Page 29 of Rescuing Sophia

Her pupils blow black, wild with desire. A small part of my brain screams this is a terrible idea, but with Sophia looking at me like that, wanting me like this, I can’t bring myself to care.

I point toward the bedroom, my command clear. As she turns, I smack her lightly on the ass. She gasps, then looks over her shoulder at me, eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.

“That all you got?” Her voice is husky and challenging.

I break away, panting, my eyes wild and dark. “Strip.” It’s less a request and more a command. “Now.”

Sophia’s breath catches, but she doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers move to the buttons of her blouse; her gaze never leaves mine as she slowly begins to undress.

I watch, transfixed, as more of her skin is revealed. My hands itch to touch her, but I force myself to wait, savoring the anticipation.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, drinking in the sight of her. “You’re perfection,” I rasp, my hands stroking the soft lines of her body reverently. “Absolute perfection.”

Sophia blushes but stands tall, confident under my gaze.

“Your turn,” she says softly.

“Oh no, sweetheart. I’m in control.”

“Promise?” Her eyes darken, a shiver running through her—not from the cold, but from the promise in my words.

“Yes.” I step closer.

I circle her slowly, drinking in every curve and contour. My fingers trail lightly across her shoulders, down her spine, barely touching. Goose bumps rise in the wake of my touch.

“On the bed,” I order, my voice low and gravelly.

Sophia complies, moving with a grace that takes my breath away. She settles on the edge of the mattress, her eyes filled with anticipation.

I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “If anything becomes too much, you tell me to stop. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Her hands rest lightly on my wrists. “And when it’s not enough, I’ll tell you that too.”

Her words hit me hard. She’s playing right into my deepest, darkest fantasies. Is it possible that I won’t have to hold back with her as I have with other women?

“Fuuuuuck…” I grit my teeth as her words send a rush of heat to my groin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t hold back. I can take it. I want to take it—from you.”

Her boldness stuns me for a moment. Then, a primal growl escapes my throat.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, sweetheart.” I pull back, searching her face for any hint of hesitation. There is none. Only desire, trust, and a challenge that sets my blood on fire. “Last chance,” I warn, my voice barely recognizable.

In response, Sophia grabs my shirt, pulling me closer. “Stop talking and start showing. Command me, control me… Make me yours.” Sophia’s lips curl into a seductive smile.

Her words send me into a frenzy of need. Desire courses in my veins. I capture her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. My other hand traces the curve of her jaw down her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips.

I push her back on the soft sheets and take in every inch of her body with hungry eyes.

“God, you’re stunning,” I growl, trailing kisses along the column of her neck. Sophia’s fingers thread through my hair, and she arches into me, moaning softly. “I’ve wanted you since the night we met.” The words send electricity coursing through my veins.

“You have me.” Her reply is instantaneous.

Our lips collide with almost violent force. Our mouths move together with a dizzying ferocity, our tongues tangling and teeth clashing in a passionate battle. Our heavy breathing fills the room, accompanied by our passionate frenzy.

My hands roam over every inch of exposed skin, memorizing the shape and feel of it all. I break away from our kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down Sophia’s neck and onto her chest. She gasps when my lips close around one nipple while my hand massages the other breast.

“Blake,” she moans, writhing beneath me.

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