Page 33 of Eternal

A pulse of pleasure radiates through my body at his command.

He’s so fucking hot.

My knuckles turn white, clinging to the pool's edge as two fingers press into me, pumping hard.

“Ohh-- fuck--. Soren, please let me come. I need to come. Please.” Desperation floods out in breathy pants.

“Then come for me, darling.” He growls.

The vibration of his voice massages my clit. His fingers picked up the pace. I throw my head back, my toes curl, and I come hard. Incoherent words come out of my mouth as my juices flood his.

I see nothing but white. My hearing going out. I fall back, unable to move.

He removes his fingers after I shudder a few more times under his touch. Soren chuckles as he licks his lips and wipes his chin. He grips both hands on the outside of my thighs. I finally come back down into myself and sit up. I see him sucking my desire off his fingers.

“You’re delectable,” Soren says, almost moaning.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when our eyes lock. My arms snake around his neck, pulling him in, and his eyes are level with my breasts. Without breaking eye contact, he kisses each one. We just drink each other in. His body looks like he’s been chiseled by a Greek god, as corny as it sounds. His abs are highly defined, and his arms are perfectly toned. He is ripped as fuck, and clearly doesn’t skip leg day. His jawline is so sharp it can actually compete with a knife. And the scars that litter his chest only add another layer of mystery to him, a mystery I’m becoming more desperate to solve.

I'm first to break the silence. “I believe I owe you one.”

He kisses my collarbone. “You don’t owe me anything. Besides, I need you rested and ready for tonight.” His eyes glimmer with excitement.

“What are we doing tonight? And please don’t tell me it’s a surprise.”

“Tonight, we have a chef coming at 6:30 to cook dinner. Dinner will be served at 8:00 on the dock, then we will enjoy a bonfire on the deck, and hopefully, I get to ravage your body properly.” Soren says, his eyes darkening.

I feel my pussy twitch at his words. “That sounds delightful. The only problem is my sister didn’t pack any clothing. She packed two outfits, swimsuits, and li-” I cut myself off, blushing, “And some other things.”

Soren smiles at me wickedly. “She packed lingerie?”

I blush, nodding.

His grin only widens. “If you need to cover yourself up more, you can use my clothes, butonlywhen we have guests over. Any other time, I want you just like this.” His hand reached out to caress my breast again.

I scoot back and stand fully. “Well, I’m going to shower and get ready for the night.” I grab my top and bottoms and saunter back into the house. In the reflection of the window, I see him drinking me in. I smile to myself and keep walking. That was well worth the wait.

Chapter fifteen

Freya

Istareatmycloset full of lingerie and bathing suits. After a closer look, I discovered the two pairs of Daisy Dukes Serena packed. I pluck them off their hanger, only to realize my ass cheeks will be fully exposed. The shirts are not any better; they all can pass as bras. And we are trying not to give the house staff an eyeful today. We are about to have employees over, and as much as I’d love to see Soren’s jealous side come out, I have more self-respect than that. I grab a pair of shorts, if you can even call them that, and one of his shirts, pausing to breathe in his cologne that lingers on the shirt.

Going back to the closet, I run my fingers across the lace and strappy material. I settled on a bra and panty set. The bra is made of black lace, with two straps aligning above the cup and another strap running up the middle to wrap around my neck. The bottom piece–a lace thong–perfectly matches the bra. Looking for a designer tag, I find a note pinned to the back where the tag should be.

Handmade in Italy to fit your exact measurements. Hope you love it.

x Serena

I get dressed and head into the living room, turning on the TV while I wait for Soren to return. I’m slowly lulled to sleep by its quiet croon playing in the background. As I drift off, I feel Soren stand in front of me. He pauses for a moment before bending down and lifting me, jolting me from my nap. But I quickly settle down, and I nestle into his chest. He stretches out under me, my head resting on his lower stomach as we get into a more comfortable position. His hands never leave me, and I start to drift off again.

I awake to voices trailing from the kitchen and sit up. Soren turns his attention to me, stroking my hair.

“Have a good nap?”

I give him a lazy smile and nod. He looks so relaxed and at peace. I lay back on him, one arm wrapping around his leg as I roll over to my stomach.

“They’re working on dinner, but they should be done soon. After dinner, we can either have a bonfire or go out on the boat.”

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