Page 29 of Forsaken Promises

Our faces are right beside one another, her hands around my waistband, and I kiss her ear.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask huskily.

“Yes, holy fuck,yes,” Sofia moans.

Well, who am I to deny her that?

But before I can do anything, Sofia smirks at me and flips me so she’s straddling me, her wet pussy pressed against my throbbing cock. I slide into her, and the electricity that always seems to flow between us ignites.

I moan as I thrust up into her beautiful body, gripping her thighs and grinding harder against her.

Goddamn, she’s stunning. That dark hair spilling across her shoulder, her tanned skin…

Every muscle in my arms ripples as I grip her thighs and flip her, laughing as she shrieks.

“Hey!” she says indignantly, but the rest of what she says is cut off as I kiss her. As our lips connect, a great warmth spreads through my body. This is bliss. Why does she feel so good?

I move my face down to her breasts and begin to suckle them passionately, swirling my tongue around her nipples. I can feel goosebumps erupt on her flesh.

“Fuck me!” Sofia calls out, and I don’t care whether anyone can hear us. I need this. This, her and me together, it feeds my soul.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan as I move my face back up to Sofia’s throat and nibble at the soft skin there.

I’ve never known such pleasure as when I’m with her. All my other partners pale in comparison to Sofia. My teeth biting down against her neck causes her to cry out in delight. This energizes me, and my thrusts become faster and harder.

I’m going to fucking explode. My breathing is ragged, and my hair is sticky with sweat. I can’t take my eyes off her magnificent body. She’s a work of art.

Sofia’s back arches and her legs twitch as she comes all over my thrusting shaft. But I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her wetness.

“Dom!” she calls out as I slide out of her, flipping her onto her stomach. Her face rests against the blanket as I forcefully pull her hips upward.

Without hesitation, I slide back inside her easily. It’s as if we were made for each other. We fit together like missing puzzle pieces. My body slaps against hers as I go deeper into her.

I want to feel this forever. I never want it to end.

“Oh,fuck! Sofia!” I moan, pleasure rolling over me in waves.

The slap of our skin connecting echoes through the area as a light breeze kisses my damp skin.

Sofia pushes back harder, allowing me to go as deep as possible. “Dom!” she says breathlessly, her voice high-pitched as her hips roll against my hips. “I–I’m going to come again!”

“Yes, baby,” I snarl, and that is my undoing as I come inside her, crying out. Sofia meets me with her orgasm as she tightens around me. We melt together in perfect union.

After a moment, I slide out of her and collapse beside her. I roll onto my side and allow Sofia to curl around my body as she rests her face in my chest. I idly stroke her damp hair, running my fingers through her silken tresses.

As we lie there in the afterglow, our bodies still intertwined and our breaths mingling in the quiet of the woods, I can’t help but feel a sense of restlessness stirring in my chest. It's a feeling I’ve grown accustomed to over the years, a constant itch beneath my skin that no amount of pleasure or distraction can quite scratch.

I’ve always dreamed of traveling the world, of seeing all the places I’ve only read about in books or heard about in stories. Of experiencing new cultures and new adventures, of living life on my own terms before I'm forced to take up my father’s mantle as the head of the Sicura Family.

In the past, those dreams have always been tinged with a sense of escape, of running away from the responsibilities and expectations that have weighed me down for as long as I can remember. I’ve imagined myself in some far-off destination, free from the chains of my birthright and the ghosts of my past.

But now, lying here with Sofia in my arms, I find myself wondering what it would be like to share those dreams with her. To have her by my side as we explore the world together, as we create new memories and build a life that's truly our own.

It’s a thought that both thrills and terrifies me, the idea of opening up to her in that way. Of letting her see the parts of myself that I've always kept hidden, the hopes and fears and secret longings that I've never dared to voice out loud.

Would she even want that? Would she be willing to leave behind everything she knows, everything she's ever known, to take a chance on a future with me?

I don’t know the answer, and a part of me is afraid to find out.

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