Soren Bianchi [+18]

32. All Mine

AURORA DANIELS

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Pure lust.

Pure love.

Everything I felt at that moment. My body's senses were heightened, and every little thing Soren did, made me want to moan.

My sexual frustration was bursting at the seams. It didn't help that Soren drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other snug between my throbbing centre.

I was breathless and sweaty, I was a mess, and the only thing on my mind was Soren. When we neared our home, I felt ecstasy surge through me.

Soren, even in his injured state opened the door for me and carried me out of the car.

"Why are you carrying me?" I questioned, but in no way was I protesting.

"You don't have shoes on, your feet will get dirty," he leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose.

I love him.

There wasn't much talking when Soren guided me into the house, kicking off his shoes at the doorway before leading up to our bedroom. He eyed me hungrily, but I didn't miss the adoration that grew against his dilated pupils.

Suddenly my breath hitched in my throat when he lowered his head to look at me. His lips were plump and swollen from earlier, and he was still covered in blood, the only difference is that it was dried and my oh my - did it turn me the fuck on.

He was dishevelled and sloppy and his strides were lazy but the anticipation had me dripping down my legs.

He gently placed me on the bed. He placed a ghostly kiss on my lips and I let out a whine when he didn't give me more.

"I'll be right back," he said before descending into the bathroom, which I assume was to wipe the blood off of him.

He returned to the room, a few pieces of hair that framed his face were damp and scattered across his forehead. He was shirtless, and though I had seen him shirtless countless times, I never grew tired.

His tattooed torso had me drooling at every second. My eyes practically fucked him, gazing at every ridge and indent on his skin until they landed on the large bandage on his shoulder. His stab wound from earlier.

"Undress for me, Amore," he instructed, instinctively my hand reached behind to drag my zipper down. The straps of the dress fell over my shoulders.

I was sure to keep my back away from him. I wasn't ready to ruin the surprise I had for him. A small tattoo sat on my tailbone.

In bold letters, it read 'Amore,'

I didn't think I'd ever get a tattoo, but when I asked Giovanni to take it, I surprised myself. It was impulsive and I wasn't even sure he'd like it.

It was practically marking myself as Soren's territory and I didn't mind, I was utterly and entirely his.

I slipped my hands out of the sleeves and let the dress collect around my hips. I didn't like wearing a bra with these kinds of dresses. His tongue darted out ever so slightly to wet his lips while he gazed at my bare breasts, my nipples hardened at the sight of him.