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Sam brushes away the hair stuck to my tear-soaked skin. He runs his palm up my arm. "You feel okay? If you need to stop, I understand."
I shake my head. "I need to keep going. There are things about me you need to know."
Sam hands me a tissue from the box sitting on the coffee table, and I wipe my nose. "If I stop now, Sam I might not have the courage to say these words out loud again," I confess. "For two years I was kept—nothing more than property for them to use as they pleased. Antonio staked claim to me." I drop my head again. "He used me up, Sam. He used me in any manner he pleased. Sucking my lungs full of air, I look up, straight into Sam's blue eyes. The vein throbbing in his neck and the clenching of his jaw lets me know he's fighting to hold back his rage, but he doesn't interrupt me. "In one night, I lost my father, my mother, and my innocence. I lost everything. They ripped my soul to shreds day in and day out."
Suddenly my mouth feels dry, and my heart feels like it's about to burst from my chest as I try to shake the memory of Antonio's cold, menacing hands on my body. I swallow hard past the lump trying to form in my throat. "He shared my body with his friends. They all took turns. For two years it was a struggle to survive and not give up." I pause taking another deep breath but keep going, "There were times I thought about ending it all."
I watch Sam's face fall at my confession. I know it's not something he wants to hear. Knowing what he went through with his mother I can understand, but this is my truth, and I need him to know there were moments I was weak, so I keep going. "At times I felt ending my existence would bring me peace. But then I realized I'm stronger than that. I'm stronger than they are. I was not going to let evil triumph."
Every vile moment I lived through over those two years hits me like a freight train. Then I think of the moment I met Bella. She gave me more hope. When she promised to not leave without me, I believed her. Then The Kings took me in. Gave me a home when I had none. My fist slams against my chest as I proclaim, "I chose to live." I finally break with those last words. My body no longer able to hold all my emotions, I begin to sob harder than I have ever done before.
"Baby," Sam whispers as he wraps me in his strong embrace. His palm strokes my hair. "You are so much stronger than you realize."
The tears rolling down my cheeks lessen, as Sam continues to hold me in his arms. I feel light. Expelling all those memories lifted a weight I have been carrying around for some time. It feels like the tears cleansed my soul. We sit like this for a while until I start to grow tired. My eyes feel heavy, and I yawn.
"You ready for bed?" Sam asks.
"Not yet. Hold me a little longer?"
Shifting his weight, Sam pulls me with him as he settles back against the couch. Naturally, I tuck my body against his side. Reaching behind us, Sam grabs the throw blanket from the back of the couch draping it across us. Picking up the remote, he turns the TV on, and he holds me.
I wake to the lite sounds of snoring and a lot of body heat. Realizing I'm laying against Sam's chest, I raise a bit to find us stretched out on the couch, the upper half of my body laying on top of his, while the rest of me is trapped between him and the couch. Deciding I should probably go to my room for the night before the other houseguests find us, I start to move. Trying not to wake him I slowly sit up. Before leaving, I sit there on my knees and watch Sam sleep. I take the time to study his face. I watch the way his lips part every time he exhales. My eyes travel down his torso.
Suddenly, I feel a pair of large hands graze the sides of my knees then slowly make their way up my thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their path. Peeling my eyes off his body, I lift my gaze to his. The intensity of his stare burns through me causing my body to tingle with a need for him to touch me and put his lips on mine. Only Sam makes me feel this way. And right now, I'm choosing to act on those feelings. My eyes stay locked on his. Leaning forward, I rest my palms on his chest and watch his pupils dilate. It fuels my desire to keep going. I don't know what has come over me, but I let it happen. I let my passion for Sam guide my movements. Dipping my head, I graze my lips across his; allowing my breath to dance across his skin. My lips travel to the side of his neck. When I get to the spot just below his ear, he hisses.
Sam shifts, bringing himself upright against the arm of the couch, pulling my body toward him. I straddle his lap and run my hands across his broad shoulders. In this position, I feel his arousal pressing against my center. Unable to hold back, I kiss him. His hand slips beneath my shirt as his lips travel down the shallow curve of my neck and his fingertips graze the sides of my breasts.
I need more.
I want so much more.
I want to drown in his touch.
These thoughts keep repeating in my head as the ache grows between my legs. Seeking relief, I grind against him. His hands drop to my ass gripping me as I grind against him seeking friction. I need more, but I know Sam. He's taking his time; going slow for me. Pausing only for a moment, I lock eyes with him as I begin to lift the hem of my shirt. My heart pounds faster than I ever thought possible as I expose myself. Casting my shirt to the floor, I watch Sam's face as he drops his eyes to my breasts, drinking me in.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he tells me—the moment his hands palm my breasts. My skin bursts into flames. I throw my head back as he touches me. I never knew it could feel like this. Then I feel his hot breath against my skin as he kisses the valley between my breasts and my desire intensifies.
"I need more," I beg. His head lifts to look at me. I move against him, my body asking for more. "Please, Sam."
"Babe, are you sure? I can wait. It doesn't have to go any further than this."
I give him a firm nod. "Take me to bed, Sam." I don't want to wait another second. In one smooth motion, Sam stands. Keeping my legs wrapped around his hips, he carries me down the hall.
Chapter eleven
Sam
With my woman in my arms, I carry her into the bedroom and shut the door with my foot, while refusing to take my eyes off hers. Sofia's body trembles slightly as her nerves kick in, but her eyes are bright, and they tell me she is confident with her decision. She has chosen to trust me with not only her heart but her body; a body which she has never given to a man willingly. My girl has never experienced pleasure or what it's like to have someone who loves you worship the gift you've handed them. Instead, she had hers taken from her. So, tonight, my mission is to show Sofia her body will always be safe with me. I will cherish every inch of her skin and give her the pleasure she deserves. Continuing to take things slow, I sit on the edge of the bed with her sitting on my lap and her legs wrapped around my waist. I ignore the way my dick strains against my zipper as I run my hands up her abdomen until I cup her breasts. She grips the back of my neck, tips her head back and lets out a throaty moan when my thumbs brush over her nipples. Taking advantage of her exposed throat, I lean forward and gently bite the space that throbs with every beat of her heart. Next, I snake my arms around her back until my hands grasp her shoulders, urging her to lean back on my forearms. Tilting her back slightly, Sofia arches her back, thrusting her perfect tits forward. Leaning in, I take one in my mouth. The moment my hot tongue swirls around her nipple, she begins to grind her pussy against my jean covered cock. Releasing her nipple with a pop, I move on to the next, giving it equal attention. I could spend hours just on her tits alone. "Sam," Sofia rasps digging her nails in my forearms.
"You good, baby? You like my mouth on your tits?" I ask flicking my tongue over her nipple again as she grinds down harder on my cock.
"Yes," she hisses.
"Look at my girl. So fuckin' beautiful. So sexy." I continue to lick and nip at her luscious body. "Your tits taste so damn good. I bet your pussy tastes even better." Sofia shivers at my words, so I continue. "Will you let me have a taste, Firefly? You want me to make you come with my mouth?"
Without hesitation, she answers. "Yes."
Standing, I cup Sofia's ass as she drapes her arms over my shoulders. Before lowering her to the bed, I take her mouth with mine and our tongues battle, eager for each other's taste. I could spend an eternity tasting Sofia, and it wouldn't be near enough time to get my fill. Placing one knee on the bed, I lay her down in front of me. Her tan skin flushed, and her eyes filled with lust. Slowly I begin to undress as I carefully gauge her reaction with each article of clothing I lose. Starting with my shirt, I grip the material, pulling it over my head, tossing it to the floor. Next, I toe off my boots, the same time I unbutton my jeans and slide the zipper down, exposing my boxer briefs. With hooded eyes, Sofia's tongue darts out sliding across her bottom lip. Taking that as a good sign, I lose my jeans completely.
