.
His lips were soft, tender. She melted into his touch like it was second nature.
Her arms slid around his neck, fingers playing in the curls at his nape. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in quiet, warm stillness, something unspoken passing between them.
This was real.
This was them.
“Are you nervous about the event?” she asked quietly, pulling back to look at his face, those hazel eyes, slightly red from the salt water.
“Not at all,” he replied, his hands tracing the arch of her back. “Just annoyed you’ll be leaving after it ends.”
She smiled softly, then leaned in close. “Then maybe… we shouldn’t waste time.”
With a mischievous glint, Sofia slipped from his lap and knelt between his legs.
Everything in him shifted. His easy warmth turned molten. His gaze darkened, his chest rising with slow, measured breaths.
“Yeah,” he rasped, voice low. “We shouldn’t.”
The bulge in his grey sweats said everything he didn’t need to. Sofia ran her hand along it through the fabric, slow and teasing, pressing just enough to feel his shape. She’d never loved going down on a man.
But Ilias?
With Ilias, it felt like hunger. Like power.
She tugged the waistband of his sweats, and Ilias lifted his hips to help her slide them down. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, and already dripping at the tip.
She licked her lips.
Looking up, she found him watching her like a man starving. He bit his lower lip, completely at her mercy.
“I wanted to do this last night,” she whispered, brushing featherlight kisses along the base of his shaft. “But you didn’t let me.”
“I was busy taking care of you,” he murmured, breath hitched.
She grinned. “Exactly why you deserve to be punished.”
She dragged her tongue along the underside, deliberately slow, deliberately cruel, never giving him what he craved. She hovered near the head, then pulled away again.
“Stop,” he growled, one hand diving into her hair and gripping it tight. “Stop teasing me. You’ll make me come just from that.”
Her smile widened, good.
“You. In that sundress. On your knees. In front of the mirror?” His voice dropped. “It’s a fucking fantasy.”
She glanced to the side.
A full-length mirror reflected their image. Her, between his legs. Him, eyes dark, lips parted, completely undone.
She was the one on her knees, but they both knew who was in control.
Without warning, she opened her mouth and took him in.
Ilias hissed, muttering something in Arabic, his grip in her hair tightening as she began to work him deeper, slowly hollowing her cheeks and pulling back with a sinful pop.
“You’re gorgeous, habiba,” he gasped. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
But she did.
She set a rhythm, finding it naturally, like her body already knew how to worship him. She swirled her tongue, grazed her nails up his thighs, felt his muscles tremble beneath her touch.
Then she popped off, looking up at him with heavy eyes. “Do you want to fuck my mouth, Ilias?”
He froze.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, brushing his thumb across her lips. “It’s going to be rough. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sofia nodded. “Please. I want it.”
“Fuck…” he growled. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”
Ilias stood up, and she took him again, and this time, he guided her. Both hands in her hair, slowly first, then faster. The wet sound of her mouth filled the room, his hips rolling up into her as tears brimmed in her eyes.
“You’re taking me so well,” he breathed. “But I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”
He pulled her back gently, wiping the corners of her eyes, his breathing heavy.
“I need to fuck you in that dress.”
He spun her around, pushed her forward onto all fours, and lifted the hem of the sundress. Her panties were soaked, and he wasted no time pulling them down.
He knelt behind her, slapped her ass, then bit into it with a low growl. “Fucking delicious.”
He dragged his fingers along her soaked folds, then slapped her ass once more, sharp, claiming.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. “Then flip you over and finish face to face. That okay?”
“Anything you want,” she gasped, meeting his eyes through the mirror. “Just don’t stop.”
He grinned, feral, hungry, and aligned himself at her entrance. With a slow thrust, he filled her. She had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan.
“Quiet, habiba,” he murmured, amused. “We don’t want the whole villa to hear.”
And then he began to move.
Powerful, deep thrusts that made her tremble. His hand reached around her to circle her clit, gentle and precise, driving her toward the edge.
Just as she was about to come, he pulled out, flipped her effortlessly onto her back, and climbed over her. Her breasts were still exposed from the dress, her hair wild, her skin flushed.
“Now,” he said, aligning again. “I want to see your face when you come.”
He slid back in, and they both moaned.
She wrapped her legs around him, arms around his neck, and kissed him hard as he thrust deeper, faster, pinning her to the bed. Every stroke hit something devastating. She whimpered, digging her nails into his back.
When he angled just right, she gasped, and he smirked.
“I know,” he said, grabbing her hand, guiding her fingers into his mouth and then between her legs. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come on me.”
Her fingers moved, slick with his saliva, and the pleasure spiked so fast it made her cry out.
“Ilias, I’m coming.”
“Sofia,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “Come undone for me.”
And she did.
She shattered around him, clenching tight as his hips faltered, his thrusts erratic as he came inside her with a low, broken groan, calling her name again and again.
Their bodies collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, tangled in limbs and heartbeat.
“You’re… everything,” he whispered against her neck. “And somehow, even more.”
She turned her face toward his, smiled through the haze, and kissed him.
Soft.
Full of all the things they hadn’t yet said.
But soon would.