Page 72 of Eternal

“I want you inside me, Soren. Please,” I pleaded with him.

He grips the base of his cock, pumping himself a few times before rubbing his tip along my slit. “I suppose you can have it,” Soren says, then thrusts into me, completely sheathing himself.

He pauses for a moment, a deep groan escaping from his throat.

I cry out, my back arching into his touch. Stars dance across my eyes, and it takes me a moment to register that Soren is going easier on me tonight. He’s gentle in his touches and kisses me more than usual. I’m snapped back to reality when his lips brush across the shell of my ear, whispering in my ear. I can’t hear any of it over the rush of blood in my ears. He’s pulled back already and hovering over me at a distance. He continues the same pace, lifting one of my legs to the crook of his elbow. This hits the spot in me that immediately brings me to my orgasm.

Soren follows shortly after me before releasing my leg and laying over me. But he refuses to put his whole weight onto me.

“I love you, Freya,” He whispers into my neck, panting to catch his breath.

Tears well up in my eyes. We didn’t just fuck; we made love. No one has ever done that to me before. The feeling puts my heart at ease, and tears slip out of my eyes. This is the perfect time to tell him, but I’m frozen again.

“It’s okay, darling. I know you love me. It’s just not time. And I’m okay with that,” He says, stroking my hair, trying to soothe the ache I have in my heart.

Soren gets up, goes to the bathroom, turns the faucet to the bathtub on, and lights a few candles. He returns to the bed and drags me to the edge, sitting up before running his hand along my chest. He’s hunting for the remaining wax stuck to me, and there’s not much more left. He places my arms around his neck, which I gladly draw him in, placing kisses along his cheek and neck.

“You better be careful,” He jokes, and heat rises to my cheeks as he lifts me to bring me to the bathroom.

“You know I can walk, right?” I say, clinging to him as he walks to the bathroom.

“I know. I just love to have you as close as possible. Even then, this isn’t close enough,” Soren says softly into my hair.

I grin into his neck as he sets me onto my feet in front of the bathtub. He hands me a scrunchie, knowing I don’t like to wash my hair in the bathtub. His hands ghost across my body, and I can see the marks left behind by the wax for the first time. The areas where he was closer to my skin pinker and raised in comparison to the others where he was further away. Soren holds a hand out for me to hold onto as I climb in. Sinking further in, I hit where my burns are and have to grit my teeth to not make a noise. The water makes them sting again.

Soren comes in behind me, his legs straddling me, and the water level rises again, coming up to my breast. I can ignore the pain. I just want answers now.

“Soren, why did you have all those photos of me?” I ask, my voice small as suspense tightens in my chest.

He clears his throat, and I can feel him stiffen at the question. “Do you remember the first night we met?”

I smile and think fondly of that moment. “Yeah, at my father’s party.”

“I felt an immediate connection with you when our eyes met. It was over for me at that point. I knew it. I tried to put a wedge between us, but my heart led the way before anything else. I wanted to see if you’d approach first, except I knew that wouldn’t happen. You were too far out of your element. I felt this instinct to protect you when Luca was talking to you, touching you. I wanted to lay him out right there, but I didn’t want to scare you. Something deep down told me that you’d be a perfect fit for me. Not many people have the balls to try to put Luca in his place, especially women, but you were different. It wasn’t getting to know you that made me fall in love; the simple connection of our eyes made me fall in love. Getting to know you just made the roots stronger and deeper. It eventually turned into an obsession for me.

When we left and went back to your apartment, I thought there was a God for once. I had an apartment four floors above Serena’s. It was easier for me to get into the cameras that way. I had to know more about you. I had to knowyou. The night we were told we were to be married, I wasn’t angry, and I wasn’t going to ever touch anyone else. But loving you has become a necessity to keep me moving. It’s become more essential for me to love you than to breathe air. You are intoxicating. And I am sorry that I may have overstepped a few times while watching the cameras. Well, I was constantly overstepping because I was watching the cameras all the time.”

I turned to face him, bewildered. “You didn’t have anyone else watching me, right?”

Soren shakes his head. “You are for my eyesonly. If anyone dares to look at you, I’ll fucking kill them.”

I take all of it in, and I am perfectly content with that answer for some deranged reason. The idea of him watching me flatters me, oddly enough. Perhaps, he’s my perfect brand of fucked up. I settle into his body more.

“Thank you for telling me, Soren.”

He presses a kiss into the crown of my hair, and we enjoy the silence and feeling of our bodies touching.

Chapter thirty-one

Freya

Soren’slimbsaretangledwith mine when my phone starts to ring the next morning. We simultaneously release a groan as the call ends and starts up again.

“You should probably answer that,” Soren mutters into my hair.

I lean over and pick up my phone looking at the caller ID. Why the fuck is my father calling me so early in the morning?

“Hello?” I answer, groggily.

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