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Chapter 42

Sofia-

Chase's blue eyes were wide and pleading. His sincerity was like iced water poured over my head.

"Tell me," he demanded, pressing our foreheads together His thumb, rough and warm, swept back and forth. over my swollen lips.

At this moment, my mind can't think of anything apart from how Chase makes me feel.

I've been confused since the moment I saw him again. I blamed it on my situation with Kyle, but looking at him now... really looking at his eyes as they implore me to answer him, I realized something I had never considered before. Is it possible that I am still in love with Chase? I'm not sure I want to know the answer to that. It scares the shit out of me. But do I want him to walk away from me? Definitely not, so I shook my head and toyed with the ends of his hair. "Words, baby," he murmured, lips hovering over mine.

My insides clenched at that endearment. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I was lost in the intensity of his gaze.

"I'm not doing anything until you tell me what you want, Sofia." His tone was gentle, but the bulge pressing against my center told me a different story.

He wants me, and if I'm being honest with myself, I want him just as badly. I've never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Chase.

"No," I croaked, "I don't want you to walk away..." I closed my eyes, knowing what I would say would change everything between us. "I want you."

His eyes darkened before he crushed our mouths together, taking my breath away. My half-naked body clashed with his clothed one as he lifted me off the counter.Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping a steady hold on his shoulder. He walked us to my room, not bothering to close the door.

He gently placed me in the middle of the bed, and the light from the living room spilled inside. Chase's looming figure cast a shadow over me. I watched, mesmerized, as he tugged his shirt from the back. The butterflies in my belly fluttered as I watched him. He made undressing look like a fucking foreplay.

He unbuckled his belt, the sound waking me up from my trance. I crawled to the edge of the bed, eyes locking with him in dimmed light.

Chase paused when I reached for his belt. "Let me," I whispered, undoing his fly with shaking fingers. We'd already slept together, but a spark in the air made this feel more intimate and personal.

As I dragged his jeans and boxer briefs down, he kicked his boots off. I licked my lips, wrapping my dainty fingers around his rigid member. Chase groaned, hands clenching and unclenching on his side.

Hands corkscrewing on his length, I darted out my tongue and licked the beads that had already started escaping him, moaning at his manly taste.

Giving head has always been a task I must do to please Kyle. With Chase, I felt in control. I felt empowered with every sound he made as I swirled my tongue around his smooth head.

"Sofia..." he groaned. I hummed, knowing he needed more. I licked his cock from the base to the tip. Parting my lips, I took him inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. "Fuck..." he whispered, weaving his fingers in my hair.

Slowly, I bobbed my head at his length, moaning as his hold on my hair tightened. I hastened my movement; my speed matched his ragged breathing. I moved one hand to his ass, squeezing, urging him to take control, to do as he pleased with me.

He grunted, holding my face with both hands, and moved his hips in a pendulum motion. My throat was taking the beating, but I didn't stop him. I embraced the pain, satisfied with driving this powerful man to the edge. My sight became blurry as his movement turned sloppy.

"I'm gonna cum," he rasped, but I gripped his a*s. "F**k, Sofia... f**k!" I jerked at the first spurt of his release, but kept milking him, swallowing every drop he had for me.

Breathing hard, I wiped my lips as Chase released my hair, gripping my jaw.

"Get on the bed," Chase commanded, quickly recovering from his o****m. I followed suit, crawling into the middle of the bed. He undressed me like his life depended on it, flinging my clothes all over the room. "Hands and knees," he said, and my tummy coiled with anticipation.

Before I could anticipate his next move, I felt him wiggle his head between my legs, palming my ass as he pulled my center down to his awaiting mouth.

I clawed on the sheets, whimpering as he drew my clit between his lips. His tongue quickly found the hard pearl and played with it. He swirled his tongue on my clit Round and round he goes until I was a whining. mess, trying to run away from his delicious t*****e and wanting more at the same time..

"Chase!" I screamed when he pushed a finger inside me without warning. Instantly falling into a series of spasms as I came. He didn't relent. He kept stabbing me with his thick digit, adding another and another, filling me to the brink.

"P... please," I cried, wiggling away from his vice grip. He grunted in protest, flipping me on my back.

"One more, baby," he said and dived back, circling my clit with his tongue. His fingers kept moving in and out of me, poking my g-spot.

"I... I can't." Black dots danced under my eyelids. I tossed my head from side to side, gripping his hair as I pushed him away.

"Yes, you can," Chase urged. "Come for me, baby... Give me what I want."

His commanding growl, coupled with his tongue, lips, and fingers, pushed me to the edge of my orgasm. I exploded in his mouth. My legs quivered around his neck, probably choking him.

I was still catching my breath when Chase reached for his discarded jeans on the floor, pulling out a foil packet.

"Chase... wait," I said; my heart felt like it would burst at any moment.

"I'm dying to be inside you," he murmured, sheathing himself and hovered over me. "Do you know how hard it was to focus on rehabilitating the plantation when all I could think about was how you taste?" Holding himself by one elbow, he reached between us and circled my clit with the tip of his cock. "I don't even know how I got through that interview when you were right there, within my reach, watching me with jealousy in your eyes," he chuckles. I opened my mouth to argue, but he shook his head. "There's no use in denying it, Sofia. I know you."

I gripped his shoulder, feeling his tip at my entrance. He inched inside me so f*****g slowly I writhed beneath him. He watched me with hooded eyes until there was no more of him.

"You want me as much as I want you. You can lie," he punctuated this statement by drawing out and thrusting back in. I mewled, clawing at his back as he withdrew. "But your body can't."

And it began to happen. He owned me, made me his by showing me just how much he knows my body, how to touch me, and how to make my eyes roll to the back of my head.