Page 90 of The Fates We Tame
The gasp she emits cranks my engine.
Her knees come up, her thighs by my ears.
“This. You either get to know yourself, me, or God. I’ll let you choose.”
She chuckles. “I choose you, Theo.”
The words make me feel more than I’m probably supposed to. I fucking love the fact she chooses me.
Her pussy is soft and wet, and I eat it like a starved man. Nothing makes me feel stronger than when I make Sophia fall apart. When I see her color rise and hear her breath catch. I dig my fingertips into her hips, holding her still as her hands slide into my hair.
Her whole body stiffens as she grinds against my face. It’s messy and loud and uninhibited.
I grind my cock into the mattress, aching for release, staving off the discomfort.
When she comes, it’s a relief for us both.
Climbing up her body, I place kisses on her skin, savoring the softness of it. Clutch always talks about Gwen being his soft place to land. And I finally get what he means.
If I never get the rest of my memories back, it’ll be enough to replace them with new memories of Sophia.
Kissing her lips is like coming home in all uses of the word.
She’s mine now. I’ll never let her family get their hands on her again. Won’t let her be traded for power. Unlike Halo and Spark, I don’t find I need to be in control. I want a queen. An equal.
I want my Sparrow.
I lift off her, my left arm shaking as I do, but I’m learning to live with it. Sophia wriggles beneath me as I grab a condom from the drawer and then kneel to put it on.
“I know you’re questioning yourself now, Soph. I know you wonder who you are, where your place in the world is. But I’m here. I’ll be your constant. I’ll be your anchor. I’ll hold you in place until you figure out where you want to be. I promise.”
“Theo,” she says, her voice ripe with emotions I find hard to express.
So, I show her. I slide into her. My full length in one push. There’s friction, but I keep going because nothing about her body language disagrees with my decision.
“Just desperately want you right now, really fucking bad.”
I lean forward and kiss her. “Then take me.” Still keeping her impaled, I grab my pillows and help Sophia lift her head so she can see what I see. “Look how fucking good we look together.”
Her thick cream already coats my cock when I pull out. I gather some on my thumb and then offer it to her lips. “You ever taste yourself?” I ask.
Sophia shakes her head. “Not that I remember.”
I smile at that. “You taste really fucking good.” She opens her mouth, and I place my thumb inside, sliding my cock into her as she closes her mouth.
Two parts of me inside two parts of her.
My cock throbs.
Her tongue slides around my thumb, licking it clean. Then, more seductively, she licks my thumb like it’s my cock.
“Fuck, Soph.” My words are gruff. Layers of whiskey and need.
As I move my cock, she mirrors the action in the same way with her tongue. Same pace. Same intensity. Same need.
“Bite,” I encourage. The word comes out of nowhere. But something inside me craves the bite of pain to mingle with the pleasure.
She does, but it’s gentle. And I feel the need for something…
