My Mr.Holmes

Chapter 14: Finally

The end.

Sofia POV:

"You!"

He turned at the sound of my voice, eyes flashing, uncertainty flaring before recognition took its place. His mouth parted as if to speak, but no words came. The surprise, the quiet flicker of fear quickly replaced by slow-burning relief—it was all too good.

I bit back a laugh, but the grin overtook me anyway.

The look on his face was priceless. I nearly toppled from my chair.

"Yes. Me."

He blinked once. Then again. The muscles in his jaw unclenched as the tension melted from his features. I saw it—that shift. That moment when he stopped bracing for a fight and simply saw me.

He began walking toward me—unhurried, deliberate—as if savouring every footfall, every second. It was maddening and magnetic all at once. My heart thudded with anticipation. I stood quickly, halting him mid-step.

"I've spent all day looking for you," I said, my voice teasing but breathless, "and all I had to do was wait here?"

"Yes, Mr Holmes. All you had to do was wait here. For me."

I closed the distance and caught the lapels of his coat, tugging him down until our faces were only inches apart. A sly smile played on my lips.

His eyes held mine, intense, searching. I felt the air shift between us, charged and hungry.

"You are the bane of my existence," he murmured. "I don't know why I'm so taken with you. You drive me mad, you defy every logical instinct I possess, and yet I'm drawn to you like a moth to flame. I find it... impossible to be without you."

He exhaled slowly, the words tumbling from him, almost frantic. "So I'm asking you now, Miss Tewksbury, would you stay with me? Always?"

My breath caught. He was dishevelled, breathless, and terribly sincere, and I'd never loved him more.

"I would like nothing more, Mr Holmes."

He didn't wait.

He kissed me—hard. No hesitation, no restraint. His mouth crushed mine with months of pent-up desire, and I met him with equal force. I sank into him, tangled my fingers in his hair, and pulled him closer still. He groaned low in his throat, the sound sending a bolt of heat straight through me.

He guided us backwards through the hall, his hands on my hips, my back bumping into the wall before he lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, skirts rucked up, bodies pressed close and frantic.

We stumbled toward the bedroom, drunk on each other. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he lowered me with care but without pause. In the dim light, his eyes devoured me.

I reached for the buttons of his shirt, but his hands were already on me, undoing, unfastening, tugging fabric loose like a man possessed. He stripped me of my blouse, then my skirt, then paused. His gaze swept down my body slowly, reverently, as if committing me to memory.

"You are..." he whispered, his voice raw, "devastating."

"And you," I said breathlessly, "are still wearing too many clothes."

He laughed, a low, dangerous sound, and shrugged out of his coat. I helped him with the rest—impatient hands, whispered curses, a clumsy urgency that made us both grin.

When at last skin met skin, it felt like fire.

His mouth was everywhere—my collarbone, my sternum, the soft inside of my thigh. He kissed slowly, thoroughly, like he wanted to learn every inch of me with his lips. I arched into him, gasping, fingers tangled in the sheets.

He didn't rush. He teased, tasted, drew out sounds I didn't know I could make. His fingers slipped between my thighs and I cried out—sharp, involuntary, pleading. He watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, completely transfixed by my unraveling.

"More," I whispered. "Please, Sherlock. I need more."

He slid up to kiss me again, his fingers still moving, his free hand pinning both of mine above my head.

"You're mine," he said against my mouth, voice thick with hunger. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped. "God, I'm yours."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, and brought them to his lips. The sight made my body clench with need.

Then, finally—finally—he was inside me.

He moved slowly at first, inch by aching inch, letting me feel every stretch, every heartbeat. His eyes stayed locked on mine, wide and unguarded.

"Alright?" he whispered.

I nodded, barely coherent.

Then he thrust—and I broke.

We moved together, fevered and desperate, mouths brushing, panting against each other's skin. Every stroke sent me spiraling closer, every sound he made etched itself into me.

"Sof—" he groaned, the name barely a sound, more like a prayer.

His pace quickened. Our bodies found a rhythm, a harmony so perfect it felt inevitable. I clung to him, dug my nails into his back, felt him tremble above me.

Then I shattered.

I cried out, pleasure tearing through me in waves, my body arching as he held me through it, whispering my name over and over. Moments later he followed, burying himself deep as he came, his body jerking with release, his mouth finding my shoulder.

When it passed, he collapsed beside me, drawing me into his arms.

We lay there tangled together, bare skin slick and warm, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my spine. My head rested on his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat begin to slow.

"We should do that more often," I murmured, smiling against his skin.

"Yes," he said hoarsely. "We absolutely should."

He pulled me closer, and I turned to look at him.

His eyes—normally guarded, cool, calculating—were open and soft. They held something new now. Something that looked terribly like love.

He kissed me again, this time slow and sweet, as though we had all the time in the world.

And for once, maybe we did.

As his breathing evened and sleep claimed him, I stayed awake a little longer, watching the impossible man beside me. Sherlock Holmes—brilliant, infuriating, mine.

I curled into him, safe and sated, and let sleep take me too—wrapped in heat, in quiet, and in the promise of something real.

Authors note:

Really short one today, I know I haven't updated in ages and I'm sorry. 😔 I am so sad because this is the end of this story, I couldn't come up with a much better way to end this other than them being together finally. Hopefully, if another movie comes out I will continue this book but for now this is the end.
I'm going to spend this time editing my other book and I've been writing a new book on heartbreak high so I'm going to be working on that now.
Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading:)