Made For You

Ch. 33: A Crownless Queen

Sofia

The crack of dawn brings with it his calloused hands exploring my body, squeezing my ass. His hot breaths bath my skin, lips trailing wet kisses down my neck. I moan, still lost in my slumber but acknowledging the satisfaction of his skin gliding on mine, the stickiness between us a remnant of last night's activities.

His fingers drag their way to my entrance, parting my folds as he pushes two fingers inside, slamming into me. My hips thrust forward, but his other hand is right there on my belly, pushing me back to feel the thickness of his that wants in on the game.

With exhaustion-laden arms, I curl a hand around his neck, turning and he fuses our mouths, the morning kiss sticky and wet. His fingers pump into me, getting me ready for his cock and I drip all over him, coating his fingers, his knuckles, his hand. I am not even coming yet.

The pleasure builds in those silent moments, my body knowing who it belongs to and welcoming the early intrusion.

Then Gabriel's phone rings and the moment gets snapped off.

His fingers inside me drag out slowly as if reluctant to let go. I open my eyes, briefly meeting the gold-flecked brown of his pupils before he turns away to snatch the phone from the bedside table.

He picks up the call while my muscles groan in protest. I shift to the other side, hearing him mutter curses to whoever has dared to call him at this time.

"Sí?" he answers his call, his voice gruff from sleep. I let the semi-darkness drag my eyelids back shut, the gentle throbbing between my legs ebbing away when I feel him shift in his place. "What?"

His tone shifts, concern filling it. The warmth of his body behind me is replaced by a sudden chill that makes me curl deeper into the sheets.

"Cazzo..." he continues, sounding distant already. My mind is in a dream haze, struggling to stay away or make sense of the conversation. "Tell her I'm coming. Keep an eye on her."

His footsteps walk all around the room, the silence filled with an uncomfortable heaviness. I wait for him to tell me what has happened, to tell me to come with him, but all he does is grab his clothes from the floor like the room isn't his, like he was a dirty one-night stand of mine. He wears his outfit with shivering fingers, unbuttoning the shirt in a hurry that has the buttons in the wrong holes. He trips his way into the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later looking barely decent still but more awake.

He turns to my figure still lying on the bed and I close my eyes just then, not wanting him to cut me out of his world while facing me.

But that one fraction of a second has the haunting look in his eyes forever etched behind my lids—red-rimmed, sad, and with a lifelessness that chills my bones.

I don't hear him say another word nor hear his steps come closer.

Soon, the sound of the doors shutting drifts into my ears, the briefest click sounding like a harsh slam.

I don't open my eyes again until I can convince my heart that he isn't coming back anytime soon.

Again

***

I get up at around 9 am battling my protesting muscles which are still exhausted. My legs are jelly even after the long bath, the spot between making my walk awkward. I take my time to get ready in a loose-fitted black T-shirt and lightweight shorts. Once done, I pace around the huge room which keeps seeing me trapped inside all alone.

Gabriel hasn't returned, just like I thought, nor has anyone come to inform me where he might have gone.

The questions eat away at me until I have to choose to step out myself much to my reluctance.