Sophie and David lay tangled in his bed, their hearts still racing from what they had just endured. The memory of London—of that alien apartment, of the Thames and the London Eye—was still too vivid, too real. And instead of fear before the inexplicable, what filled them now was a burning thrill. A hunger to explore the miracle, to see where their reckless experiments might lead.
Their eyes met, and no words were needed.
David slid lower, his lips finding her skin. Sophie sank into the pillows, legs relaxing apart. He began with gentle kisses, then his tongue brushed against her, teasing, slow but insistent. The effect was immediate. Sophie writhed across the sheets in delirium, her body jerking as if currents of electricity ran through her—neck and shoulders, chest and arms, belly and thighs, all shuddering in turn.
Her fingers twisted the sheets, her knees trembled. He licked her folds with shifting rhythm—now tender, now greedy. His teeth grazed her thighs, at first softly, then harder, leaving faint traces. Sophie lay wide-eyed, her chest rising and falling.
He quickened his pace, savoring the sight of her unraveling. Memory flashed—the first time in his office, when he had been at her mercy. Tonight, the tables turned. He claimed his revenge, drawing her into the same addiction, knowing she would crave more, and more again.
Sharpening the sensation, he drove his tongue deeper, pressing into the warm, wet sanctuary of her. The sweetness of her overwhelmed him, dizzying.
"Mmm… yes… ohhh yes…" Her voice broke into gasps, drowning in sensation. "Ahh—no, no—can't… I can't anymore!" One hand clutched her breast, the other pressed his head closer, her hips rolling into his mouth. Every muscle strung taut, every cell screaming in pleasure.
David did not stop. His tongue and lips moved tirelessly, carrying her higher, until she seemed to lose herself entirely. Her cries grew louder, wilder, echoing—
And then it happened.
A terrible crack split the air, as if the world itself shattered like glass. The room shuddered, the light flickered, and for a heartbeat everything blurred. Sophie froze, her eyes wide with both terror and rapture.
David raised his head, breathing hard, staring at her as if to confirm he wasn't imagining it. The air thickened, heavy and tangible, and for an instant they felt themselves falling—slipping again into another reality.
But then the sound faded. The tremor stilled. The room was the same—their room, in their city, the familiar crack in the ceiling unchanged.
Sophie caught his hand, clutching it tight.
"Dave…" she whispered, her voice trembling with intoxicated wonder. "It almost happened again."