Page 115 of Rescuing Sophia

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion.

“I’ve missed you more.” The words carry the weight of everything we’ve been through, everything we are.

Blake’s eyes darken at my words. He releases my hands from above my head, steps back, and pulls me with him to the center of the room. For a moment, we stand there, the air thick with anticipation.

Then Blake releases me completely, taking another step back. His gaze is intense, filled with love, desire, and that commanding presence I crave.

He points to a spot on the floor before him. “Kneel,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

My breath catches in my throat. This is it—the moment everything changes—the moment we rebuild what we’ve lost. Without hesitation, I sink to my knees, looking up at Blake with all the love and submission I feel.

The air between us crackles with the weight of the past and the yearning for our future. Blake’s eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of me, his presence towering, overwhelming, but oh so necessary.

His hands go to the hem of his shirt, and in one fluid motion, he peels it off, exposing his body’s raw, chiseled perfection. The low light casts shadows across the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of muscle etched into his abdomen.

My heart races, each beat echoing the primal need that simmers beneath my skin. I can’t tear my gaze away—every scar, every line, every ripple tells the story of the man I love, the man who has fought for me and suffered for me.

Blake reaches for his belt, the clink of the buckle loud in the otherwise silent room. His movements are deliberate, almost slow, as if savoring the anticipation that coils tighter between us. The leather slips through the loops with a hiss, and he tosses it aside, his eyes never leaving mine. He unbuttons his jeans, the sound of the metal snaps tearing through the silence, each one sending a jolt of heat through me.

His gaze is heavy and intense as he drags the zipper down. The metallic teeth part with a soft rasp, and the denim slips lower, revealing the taut lines of his hips.

My breath hitches, my pulse pounding in my ears, and the air is thick with the scent of him—earthy, masculine, intoxicating.

“Show me.” The command is a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

His words are a match to dry tinder, igniting a blaze of desire that consumes me whole. Without breaking eye contact, I lean forward, my hands trembling as they reach for him. Anticipation hums through my veins, the electric connection between us stronger than ever, as I prepare to give him everything—every ounce of love and devotion.

I know exactly what he’s asking for and am more than willing to comply.

“You’re so beautiful on your knees.” His breath catches as he looks down at me. He reaches out to run his fingers through my hair.

The praise washes over me, soothing hurts I didn’t even know I had. I lean into his touch, a soft sigh escaping my lips.

“Tell me what you need.” Blake’s voice takes on that commanding edge I’ve missed so much.

“You,” I whisper. “However, you’ll have me.”

“I love you.” Blake’s gaze softens as he looks down at me, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “That’s never changed.”

The tension between us shifts, transforming into something deeper, more profound. He cups my face in his hands, tilting it to meet his gaze.

“I love you, too. Always.” Tears prick at my eyes as I lean into his touch.

The last of the walls between us crumble. His resistance shatters. We have a long way to go, challenges to face, and a new life to build…

And then he’s pressing his cock against my lips. I open and take him inside, savoring his taste. He tastes like home, like everything I’ve ever wanted. Blake groans, thrusting his hips forward, driving himself deeper into my mouth.

“Fuuuuck, I’ve missed this.” His hands tighten in my hair as he guides me, showing me exactly what he wants.

I revel in the knowledge that I can still please him. I run my tongue along his length, lingering on his sensitive spot before sucking hard.

Blake’s grip on my hair tightens. “Harder,” he groans.

I do as he commands, taking more of him into my mouth, sucking harder, the vibrations of his moans spurring me on. I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around him in long, wet strokes.

His moans intensify. He’s close. “God, Soph, that’s it, baby, just like that.” His hips buck, matching the rhythm of my mouth.

Knowing I have this much power over him, that I can bring him to the edge, is better than any drug. I redouble my efforts.

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