Chapter 313: Dessert Before Dinner (R18)

Orion didn’t rush, and that alone made Sophia’s pulse increase.

His movements were slow, deliberate — the kind of slow that meant he wasn’t holding back because he was unsure, but because he intended to savor every second of whatever was about to happen.

And every second of her.

He shifted closer on the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress beside her hip, then the other. The warmth radiating off him was already enough to make Sophia’s breath catch. He leaned forward, bracing one hand behind her shoulder as the other reached for the pillow.

"Hold still," he murmured, his voice low, steady, and too gentle for the look in his eyes.

Sophia blinked at him, dazed. "What... what are you doing?"

"Making you comfortable," he said simply.

He slid an arm beneath her back, lifting her carefully. Her body was still in pain and she winced a bit as he adjusted her.

"You okay?" he asked, already shifting his hold so the pressure moved away from where she hurt.

"Not really, but I can manage," she told him.

He paused. "Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Alright, but if anything hurts, tell me, okay?"

His voice dropped even further.

She nodded again, and he smiled.

He settled the pillow behind her lower back, propping her up in a way that tilted her hips slightly without straining anything else. His hands skimmed along her sides as he helped her lean back — not touching anywhere inappropriate, but somehow still leaving a trail of heat everywhere he passed.

Sophia swallowed. "You’re... very calm."

"Shorty," he murmured as he reached for the edge of her dress, "you should know by now... I’m calmest right before I ruin you."

She would have choked if she weren’t already breathless.

He lifted her dress slowly — maddeningly slowly — gathering the fabric from her thighs upward in soft folds. His knuckles brushed against her skin, warm and careful, and every inch he exposed made her heartbeat pick up until it felt like her chest was humming.

She gasped softly. "Orion—"

He eased her knees apart with a tenderness that contradicted the wicked intent simmering in his eyes. He lifted one leg, then the other, adjusting her gently into position while making sure her body didn’t hurt at all. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

And then he stilled.

His hands slid along the insides of her knees, warm and steady, guiding them just a little wider until she could feel the air between them shift.

Sophia’s breath trembled.

She tried — and failed — not to sound flustered as she whispered, "You still haven’t told me what you’re doing."

Orion looked up at her slowly.

The smile he gave her was dangerous. Warm. Knowing.

"I’m having dessert before dinner."

Sophia let out a nervous laugh. She knew this was all because she had teased him.

"I caused this, didn’t I?"

"Completely," he said without apology. "And I’m not complaining."

He leaned down, his broad shoulders settling between her thighs, and pressed a lingering kiss to her knee. Just a brush of lips — light, warm, teasing.

Sophia’s hand tightened reflexively in the sheets.

He kissed a little closer to her inner thigh and she shuddered. He hadn’t even done anything yet and her body was already reacting to him.

She shuddered again.

"Orion..." Her voice hitched.

"Hm?" His lips brushed her skin again, higher this time.

She sucked in a sharp breath.

He chuckled, low and satisfied.

He traced the path of his lips upward, trailing slow kisses along her inner thigh — each one closer, each one more deliberate, each one making her chest tighten and her stomach twist.

Her pulse was everywhere.

Her breath barely stayed in her lungs.

His thumbs stroked her hips, grounding her gently as he continued moving closer. Every time his mouth touched her skin, the muscles in her stomach fluttered involuntarily.

When he finally reached his destination — the place he knew would make her scream even from just one touch — Orion paused. He moved his fingers over the sensitive spot and Sophia gasped.

"Shorty," he said quietly, "if you don’t want anyone to know what’s going on in here, then I’m going to advise you to keep your voice down."

She nodded.

Orion smiled and then placed his tongue on her clit. He almost sighed in relief at the taste. She was soaking wet for him.

He paused a moment after the first taste. "Shorty... is this all for me?" he asked as he moved his thumb up and down her sensitive bud.

"Who else is it going to be for?" she asked him.

Orion chuckled.

"Your friend Micah was in the room some minutes ago."

"Are we really going to talk about other people while you’re there with your fingers on my clit?" she asked him.

Orion added pressure at that and she hissed in pleasure.

She shot him a glare and he chuckled again.

"I’m sorry, shorty. Perhaps I just like seeing you this way... but only for me."

"It’s only for you, you oaf," she muttered.

He chuckled again and pressed his tongue against her clit. This time he didn’t stop. He feasted on her like a man starved, and Sophia mewled above him as he devoured her.

Orion had missed hearing her sounds. He had missed being around her. Hearing her call him an oaf. Hearing her insult him. He had missed everything about her — and now that he had her with him again, alive, speaking, and warm, he wasn’t going to stop.

He moved his fingers into her pussy as he devoured her.

"Orion," she gasped above him.

He didn’t stop. He continued his assault on her.

"Fuck... Orion, right there. Right... oh..."

Her sounds were like music to his ears. Orion knew she was about to cum and he didn’t stop. He wanted everything — every drop from her — and she gave it to him, and he lapped her greedily.

When he was done, he trailed kisses up her thigh — but Sophia didn’t want that. She placed her bandaged arm around him and dragged him closer, kissing him.

Orion smiled against the kiss as he returned it.