Chapter 27
Sophie
The man meant it literally.
He carried me through a private doorway, up the staircase and into his bedroom, then set me on the bed with a gentleness so at odds with the way he’d just fucked me.
But it also left me exposed, laid bare in a way that made my chest tighten. I couldn’t hold his gaze, so I turned my attention to the bedroom. The dark wood furniture, the sharp, masculine lines, everything about the space that felt undeniably him.
It was easier to focus on that than how seen I felt beneath his eyes. I had never experienced anything so overwhelming before. It was physical, yes—achingly so—but threaded with something deeper, something that curled low in my stomach and settled in my chest.
“Sophie, look at me.”
His voice was gentle but commanding. I dragged my gaze back to his, my pulse skittering as our eyes met.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he said quietly. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
My breath caught as warmth spread through me, equal parts desire and something dangerously close to emotion.
He rested his knee on the bed, running his hand over my collarbone before he cupped my breast.
He slowly bent and kissed each one, and then took my nipple in his mouth. My body shuddered in response and he hissed in appreciation.
He kissed lower, over my stomach, before moving down. He dropped his head to my sex, and there, he inhaled deeply.
His eyes closed, his face filled with pleasure.
“You are magnificent.” He brushed the backs of his fingertips through the small patch of red pubic hair and smiled darkly. “We’ll take it slow this time,” he purred. “So I can savor you.”
He pushed one leg to the side, and then hooked my other foot onto his shoulder.
“You… don’t have to take it slow,” I breathed, ready to combust and come right in front of his eyes even though he’d just given me a mind-blowing orgasm.
He paused for a moment as if contemplating, but then circled his fingertips around my throbbing, wet entrance.
“I’ll own all of your releases.” His voice was thick with desire as our eyes locked, and he slowly slid two thick fingers inside me. “And you’ll own all of mine.”
My back arched off the bed, my pussy clenching.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
Kian let out a low guttural moan, taking his fingers out and then sliding them back in. The sound of my arousal filled the room. “Zemra ime, you’re greedy.”
“It’s your fault. Please…”
He continued to pump me with his fingers, wholly focused on his task. “Kian… please. I need more.”
He removed his pants for the second time tonight and my breath caught, even though I’d had a chance to admire him all day. His sun-kissed, tanned body was ripped, his chest broad with specs of dark hair, a six-pack of abs, and that distinct V that led to the most endowed dick I’d ever seen.
I wanted to lick every inch of him.
Kian pumped his fingers in and out of me lazily. My legs were splayed open for him, offering up anything and everything he wanted. Because all I wanted was him.
He lifted my other leg to his chest and unhurriedly pushed himself into me. Earlier, we were hungry and desperate. Now, everything was slower, but somehow more meaningful and heightened.
Our eyes were locked where our bodies joined, his length slowly disappearing inside me.
My mouth hung open at his claim, but he smiled possessively.
“Ahhh,” I moaned, the pressure making me feel blissfully full.
“Look at me,” he whispered, forcing me to drag my eyes up to his. “Who’s fucking you?”
“You.”
“Who?”
“You, Kian… Only you.”
“That’s right.” He thrust all the way in and we both went still. “Only me.”
Earlier was mind-blowing; this was even more so. He owned me completely.
“Fuck me,” I panted against his lips. “Harder.”
He chuckled, deep and raspy. “Bossy little woman. I say what happens. You’ll take it the way I give it to you.”
He lifted my hips and hit deeper inside me, hitting that secret spot.
“Yes… yesss,” I moaned, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
Gradually, he began to ride me, his pelvis pistoning into me rougher and faster. The bedpost slammed into the wall with each hard thrust.
His mouth was on my neck, his teeth marking my skin. He held my legs where they were hooked over his shoulders while his hard cock impaled me, stretching me.
The sound of my arousal and flesh slapping against flesh echoed around the bedroom.
“I’m… going… Oh… God…” I cried out.
“No, not yet,” he bit out.
Unable to hold back, I clenched around him, coming so hard that spots flew behind my eyelids. The fire inside me burst, spreading through every inch of my body down to the tips of my toes.
Kian jerked inside me as he came in a rush, following me right off the cliff. His throbbing cock sent shockwaves through me, riding the orgasm.
Our heavy breaths filled the silence, full of contentment and languid post-orgasmic bliss.
And then his lips covered mine, kissing me so lovingly and tenderly that I feared my heart would fall out of my chest.
“All night, Sophie,” he murmured against my lips. “Tomorrow, I want you to feel me every time you move.”
“Don’t you need time to recover?”
“Maybe, but my mouth still works.” He showered a path of kisses on my sensitive nipples, then grazed his teeth against them.
I let out a strangled sound as I felt his length twitch inside me.
“Kian.” I meant for it to be a protest, but failed spectacularly as my body arched into his mouth and my moan vibrated between us.
It turned out, after hours and hours of having this man exactly where I wanted him, it was me who needed to recover.
As the sweetest exhaustion pulled me under, my last thought was that this man might utterly ruin me, one orgasm at a time. And I wouldn’t mind it one bit.