Page 44 of Sophie's Ruin
“I prayed that I would get to touch you again,” he said low, his voice hoarse. “To hold you in my arms.”
“You didn’t think I’d come for you?” I asked, my brows knitting in confusion.
“I thought that even if you did, it would be too late,” he said, the last part barely above a whisper as if he didn’t want to admit it aloud.
“I would always come for you,” I told him fiercely. “It would never be too late. I would drag you from the edge of the void if I had to.”
Henry’s eyes widened at my words, and instead of responding, he clasped the back of my head and sealed his lips to mine. There was no build-up to the kiss. Our mouths collided, desperate and seeking. I opened up for him, and he delved deep, our fangs clashing and our tongues mingling. He let go of my hand on his chest and wrapped his arm around my waist to bring me flush with him. I gasped into his mouth at the feel of his body on mine, skin to skin. He tried to turn me toward the bed, but Iresisted. There was a question in his eyes when I broke the kiss and pulled away.
Looking up at him from beneath my lashes, I gave him a sultry smile before I brushed my lips over the firm line of his jaw. He shivered at the soft contact and became incredibly still as I unwrapped the towel from around his hips, letting it drop to the floor. I began trailing kisses down his neck, nipping at the spot where his pulse thrummed just below his skin. His breathing hitched, but I didn’t linger, kissing down his chest to his torso and lower still. I heard him swallow thickly when I dropped to my knees and planted a kiss on his thigh, close to where he throbbed for me. The sight of him, long and thick, made my mouth water and set all my senses on fire.
I looked up at him then, and the way he stared down at me sent a bolt of desire straight through me. I might be the one on my knees, but he was the one entirely at my mercy, and knowing that only intensified the potent lust. My eyes fastened on his face, I wrapped my hand around him and began moving it up and down his length. His head fell back, and a rough sound left him, a low growl that sent another pulse of arousal through me, making me squeeze my thighs at the curling sensation. The sound of him coming undone before me was like a drug, and I wanted to hear it again, willing to do anything for it.
Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around the thick hardness and began moving on him together with my hand. I was rewarded with that primal growl again as his fingers threaded through my hair, gently urging me to go faster, to take him in deeper. I was more than happy to comply, and for a few minutes, the sounds of me pleasuring him and his harsh breathing filled the quiet bedroom. I was prepared to go until I tasted his release on my tongue, but to my surprise, he tugged on my hair, pulling me off him.
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“Come here,” Henry said, his voice lush and smoky.
When I rose to my feet, he captured my mouth, kissing me until we were both breathless. He broke the kiss first, tugging on my lower lip with his fangs as he pulled away. I let him turn my back toward the bed and lower me to the soft mattress. His dark eyes locked on mine, he prowled up my body, muscles shifting and flexing, and a soft gasp escaped me when he settled between my thighs. I welcomed the weight—it felt like coming home.
“Tell me how much you missed me,” Henry rasped, hovering over me.
Before I could respond, he reached up and began gliding his fingertips down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“I missed you with everything that I am. I felt it in my bones. I had dreams about you. About this.” My breath caught as he ran a thumb over my nipple.
“About this?” he asked, as he lowered his head to my breast and swirled his tongue over the hardened peak.
“Yes,” I gasped, my eyes drifting closed.
“And this?” He grazed a fang over the nipple.
My back arched as I breathed, “Yes.”
“What about this?” His hand dove between my thighs, his finger parting the soft flesh there.
A throaty moan was my only reply as my hips rolled into his touch.
“Fuck,” he growled, his finger sinking in deeper.
His mouth returned to my breasts as he slowly worked another finger in, stretching me in the most decadent way. Ripples of acute pleasure darted through me as he began gliding his fingers in and out while teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. Panting, I moved on his hand, meeting each plunge of his fingers. I quickly got lost in the pleasure as the tension inside me built, but what Henry was doing wasn’t enough, not tonight. I needed to feel him inside me,allof him, and I didn’t want to wait.
“You know what else I dreamed about?” I asked, opening my eyes to look at him. He lifted his head from my breasts, his gaze hooded and dazed. His lips parted, revealing the hints of his fangs. “This.” I reached up and wrapped my hand around his thickness.
Henry groaned as his hand stilled between my thighs. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, slick with my desire, and brought them to his lips. The sight of him sucking them clean sent another rush of damp heat to my core, and I whimpered as my hold on him tightened.
“I will always give you what you want.” His words were a dark, sensual promise. “Anything you want,” he added, a second before he thrust in, slamming in to the hilt.
My head fell back against the mattress, my mouth parting in a silent scream as Henry moaned against my neck. I’d been wrong before—thiswas home, with him buried deep inside me. Clasping his shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him to move, to give me what I wanted. What Ineeded. With a low growl, he complied. He began sliding in and out ofme, one hand fisting in my hair while the other one gripped the underside of my thigh. The world faded away as all my senses zeroed in on the feeling of him moving inside me, hitting the spot where the pressure built, curling tighter and tighter.
My body began to tremble, on the brink of release, but I refused to give in to it, trying to prolong the pleasure. Henry trembled, too, snarling as his thrusts became wild and erratic. I was teetering on the edge, barely holding on, when he pulled on my hair, exposing my neck. He struck fast, his fangs piercing my skin, and I cried out as powerful release crashed into me, pleasure rippling wave after wave. With one last deep thrust, Henry roared against my neck as he came, in between taking draws of my blood. I felt weightless, my body floating as sparks of pleasure slowly flickered out, my limbs becoming limp and boneless as I sank into the mattress. Henry’s draws on my neck slowed, and he ran his tongue over the puncture wounds that were already healing, before lifting his gaze to mine.
My breath caught because there was so much in his intense stare. Raw vulnerability invaded his eyes, which were gradually turning bluer. Passion and yearning and…love. My heart swelled in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I was drowning in what I was feeling, wondering how I would ever be able to put what he meant to me into words. My eyes pricked with tears as the emotion overwhelmed me. Henry was everything to me, and I’d almost lost him. A cold feeling crept into my chest at the thought, wedging itself next to my bursting heart. My gaze dropped to Henry’s chest, where the wounds were still healing, turning to angry-looking welts. Would they turn to scar tissue? Could vampires have scars? Even if they didn’t, there would be scars on the inside because of what the clans had done, the suffering they’d put him through.
“We have to make them pay,” I said low, as ice filled my veins.
“What?” Henry’s brows knitted as he peered down at my face.
