15
After landing in their compromising position, Sophia and Edmund quickly put some distance between them. Sophia found a box of matches, and illuminated the small space with cozy gas light. The tall yellow flames flickered across the small wooden room.
“This is fancy.” Edmund said, doing his best to break the silence. “How many of these are across the woods?”
“A dozen.” Sophia said. “Eric had them installed over the century in case we should need them. I’ve only ever used one once before, when Eric and I got sidetracked tracking deer. We’re lucky we stumbled across it.”
“Yeah.” Edmund laughed and brushed a hand across his head. His body took up the width of a small sofa, his hands steepled together between his outstretched legs as he looked into the fire. Sophia curled up on a small chair opposite the sofa. Edmund’s body almost filled the small underground cabin. Sophia’s dainty frame nestled into it perfectly. “Sorry about earlier. Awkward landing.” He laughed. “Didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine.” She said a little too quickly, fighting to keep the moan held back which threatened to spill from her lips. Her mind refused to stray from the memory of being on top of him. How hard his body had felt underneath hers, how tiny she was on top of him. She squeezed her legs together at the thought, aware of the damp filling her panties. She’d never felt this way about a man. Just what the hell was wrong with her? She jumped out of her chair, deciding she needed something to keep her busy. “There are basic blood stores in these cabins. I'll fix a drink. You want something?”
“Sure. Did you mention something about a shower too?”
“Just through there.” She pointed to the door behind him. “No one has been here in a while so the water tank should be full. The boilers are automatic, so it’ll be nice and hot. I’ll fix this drink, why don’t you jump in the shower?”
A few minutes later the sound of scalding water came from behind the shut bathroom door, followed by tendrils of steam. Sophia stood in the small kitchenette, staring at the door, chewing on her bottom lip, wondering what it looked like on the other side. Water pouring over hard muscle. Suds trickling down perfect washboard abs. She pressed herself against the kitchen counter and moaned softly while closing her eyes and thinking of him.
Get a hold of yourself girl. He’s a guest. You can’t think this way about guests.
Or anyone apparently. Sophia had never dared to let herself think or feel this way about anyone. She’d only ever come close to loving one person, and he had died a long time ago. Even then, she wasn’t sure she could remember his name. There was a faint memory of childhood together, but that was it.
The shower clicked off, and she heard Edmund climb out. He’d be drying himself off now. She pulled the blood out of the special chiller and poured two tall glasses. She almost dropped them upon entering the small living area again, at seeing Edmund sat on the sofa in at towel.
“Not changing back into your clothes then?” She asked with a nervous smile, trying to keep her eyes on his face. She held a glass out for him and sat down on the small chair next to the sofa.
“I always like to air dry.” He said while taking a sip of his blood. “Thanks for the drink, it’s fantastic.”
They sat there in silence, listening to the crackle of the fire as they drank their blood. “We’ll make our way back to the castle at night fall. The pack will be far away by now, and we’re close to home.”
“I guess we’re bunking together until then.” Edmund said.
“What?” Sophia’s heart quickened in her chest.
“There’s only one bed in this little shack. Didn’t you know?”
“No, you must be wrong…” Shaking her head, she jumped out of the chair and quickly inspected the bedroom. There was only one, and it had one double bed. Dazed, she walked back and sat in her chair.
“It’s fine.” Edmund said. “You can take the bed, I’ll probably just stay up and read.”
“No you take it.” Sophia said. “You’re my guest. You deserve to rest.”
“Whatever.” Edmund smirked. “Have it your way.”
Sophia felt her cheeks warming slightly. Was there a reason he was being so short with her? He picked up a book off the coffee table in front of him and leafed through it idly. She allowed her eyes to wander over him. He had a handsome face, with a powerful jaw and beautiful eyes.
His thick black hair sprouted from his head in perfect messy curls. She’d never particularly liked beards, but he suited his. As for his body, she’d never seen anything like it. He was in shape, there was no question, that was normal enough, but it was the sheer size of him. The small white towel around his waist looked as if it were struggling to burst open at any moment. And wouldn’t that be nice?
“Do you dislike me?” She asked.
He dragged his eyes from the book to her and laughed. “Are you kidding?”
“What?”
“You haven’t said a word to me since I arrived at the castle. Every time I try to make conversation with you, you either ignore me or run away. It didn’t take me long to realize that you don’t like me. But whatever cupcake. I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m just wondering… what the hell did I do to get in your bad books?”
She sat there with her mouth open. He thought she hated him? That explained quite a lot. Looking back on her behavior from his point of view, she could see how Edmund might interpret her shyness as snobbishness. It was all so ridiculous, she could only giggle in response.
Edmund rolled his eyes. “Look I get it, you’re from this noble family. You think you’re better than me, whatever. I don’t care. My main task is keeping you alive princess, so just try to stay alive until I get you back to the castle. I don’t want to piss off your brother.”
Her amusement gave way to ire at this point. Why did everyone always have to treat her like she was a delicate flower that needed protecting? “I can look after myself.” Sophia said with a cold glare. “I’m sick of always being treated like a child. Just because I’m short and cute looking, everyone assumes I can’t handle myself. Well I can!”
It was Edmund’s turn to laugh this time.
“What’s so funny?!”
“Nothing darling, just… you keep telling yourself that. I’ve come across enough girls like you to know what you are when I see it.”
“And what’s that?”
“Spoiled little princess. Always need someone to look after them, always need a knight in shining armor standing tall behind them.”
“Fuck you.” She said, covering her mouth with her hand quickly.
Edmund raised his brows in response, a delighted smile spreading over his face. “There you go! Looks like you actually found your spine! How does it feel to have some control over your life for once?”
Just what the fuck was this guy’s problem? Sophia clenched her jaw in anger, balling her fists up tight, wanting to send them thrashing in his direction. “I have plenty of control, I can control you if I want to, you… fucking ingrate!”
“Oh really?” Edmund’s smile widened, and he seemed to take much pleasure in the fact that he was getting under her skin. He sat forward and turned his head. “And just how are you going to do that? Big bad guy like me against a little girl like you. You think you can boss me around just because you’re a Belmont?”
Sophia’s breath raced through her nose as she struggled to contain her anger. She stood up from the chair, her eyes blazing into Edmund’s like coals. “You have no idea what I’m capable of you stupid lump of muscle!”
His response came as a cocky chuckle. He held her gaze and leaned back on the sofa, spreading his huge arms across its back. “You haven’t got it in you. Sooner you realize that the better. Why not head to bed, catch some sleep? Wouldn’t want the pretty little princess getting tired and snappy.”
“So you think I’m pretty?” Sophia crossed her arms and raised a smug brow.
Edmund froze for a moment, indicating that he’d said too much. “I’m just getting under you skin. Don’t flatter yourself princess.”
She curled her fingers tight into her palms, suppressing the urge to scream. Failing to think up a witty comeback, she stormed across the cabin to the bedroom. As she walked, she heard him chuckling to himself behind her.
In the room, her feet paced quickly back and forward across the wooden floorboards. How dare he talk to her like that? Just who was he? She walked fast and furious circles across the floor before coming to a stop in front of the mirror. Her cheeks tinged with pink from her furor, her breath was shaking. Was it furor or was it arousal? She didn’t really want to admit it to herself. She only had one idea on how to shut him up, and she’d been seconds away from doing it. Storming in here was the only thing that had stopped her.
“You want me to tuck you in and read you a bed time story?” He shouted from the other room.
Her eyes widened with fire. That was it, she wasn’t letting this motherfucker bully her around any longer. Stood in the mirror, Sophia tugged the zip on her dress down and slipped her arms out of it. The dress fell to the floor around her ankles and she stepped out of it. She unclipped her hair, letting it fall too. The glossy black sheet rested halfway down her back. Her underwear was next, and a moment later she stood naked in front of the mirror, staring at herself.
Let’s see who is in control now then, brute.
Sophia took one final breath, steeled her nerves and walked back into the cabin. His back was to her, he was still on the couch, hunched over and reading a book. She didn’t wait, she didn’t pause, she circled round in front of the sofa, pushed him back and climbed right on top of him, straddling him as she did so.
“Sophia!” Edmund shouted in surprise. “What the—”
Her lips burst against his, tasting the sweet softness of his flesh. For a moment he sat there in complete shock. He seemed to get the picture quickly enough, and he dropped all pretense of putting up a fight. He wrapped his large hands around her tiny waist and kissed her back. Fire burst through her body at his touch.
His lips felt utterly divine against hers. She felt something thick and hard stirring beneath his towel. Their crotches pulled tight against each other as their lips worked furiously. She held his head in her hands, gasping and kissing him as much as she could.
They didn’t share many words after that, and their bodies said everything left unspoken.
“Are you sure?” His lips asked as she bit into them playfully.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything.” Her hand answered as it worked its way down his chest.
His towel was the only thing keeping their bodies apart. With a quick shift of their weight, she hovered off it and Edmund cast it to one side quickly. When she came back down this time, her wet and open sex grazed against the hot steel of his cock. Her mouth couldn’t help but exclaim her surprise.
“Oh my goodness, Edmund!” She dropped her head back as his lips moved down her throat to her chest, to lay sprinkles of hot kisses across her small breasts. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding the wetness of her line up and down his shaft. He growled his approval, curling one finger to smooth small circles over her ass, while his other hand found her clit.
“I want you.” She moaned while thrusting her lips against his again. “I want you Edmund, I knew it from the moment I saw you.”
His finger pushed inside of her folds, feeling her tightness. She let out a sharp gasp as warmth flooded her body. “Are you a virgin?” He asked.
She nodded.
In a swift movement they had changed positions, Edmund placed her on her back, with her legs draped over his muscled shoulders. His head was between her thighs, planting sweet kisses on her milky skin. He went slow at first, moving his lips up and down her sex, working it sensually and maddeningly.
After a few minutes she was writhing on the sofa, threading her fingers through his hair, tormented by the orgasms bursting across her body. Her pussy soaked through with want for him. He came up for air and pressed his lips against hers. She sucked her juices from his lips, finding it only aroused her more.
“I think you’re ready.” He purred between kisses.
“Yes.” She pleaded. “Yes, please!”
Edmund took her waist in his hands, repositioned her on the sofa and moved his giant body over the top of hers. He pushed her legs back, exposing her pussy to him completely. She stared down at the mammoth oak that was his cock, half wondering if it would fit inside of her at all. She licked her lips, pledging to herself silently that she would take all of him.
He shuffled forward, holding his cock in two hands as he pushed the hot marble of his tip against her folds. Sophia let out a loud gasp as she felt herself sliding around him. He slid inside of her all the way to his base, stretching her around the meat of his girth. She closed her eyes and moaned through a wordless smile. He filled her in a way that was almost painful, but it was a good pain. He pulled his hips back and then rolled them forward again gently, penetrating her properly for the first time.
Her thighs trembled with pleasure. His eyes burned down at her naked body, savoring every inch of her perfection. He leaned down and their lips were together again once more. She held him there, kissing him and gasping while he fucked her in the most amazing way. Several orgasms later, they were coming together, and she was crying out louder than ever as she felt him flood inside of her. In the silence after that first joining, she lay underneath him, stroking his chest and kissing his lips tenderly. She felt drunk with pleasure, drunk with want for him.
“I hope you like that,” she said. “Because I want to do it quite a bit more.”
“Do what?” He asked.
Sophia blushed, and spoke in a whisper. “...fuck.”
Edmund laughed, pulled her tight against him and kissed her lips. “Oh darling. You’re so innocent it’s cute. I was working you in gentle then. That was your first time, so we were making love. If you want to see a real fuck, you best prepare yourself. I go hot and hard.”
In a flash she rolled her body over his, straddled him and slid her hips over his cock. He hardened immediately and his eyes burned with want.
“Why don’t you come and show me then?” She teased. “I’m ready when you are stud.”