Page 79 of Forsaken Promises

I nod, my eyes dark with desire as I capture her lips in another heated kiss. “Yes,” I murmur against her mouth. “I need to make you mine again in every way possible. And then I’m burning that dress.”

Somehow, we make our way back to the mansion and slip inside without anyone knowing. I’m really not sure how, but I’m thankful all the same. As soon as we enter our bedroom, Sofia takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom.

She turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam begins to fill the room. Slowly, she undresses me, her fingers trembling slightly as she reveals my body, careful not to jostle my wounded shoulder. I watch her with hooded eyes, my breath catching as she removes that damned wedding dress and kicks it away, baring herself to me completely.

“You’re beautiful,” I rasp, reaching out to skim my hands along her sides. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”

Sofia steps into the shower, pulling me in with her. “It’s real,” she assures me, winding her arms around my neck and capturing my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. “I’m yours, forever.”

But just before I’m able to deepen the kiss, Sofia steps back from me with a wink and leans over to grab the shampoo. She presses the shampoo bottle into my hand and presses her ass against my erection.

I don’t even care that my shoulder is injured and that this might be slightly painful. My wife is asking me to wash her hair, and goddammit, I’m going to do that.

Even though my shoulder protests at the movement, I squirt some shampoo into my hands and work it into her hair. There is something incredibly erotic about running my soapy hands through Sofia’s wet hair. Maybe it’s the slight tug, the way her head tilts back. Maybe it’s the intimacy of the act.

My hands glide over Sofia’s smooth body while I press my lips to her neck and inhale the familiar flowery scent of her shampoo. With my good hand, I massage her breasts, my more injured arm splayed possessively over her body. Sofia’s head falls back onto my shoulder before she turns to me to kiss me while my thumb flicks over her nipples.

Sofia reaches down and touches herself between her legs.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Let me see you touch yourself, Sofia.”

I adjust myself so my erection fits between her legs as her back rolls against my front. As her fingers pulse deep inside her, her knuckles sometimes catch the head of my penis and pleasure shoots straight through me, causing my knees to weaken.

Jesus fucking Christ.

God, this is so hot. From the way her hand moves against herself, to the way she rolls her hips with her movements. And the way she moans my name. Fuck, it’s too much to bear.

I swing her around and pin her to the wall. In her surprise, Sofia’s fingers slip out of her, and I push my cock into her instead.

Adrenaline must be rushing through me again because I’m able to thrust inside her with a speed I never tried before. I don’t even feel any pain in my shoulder. All I feel is exquisite pleasure. Sofia’s eyes widen, and her back arches as she braces against the shower wall.

“Dom!” she calls out as I go faster and faster.

“Fuck, Sofia,” I growl. “Come for me.”

Sofia’s hands press to her breasts and water trails down her body. Her breathing hastens, and then she comes apart with a gasp. She clenches around my fingers and falls forward onto me. I wrap my arm around her back and support her as we stumble back into the shower stream once more.

“I…” I start, but bite off the words. “You’re fucking amazing,” I say instead.

Sofia grins at me and kisses me again before she turns around and leans forward against the shower wall. My eyes trace up and down her perfect form, and she eyes me from over her shoulder, quirking a brow.

This can’t be real. I groan and step behind her, my dick still hard and ready to go. “Fuck, I want you.”

Sofia chuckles, a soft, sensual sound that makes my cock jolt. “You’ve got me, Dom.”

I lean forward, my lips at her ear. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”

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SOFIA

My heart is overflowing with happiness as Dom and I finish cleaning ourselves up and move from the shower to the bedroom. Dom has haphazardly wound some gauze around the stab wound in his shoulder. It looks worse than what it actually is, thanks to the protective clothes Dom wore, but I still think he should go to the hospital and get it checked out.

“I’ll deal with it later,” he says as he cuts off the gauze and tapes it to his shoulder, his eyes dark as he watches me from the mirror. “Besides, I have other more important things on my mind.”

He captures my mouth in a heated kiss and guides us toward the bed. I giggle as we stumble over some clothes, causing Dom to hiss in annoyance.

Dom tries to lay me back onto the mattress, but I plant my feet, refusing to move. He looks at me quizzically, one eyebrow raised.

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