The Interview Part: 4

Sophie’s breath mingled with James’s as the room swirled with heat and anticipation. Their connection hummed with an intensity that demanded release, every glance and touch a silent promise. James’s normally guarded expression was raw, filled with desire and a newfound submission that fueled Sophie’s confidence.

“Tell me what you want,” she murmured against his lips, her voice low and tantalizing. “I want you,” he growled, his hands sliding up her back, fingers tracing the delicate curve of her spine. “Every part of you.” Sophie smiled, reveling in his vulnerability. “Then take me,” she whispered, her breath feathering over his ear, “but remember who’s in charge.”

James shuddered at the words, his control hanging by a fraying thread. She guided his hands down her body, their heat searing through the thin fabric of her dress. His fingertips brushed over her hips, and when he hesitated, Sophie caught his wrists and pressed his palms against her curves. “Don’t hold back,” she commanded softly.

The tension between them shattered as James pulled her flush against him, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was both fierce and reverent. Their lips moved in perfect rhythm, tongues tangling as they tasted each other deeply. Sophie moaned into the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders as sparks ignited beneath her skin.

James lifted her effortlessly, setting her down on the cool surface of the sleek marble table behind them. Sophie gasped at the contrast between the chill of the stone and the fire coursing through her veins. His hands skimmed up her thighs, pushing her dress higher until the fabric bunched around her waist. “You’re stunning,” he rasped, his voice rough with need as he trailed kisses down the column of her neck.

Sophie arched into his touch, her body trembling as his lips explored the sensitive curve of her collarbone. She tangled her fingers in his thick hair, guiding him lower. James obeyed willingly, his tongue tracing patterns along her skin that left her breathless. Her dress slipped down one shoulder, exposing the delicate lace of her lingerie. James’s gaze darkened, hunger flickering in his eyes as he grazed his teeth gently over the swell of her breast. Sophie’s head fell back, a gasp escaping her lips as pleasure rippled through her.

“James,” she breathed, her voice heavy with longing.

He looked up, his lips swollen and glistening. “Say it again.”

“James,” she repeated, her tone both a plea and a demand.

He groaned, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. His hand slid beneath the lace, cupping her intimately as he elicited a shuddering moan from her. Sophie’s body trembled, heat pooling low in her belly as he explored her with exquisite precision. Her own hands were not idle. She traced the taut muscles of his chest, marveling at the way his body responded to her touch. His breath hitched as she teased her fingers lower, skimming the ridges of his abdomen before wrapping her hand around him once more.

The air between them was thick with desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they pushed each other to the brink. Sophie’s dominance mingled with James’s submission, creating a dynamic that was as intoxicating as it was liberating. “I can’t hold back,” he admitted, his voice strained. Sophie’s lips curved into a triumphant smile. “Then don’t,” she whispered.

With a growl, James lifted her again, carrying her toward the plush couch by the window. Moonlight streamed through the glass, casting a silvery glow over their entwined forms. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. Their movements became slower, more deliberate, as they explored each other without reservation. Sophie’s laughter mingled with James’s groans, the sound of their pleasure filling the room.

Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to their newfound balance—two forces colliding and blending seamlessly. Sophie reveled in the sensation of James yielding to her while simultaneously pushing her boundaries. When they finally collapsed together, breathless and sated, James cradled her against his chest. His fingers traced lazy circles along her back as they lay in the afterglow of their passion.

“You win,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sophie smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I think we both did.”