“Last time—” his voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat, suddenly looking unsure. “Last time we couldn’t because you hadn’t had your tonic.”
Sofia’s entire body flushed. Flor wouldneverhear about this.
“I’ve been taking it.”
He nodded, his throat bobbing as his eyes swept over her body once more. She stood there for another beat, relishing the attention—the power.
“Are you going to make me beg you?” he asked, his hand still caressing himself—stroking.
“I was debating,” she said, but she didn’t make him beg. She straddled him, slapping his hand away as she kissed up his chest and neck. Her body hovered over his for only a moment before he broughthis hand around his hip and pressed her down. His cock brushed against her center as their hips met, and her entire body shivered with the sensation. It had been too long since she’d had sex with a man, and she ached with the need to have him inside of her—filling her.
She moved her hips, tilting them until the rigid length of him rubbed against her clit, chasing the pleasure of it.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he groaned, his hands holding both her hips now, guiding her, but not quite taking control. “Please, I need…”
She nodded, her throat too tight to speak. She lifted her hips slowly, his hands helping her, guiding her as she pressed back down. The tip of his cock slipped inside her, and she stopped, a gasp slipping from her lips unbidden.
“We can go slower,” Fox said, the words grinding out between his teeth as if they were the last thing he wanted to say. She grinned at the look of him, every muscle tensed with trying to stay still. She was tempted to remain here, unmoving—forcing him to wait. But she needed this as much as he did, and she felt her entire body quivering with it.
“We’ve gone slow enough, I think.” She sank down onto him, the mix of pleasure and pain intoxicating as he filled her. She paused for only a moment, enough to catch her breath, and then she was moving. They had waited too long for this, and she’d lost any patience—any will to savor this moment. Every tilt of her hips sent shock waves through her, and she felt herself building again, her pleasure rushing through her blood.
Fox’s eyes were dark as they watched her, his hands warm against her skin and his grip gentle. She placed a hand over his own, where it rested against her hip.
“I’m not going to break,” she said, voice low and rough. She felt him shudder at the words.
“Remember you said that,” he said, his own words low and dark. And then whatever thin thread that was containing him snapped. He gripped her hips tightly, fingers almost bruising as he lifted her. He thrust into her, rhythm fast and hard, and she closed her eyes, losingherself in the pulse of their bodies coming together. She was close—so close.
He pulled himself up, keeping her balanced in his lap as he continued to thrust, the change of angle sending a wave of pleasure shuddering through her. She closed her eyes, biting her lip.
“Gods,” he gasped out. “Everything about you is perfection. The way you take me. The way you fight me, even now.”
His teeth grazed against her neck as he moved, and the heat in the cave seemed to rise. The sweat on their skin sizzled.
“But you can’t win,” he said.
One of his hands came up, tracing the column of her neck, trailing his fingers across her breasts and stomach, and moving lower. He flattened his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
“Give yourself to me.” He whispered the words against her ear, and the pleasure that had been building within her rushed forward all at once, like a wave crashing against the shore. Her muscles tightened, and she unraveled, his hands on her body the only thing keeping her together. His teeth bit into the side of her neck, and he groaned into her skin as his thrusts turned erratic. His hands wrapped around her, pulling her in tightly even as he avoided the worst of her back. He held her against him, and his entire body shuddered and stilled. She felt his cock releasing inside her, and she felt her own body pulsing in response.
They didn’t move for a moment, both of them breathing in the other. Their chests rose and fell as one.
Fox moved first, and Sofia bit back a groan of disappointment as he slowly pulled from her. He was gentle, keeping a grip on her hips as he lowered them both to the ground, draping her across his body. Her curls fanned out across her shoulders, and she realized that at some point her braid had come undone. He was gazing up at her, eyes full of something she refused to articulate, even in her mind. She looked away, eyes trailing down his body, appreciating the distraction.
But then he was kissing her, his lips gentle. Against her own wishes, her body responded immediately, arching against him.
“As much as I want to do that again,” he said, nipping at her lips, “I don’t think I can. Not yet.”
She groaned, hating her body for how easily it bent to him. He was just a distraction, but a good one, at that. She ran a hand across his chest, fingers stroking over the ink along his heart.
He gently lifted her hand, braiding their fingers together.
“It was the first tattoo I got, right after my brother died. It was a pledge to myself that I’d avenge him or die trying.” He gave a harsh laugh.
“You still plan to?”
He squeezed their hands together.
“There was never anything to avenge,” he said, words a rasp. She didn’t speak, eyes finding his, asking the question she couldn’t form. “He was a part of the resistance. He knew the bomb was going to go off. He knew, but he came back to save me because I wandered off where I wasn’t supposed to be. Because I didn’t listen to him. I wanted revenge, but all this time, his death—his blood was on my hands. And it turns out, I’m a complete coward afraid of dying.”