Chapter Twenty-Seven #3
He can’t seem to get close enough. His arms slide under my back, pulling me up against his chest until there’s no space left between us. I whimper at the shift, the new angle making him feel even bigger inside me.
Soren groans, low and wrecked. “That’s it… so fucking perfect.”
He lifts one of my legs, hooking it over his hip. “Wrap around me, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want to feel all of you.”
I do as I’m told, dazed and trembling, my other leg curling around his waist. The overwhelming emotion hits me like a wave.
For two years Soren would fuck me, use me, then walk away like it was nothing.
Cold and detached. But this… this is different.
He’s holding me like I’m something precious, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he lets go.
My eyes sting with happy tears. Someone cares this much. He cares this much.
Soren starts moving, deep, slow, rolling thrusts that make my breath hitch with every stroke. I moan softly, helplessly, my fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure and emotion tangle together inside me.
He buries his face in my neck, lips brushing my skin as he mumbles almost to himself, “Can’t believe you’re here… my boy… fuck, I love you, Christopher.”
The words slip out like he didn’t mean to say them out loud. I freeze instantly. My eyes fly open and I just stare up at the ceiling, mouth parted, completely unblinking. My brain short-circuits. Did he just…?
Soren pulls back just enough to look at me. A low, breathless laugh rumbles out of him, and then he slams in harder, hips snapping forward with purpose.
“Oops,” he says, playful wink and all, like he’s not sorry in the slightest.
My mouth stays open. I can’t speak. I can’t even process what the fuck just happened.
Before I can try, Soren angles his hips, finds that perfect spot inside me, and slams in again, hard.
All thoughts shatter. Pleasure crashes through me, white-hot and overwhelming, replacing everything else.
I cry out, back arching, legs tightening around him as he fucks me deep and relentless, that wicked little smile still on his lips.
I’m still reeling, mouth open, eyes wide, when Soren sits up without pulling out.
He keeps me impaled on his cock as he shifts us, leaning back against the headboard and pulling me with him so I’m straddling his lap.
His hands settle on my hips, gentle but firm, guiding me instead of forcing me to move.
“Easy,” he murmurs, voice rough and low. “Just like this. Let me do the work.”
I nod shakily, still completely malfunctioning from what I think I heard him say.
My hands rest on his broad chest as he starts rocking me slowly on his cock…
deep, rolling movements that drag him against that perfect spot inside me with every shift.
It feels incredible, but I barely have to do anything.
He’s holding me, supporting my weight, fucking up into me with controlled, powerful thrusts while I just cling to him.
My moans come out soft and broken, each one punched out of me as he fills me so completely. Soren’s eyes never leave my face. He watches every flicker of pleasure, every gasp, like he’s memorising me.
“That’s it… good boy,” he groans, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. “Missed you so much.”
The praise and the way he’s looking at me, like I’m something precious, makes my eyes sting again. I can’t speak. I just whimper and hide my face against his shoulder as best I can, overwhelmed.
Soren’s pace picks up, still careful but deeper, his hips snapping up harder. My cock rubs against his stomach with every thrust, the friction perfect. I’m shaking, moaning into his skin, the pleasure building fast and overwhelming.
“Come for me, Kit,” he growls against my ear. “Let me feel you.”
I cry out as it crashes over me, my whole body tensing as I come between us, painting his abs. My hole clenches hard around him and Soren groans loud, burying himself deep as he follows right after, pulsing hot inside me.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us groaning, breathing hard, bodies locked together.
Eventually Soren pulls out slowly, carefully, laying me back down onto the sheets beside him.
I swallow, staring up at the ceiling. That felt… different. Like the first time we’ve ever had sex that actually meant something. It feels weird, intimate in a way I’m not used to from him.
Soren stands up, stretching his broad back.
I watch quietly as his shoulder blades shift under his skin, the muscles in his arms and back flexing.
Water still clings to him, making his tattoos gleam.
He runs a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face, then walks over to his wardrobe.
I close my eyes. I really don’t know what to say.
My voice feels gone. I refuse to say it back…
not when I’m still not sure if he actually said “I love you” or if my brain made it up in the heat of the moment.
I don’t know how he meant it. I don’t even know if Soren is capable of that kind of love.
So, I just lie here, heart still racing, trying to catch my breath and pretend I’m not completely spiralling.