Grimstone Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

“Just… allergies.” Hargrove narrowed her eyes. “This is your third warning. One more disruption, and you’re out.” She hovered a moment longer, then left. Under the table, Sophia chuckled softly, vibrations humming against me. “Close one,” she whispered, then dove back in. Her tongue lapped greedily, exploring every fold, dipping inside to curl against my walls. I rocked subtly, chasing more, but forced stillness above the table. Sweetness mixed with the pornographic heat—her love in every lick, every gentle bite to my inner thigh.

Sophia placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, giving me the support I needed. “You know something, don't you?” I turned to her with a sharp look, urging her to answer. Sophia was silent for a moment, as if pondering her words. Finally, she nodded, and my chest tightened. “When I embraced you, I saw a glimpse of the moment when you and the God of the Underworld were involved in the great bargain. I'm not here to meddle in your affairs, Grace. But are you eager to lose one of your jewels?”