Soren Bianchi [+18]

8. The death of me

AURORA DANIELS

!!!Warning MATURE SCENES!!!
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Soren had me blindfolded. It was extremely kinky, but the blindfold was not sex-related, even though I wish it was. We haven't done anything yet, ever since we reconnected. And let me tell you? I was dying, I wanted so desperately for him to be inside me, and not just his fingers or tongue. I wanted more but I didn't know how to ask for it.

He was directing me somewhere. He held me at the small of my back, as my hands were held out in front of me, trying to keep my balance.

I heard a door unlock and close. He continued to direct me, "Watch your step, Amore."

We came to a halt, and I felt Soren's presence behind me. His breath fanned against my ear, "Ready?" He questioned, as his hands rose to the back of my head, where the blindfold had been knotted.

I stood in the middle of my new apartment's living room. I blinked a few times to adjust to the light once the blindfold had been removed.

I was in awe of the sight before me. It was gorgeous and fully furnished. The lounge had a large and white L-shaped couch, with black carpets and a TV unit. It was extremely minimalistic but beyond beautiful. The open-planned kitchen counters were replaced with hardwood, the cupboards were replaced with black wood with a small island to sit by with a few bar stools, alongside a tiny dining area.

"Soren. How?" I turned to him, with glossy eyes. I can't believe he had done this for me. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His arms immediately locked under my ass, pulling me closer to him.

"I had some free time." He responded, his tone was humble and soft.

I lifted my head from the crook of his neck. "B-But, this must've cost a fortune," I said, softly.

"You're worth it, Amore."

I leaned in to kiss him, kiss him to thank him for what he did, to show him how much I appreciated him. My hands tangled into his hair, pushing his head closer to mine. His hands roamed around my back, and then back down to my ass to squeeze it, allowing a moan to fall from my lips. He groaned in response, hugging me tighter.

His hand slipped under the back of my top, caressing the bare skin. "I want more," I moaned into him, causing him to break the kiss. It was true, I did want more. I wanted him to break me like the first time we fucked.

I wanted to feel that type of euphoria again. "Are you sure, Amore?" His eyes searched mine, looking for some sort of protest. There was none. I was sure. I need to feel him in my walls again. I wanted his skin on mine, I wanted the trail of fire that he left when he caressed my skin.

I kissed him again, this time more fervently. My hands gripped the collar of his shirt, and with one arm holding me up flushed against his torso, he moved us to my bedroom. I didn't even have time to look around and admire how he had decorated it, I was focused on something much more stunning and striking, Soren.

He lowered me onto the bed, my back snug against the soft duvet. He hovered over me, holding his weight up with his arms. His eyes turned dark and I gulped in anticipation.

He peppered kisses down my clothed chest, before yanking it off me. "Your safe word is still gold, yes?" He asked, how the fuck did he remember that when it happened a year ago. Albeit, I haven't forgotten but I just didn't expect him to remember.