Chapter 773: Gratitude in the Dark (R18)
Chapter 772: Gratitude in the Dark
13 Days To Go
Sophia exhaled at his words.
"Why can’t things be straightforward? Why can’t it just be easy—we defeat Victoria and bam! Everything is resolved."
Orion chuckled.
"I would have wanted that too, but we both know it’s not possible."
He released her legs then.
"Thank you," Sophia told him.
Orion smirked. "I can think of other ways for you to thank me, shorty."
Sophia leaned forward then.
"Really?" she asked him.
Orion nodded, his smirk growing as Sophia closed the distance between them, her lips on his as she kissed him.
Orion responded immediately, kissing her deeply, their tongues meeting in a slow, heated dance that quickly grew more urgent. His hand came up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her closer. Sophia sighed into the kiss, her body pressing against his where they sat tangled on the bed. The weight of the coming days, the looming threat of Victoria, and the exhaustion of endless planning all seemed to fade in the warmth of his mouth.
She broke the kiss first, breathing a little harder, and looked at him with a playful glint in her blue eyes.
"Is this a proper way to thank you?" she asked him, her voice a whisper.
"A special way too," he told her.
Before Orion could reply, Sophia pushed gently at his chest, guiding him back until he was lying against the pillows. She straddled his hips, her shift riding up her thighs as she settled over him. Orion’s hands rested on her waist, thumbs stroking lightly over the fabric, but he let her take the lead, his eyes watching her with hunger.
Sophia leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. Her hands slid under the hem of his tunic, palms gliding over the warm, firm planes of his abdomen. She felt the ridges of muscle there, the way they tensed beneath her touch. With a soft hum of appreciation, she tugged the tunic upward.
"Off," she murmured against his lips.
Orion lifted his arms willingly, allowing her to pull the garment over his head and toss it aside. The sight of his bare chest never failed to make her breath catch. The tribal tattoos that marked his skin stood out beautifully in the low light of the room—bold, swirling patterns. Sophia traced one with her fingertip, following the dark lines from his shoulder down across his pectoral.
She bent her head and pressed her lips to the first mark, kissing it reverently. Orion inhaled sharply, his hand coming up to rest on her back. Encouraged, she continued, her mouth moving slowly over each tattoo, tasting the salt of his skin and feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her lips. She lingered on a particularly intricate design near his ribs, her tongue flicking out to trace the pattern. Orion’s fingers tightened in her shift, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Shorty..." he breathed, voice rough.
Sophia smiled against his skin. "I’m not done thanking you yet."
She worked her way lower, kissing every visible mark until she reached the edge of his trousers. Her fingers found the belt there and she unbuckled it. Orion lifted his hips to help her as she slid the trousers down his powerful thighs, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and heavy, already hard and glistening at the tip.
Sophia sat back on her heels for a moment, drinking in the sight of him—naked, aroused, and entirely hers. Her mouth watered at the memory of his taste. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a slow stroke. Orion groaned, his head falling back against the pillows.
"Fuck, shorty..."
She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock, tasting the salty bead of precum that had gathered there. His hips twitched. She looked up at him through her lashes, holding his gaze as she licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking him into her mouth.
Sophia hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. She moved slowly at first, savoring the weight of him on her tongue, the way he filled her mouth. Her hand stroked what she couldn’t take, twisting gently at the base in the way she knew he liked. Wet sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, gaining confidence with every moan that fell from Orion’s lips.
She pulled back for a breath, her lips shiny, and stroked him firmly while her tongue flicked over the slit. "You taste so good," she whispered, voice husky. Then she took him deep again, relaxing her throat as much as she could until her nose brushed the dark hair at his base.
"Fuck," Orion growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. His hips rolled up gently, meeting her rhythm. Sophia moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. She loved this—loved reducing him to just growls and curses with nothing but her mouth.
She kept a steady pace, alternating between long, deep sucks and teasing licks along his length. One hand cupped his balls, massaging them gently while the other pumped the base of his cock. Orion’s breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Sophia... shorty, I’m close," he warned, voice strained.
Instead of pulling away, Sophia doubled her efforts, sucking harder, her tongue working relentlessly. She wanted this. She wanted to taste him, to give him the same pleasure he so often gave her.
With a guttural groan, Orion came, his cock pulsing hotly in her mouth as thick ropes of his seed spilled across her tongue. Sophia swallowed every drop, humming softly as she worked him through the aftershocks, her hand still stroking him gently until he softened.
When he finally relaxed, she released him with a soft pop and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Orion pulled her up immediately, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue without hesitation.
"You’re so good at this," he murmured against her lips when they broke apart, his voice warm with satisfaction.
Sophia smiled, settling against his chest. "I learnt from the best."
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