The second the heavy door clicked shut behind them, Sofia didn't speak.
She simply launched herself at him.
Her mouth crashed against Lawson's with three days of pent-up hunger and rage. She kissed like she was trying to crawl inside his skin—tongue deep, teeth nipping, a low, broken sound vibrating in her throat. Lawson caught her easily, one arm locking around her waist, the other fisting in her dark hair as he spun them and pressed her back against the cool wall beside the observation window.
Through the glass, Old Martin's eyes were already open.
Locked-in syndrome. Awake. Aware. Paralyzed.
Sofia broke the kiss just long enough to turn her head and stare straight at her husband. Her lips were swollen, spit-slick, eyes glassy with something far darker than tears.
"He can see us," she whispered, voice shaking with fury and arousal. "He's watching right now."
Lawson's cock twitched hard against her stomach. He didn't look at the glass. He looked at her.
"You sure about this?" he asked, voice low and rough. His thumb stroked her bottom lip. "Once we start, I'm not stopping. Not even if the whole floor hears you."
Sofia's answer was to grab his belt and yank it open with shaking fingers.
"Take it," she breathed. "Take my virginity while he watches. I want him to see the exact moment I stop belonging to him."
Lawson's control snapped.
He kissed her again, harder, swallowing her moan as his hands shoved her blouse open. Buttons scattered across the sterile floor. He yanked her bra down, freeing her full, soft breasts. Her nipples were already tight, dark, begging. He bent and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her hips jerk forward.
"Ah—Lawson…"
Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him there while he feasted. He moved to the other breast, sucking harder, leaving wet, shiny marks. Sofia's head fell back against the wall, but her eyes stayed on the glass. On her husband's twitching, helpless face.
"He's watching you suck my tits," she panted, voice thick with vicious pleasure. "Look at him. He can't even blink."
Lawson growled against her skin and dropped to his knees.
He shoved her skirt up around her waist, hooked his fingers in her panties, and ripped them down her thighs. The thin lace caught at her knees before he yanked them off completely and stuffed them into his pocket. Sofia's pussy was bare, smooth, already glistening. The scent of her arousal hit him—sweet, musky, forbidden.
He spread her thighs with both hands and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit.
Sofia's entire body jolted. A sharp, shocked cry escaped her before she clapped a hand over her mouth. Lawson didn't give her time to recover. He licked her again, slower, firmer, parting her folds with his tongue and circling her swollen clit. She tasted clean and young and desperately turned on.
"Oh my God—oh fuck—" Her voice was muffled against her own palm. Her other hand gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer. "Lawson… your tongue—feels so fucking good—"
He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked. At the same time, he pushed two fingers into her tight, virgin heat. She was scorching inside, walls fluttering, so narrow he had to work for every inch. Sofia's knees buckled. Only his grip on her thigh kept her upright.
Through the glass, the heart monitor's beeping had already picked up.
Lawson pumped his fingers slowly, curling them, rubbing that spot inside her while his tongue lashed her clit. Sofia's thighs trembled violently. Her juices coated his chin, dripping down his wrist. She was so wet it was obscene.
"I'm—Lawson, I'm gonna—fuck, I'm gonna come already—"
He didn't stop. He sucked harder, fingers thrusting faster, and Sofia shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a gunshot. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic, desperate pulses. A broken, sobbing moan tore out of her as she came on his tongue for the first time in her life, hips grinding against his face while she stared through the glass at her paralyzed husband.
The monitor spiked hard.
Lawson stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and kissed her deep so she could taste herself. Sofia clung to him, legs still shaking, eyes wild.
"More," she begged against his lips. "I need you inside me. Now. Please."
He freed his cock. Thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. Sofia looked down at it and swallowed, equal parts hunger and nerves.
"It's… big," she whispered.
Lawson cupped her face, made her look at him instead of the glass.
"You're going to take every inch," he said quietly. "And you're going to love it. Because it's me. Because you chose this."
Sofia nodded, biting her lip. "I want it to hurt a little. I want to feel it tomorrow when I sit in his chair."
Lawson lifted her like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He lined up, the fat head of his cock nudging her soaked entrance. Even with how wet she was, she was tiny.
He pushed.
The head breached her. Sofia's mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to bruise. The stretch was intense—burning, overwhelming. Her virgin walls fought him, fluttering and clenching.
"Fuck—fuck, you're so tight," Lawson groaned against her neck. "Breathe, baby. Let me in."
Sofia nodded frantically, tears of pain and overwhelming sensation in her eyes. She forced herself to relax. Lawson pushed deeper, inch by thick inch, until he felt the thin barrier give way. Sofia whimpered, forehead pressed to his.
"It's in," she gasped. "You're inside me. Oh my God… he can see your cock disappearing into me."
Lawson bottomed out with a low, guttural sound. He was buried to the hilt in her virgin pussy. Sofia was shaking all over, impaled, stretched obscenely around him. For a moment they just stayed there, breathing each other's air, connected in the most intimate way possible while Old Martin watched.
Then Sofia turned her head again and looked straight at her husband.
Her voice was hoarse, shaking with emotion.
"Watch," she whispered. "Watch him fuck me. Watch me become his."
Lawson started to move.
Slow, deep strokes at first—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting her feel every ridge, every vein. Sofia's head lolled back. Her mouth hung open, soft little "ah—ah—ah" sounds spilling out with every thrust. Her breasts bounced gently with the motion. Her pussy made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out.
The heart monitor was beeping faster now. Erratic.
Lawson picked up the pace. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the small anteroom. Sofia's juices were everywhere—coating his cock, dripping down his balls, running down her own ass. She was so wet it was leaking out around his shaft with every thrust.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder. Make it loud. I want him to hear how wet I am for you."
Lawson gave her what she wanted.
He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, the kind that made her entire body jolt. Sofia's moans grew louder, less controlled. She didn't care anymore. One hand left his shoulder and pressed against the glass, fingers splayed right in front of Old Martin's face.
"Look at me," she moaned, voice cracking. "Look at what you made me do. Look at how good he fucks me. I'm so full—God, Lawson, you're so deep—"
Lawson shifted his grip, one hand under her ass, the other sliding between them to rub her clit in tight circles. Sofia's eyes rolled back.
"I'm gonna come again—don't stop—please don't stop—"
Her second orgasm hit harder. Her pussy went vise-tight around him, rippling and milking his cock as she came with a broken cry. Clear fluid gushed out around his shaft, soaking them both. Lawson had to grit his teeth to keep from following her.
He didn't pull out.
Instead, he carried her the few steps to the narrow counter along the wall, set her ass on the edge, and kept fucking her. Now he could see her face clearly. Her mascara was smudged. Her lips were bitten red. She looked wrecked and beautiful and completely his.
"Again," he ordered, thumb still working her clit. "Come on my cock again while he watches."
Sofia sobbed with pleasure. "I can't—too much—oh fuck, Lawson—"
"You can." He leaned in and bit the side of her neck, sucking a dark mark right where her husband could see it. "You're going to come until your legs don't work. Until the only name you remember is mine."
He changed the angle, grinding deep on every thrust, and Sofia broke.
Her third orgasm rolled through her like thunder. She screamed this time—muffled only because Lawson slammed his mouth over hers and swallowed it. Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy spasmed so hard it almost pushed him out. Tears streamed down her face from the overwhelming pleasure.
Only then did Lawson let himself go.
He fucked her through it, hard and fast and brutal, chasing his own release. The wet sounds were obscene. Sofia was limp in his arms, completely fucked out, but she still managed to turn her head one last time and lock eyes with Old Martin.
Her voice was hoarse, ruined.
"This is mine now," she whispered. "My body. My pleasure. My choice."
Lawson buried himself to the root and came with a deep, animal groan.
Hot, thick pulses of cum flooded her virgin pussy. There was so much it immediately started leaking out around his cock, dripping onto the counter and the floor. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper, marking her from the inside while her husband watched every second.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the frantic, screaming beeps of the heart monitor.
Lawson stayed inside her, forehead pressed to hers, both of them shaking.
Sofia's legs were trembling so hard she couldn't have stood if she tried. She looked utterly destroyed in the best way—hair messy, lips swollen, cum and her own juices glistening on her thighs.
She smiled. Small. Vicious. Satisfied.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Lawson kissed her softly, tenderly, a stark contrast to how he'd just fucked her.
"Anytime you want to burn the world down," he murmured against her lips, "I'll bring the matches."
The heart monitor suddenly went into full alarm.
Lawson pulled out carefully. A thick stream of cum immediately followed, running down Sofia's thigh. He grabbed tissues from the counter and cleaned her as gently as he could, then himself. Sofia winced when she tried to close her legs.
"Sore?" he asked.
She nodded, but her eyes were bright. "Good sore."
They moved fast. Lawson helped her fix her bra and blouse. She smoothed her skirt. He sprayed half a can of clinical air freshener around the room while she finger-combed her hair and wiped the smudged mascara from under her eyes. The sharp chemical scent quickly overpowered the smell of sex.
They were just straightening up when the ICU doors burst open and a team of doctors and nurses rushed in.
Lawson stepped back into professional distance, face calm. Sofia stood with her chin high, legs still faintly trembling, a secret, dark smile playing at the corner of her mouth as the medical team swarmed around Old Martin's bed.
Through the glass, the old man's eyes were still open.
Wide. Terrified. Full of helpless, impotent rage.
Sofia met his gaze one last time.
Then she turned her back on him without a word.
Lawson placed a steadying hand at the small of her back as they walked out together.
Outside in the hallway, Sofia leaned into him for just a second, hidden from view.
"I can still feel you inside me," she whispered.
Lawson's fingers tightened on her waist.
"Good," he said quietly. "Because we're not done. Not even close."
Sofia's answering smile was slow, wicked, and full of promise.
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