Page 84 of Sophie's Ruin
“Yes. A million times, yes,” I told her anyway.
Her smile grew before it faded.
“Thank you,” she rasped, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
“For what?” I asked, my brows knitting.
“For waiting for me. For choosing me. For fighting for me.” A tear escaped, rolling down the side of her face and soaking into the covers.
I stared at her in astonishment. She was the strongest creature I had ever known, yet right now, she was allowing herself to be weak. She was baring her soul before me, and I knew that for her, doing so took greater strength than defeating the Dark Witches or the darkness within.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
For saying that, for being vulnerable with me, for letting me be the only one to see that side of you,I wanted to add, but the words wouldn’t come.
So, instead of speaking, I sealed my mouth to hers. When her perfect lips parted, I glided my tongue over hers, and she moaned, sinking her fingers in my hair. The soft sound ignited my blood, which still hadn’t cooled from earlier. I grew hard and thick inside her, and she gasped, arching her back and tilting her hips.
“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling another release tingling down my spine.
Not yet,I thought as I withdrew, chuckling low when she whimpered in protest.
I quickly shrugged off my shirt and reached to pull her wedding dress over her head.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said, casting it aside.
The heat in Sophie’s eyes intensified, and the salacious look she gave me had me pumping myself while I waited for her to get in position. When she had, I grabbed her hips and thrust in, eliciting a moan from her that nearly undid me. My head fellback, my eyes drifting closed, as I moved inside her, not truly believing this was my life. Two hundred years I had waited for her and now I had her. She was mine, and I could never get enough.
SOPHIE
My skin prickled with awareness as it always did right before sunrise.
Hide, it’s a new day,the tingling sensation warned.
Itwasa new day, but I no longer had to hide. Opening my eyes, I blinked away the remnants of my sleep and looked at Henry sleeping peacefully beside me. His left hand rested on his bare stomach, and when my gaze snagged on the golden band on his finger, my heartbeat sped up in my chest.
The ring was a promise, a declaration of love, but it was also more. So much more. Exhaling softly, I reached out and threaded my fingers through his. Henry shifted next to me, stirring from his slumber. His deep-blue eyes fastened on me as soon as they opened.
“What are you doing up?” he asked, his voice gruff from sleep.
“Good morning.” I smiled at him instead of responding.
“Good morning…” he said, his brow furrowing.
Such a simple phrase. Yet, as vampires, we never uttered the two simple words. After all, morning was never good. It was the evil that brought painful death or banished us to the shadows. No more. Not for us.
“I need to show you something,” I said, pulling my hand away from Henry’s.
His grip on my fingers tightened a second before he let go.
I left the bed but didn’t go far, standing by the edge, looking at him expectantly. His hooded eyes turned darker as he took in my naked form.
“I think I like where this is going,” he teased, one side of his mouth turning up.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, sending waves of my hair over my bare shoulders.
“Later,” I said with a small smile, turning away from him.
A pulse of desire rippled through me, but I shoved it aside as I stepped closer to the window.
