Page 10 of Fierce Hearts

Sofia's eyes never left mine, creating an intimacy that went beyond the physical. It was unsettling how connected I felt to her in that moment—how right it felt to be with her like this.

Her second orgasm built quickly. I watched her face as she approached the edge, memorizing every detail—the flush that spread across her chest, the way her lips parted, the small crease between her brows as she concentrated on the pleasure building inside her.

And then, as promised, I made sure to give her the extra sensations to have her climaxing once more. I reached down between us, teasing her clit with my fingers, wishing I'd brought a vibrator to really unravel her more.

Not that it was necessary apparently.

She came quick and hard, cursing as she clenched around me. Hearing her and seeing the bliss on her face undid me.

"Fuck, Sof." I followed, burying my face in her neck as release washed over me in powerful waves.

We lay tangled together afterward, catching our breath. Sofia's fingers traced invisible patterns on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.

We were quiet as we savored the moment, unwilling to break the sweet sensation that had settled over us.

The rightness of it.

Eventually though, she shifted, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. Her hair fell in tousled waves around her face, and I reached up to tuck a strand behind her ear.

"That was..." she began, then paused, searching for the right word.

"Yeah," I agreed.

A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "I should probably go back to my room."

I tightened my arm around her waist instinctively, the idea not sitting right with me. "Stay."

Sofia's expression softened, then grew guarded again.

"Gray..."

"There's no rush. No strings. Let's have the night." I kept my voice level, not wanting to let on how it was more than that. That I didn't want her to leave, and not just from a sexual point of having more fun.

Sofia hesitated, then rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Fine. We've earned it I think. But I'm tired now, I may fall asleep."

"That's fine."

Sofia settled against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. Her breathing gradually slowed and deepened as she drifted off to sleep, as if this was an entirely normal moment for us.

Maybe it was the alcohol or the bliss that had taken it out of her, but it was perfect.

I stared at the ceiling, holding her close as my mind swirled. No strings attached. That had been our agreement. So why did it already feel like I was tangled in something more, something I didn't want to leave behind tomorrow?

I tightened my arm around her, allowing myself to imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like to have this every night.

Dangerous thinking. Sofia didn't want any part of this world anymore. A world she believed she'd left behind.

Truthfully, I believed she still had one foot in the door, especially lately.

But being with me? That'd be stepping right back in.

Sofia stirred slightly, her hand coming to rest over my heart. I covered it with my own, feeling the smallness of her fingers beneath mine. The protective instinct that surged through me was unexpected.

I closed my eyes, willing sleep to come. Tomorrow, we'd go back to our separate lives.

No strings attached.

Even in the darkness, I couldn't convince myself that it was the right thing. Not with how this felt.

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