Chapter 13 #2
‘So?’ I roll my hips against him, catching the hard ridge of his need and relishing the soft hiss he gives. ‘Seven years ago, I wanted you. Seven hours ago, I wanted you. And I want you still.’ I rise up, my lips brushing his jaw, my breath warm against his skin. ‘Let me prove it to you.’
‘How?’ It’s a guttural groan.
I ease back just enough to take his hand and inch my legs apart.
‘Feel…’ I whisper, bunching up the hem of my dress and taking him under, pressing him to the aching, wet heart of me. A curse slips through his teeth, and I lift my eyes to his. Steady. Unashamed.
‘Now tell me I don’t know what I want.’
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Theo
Fuck .
She’s soaked.
And she’s sinking my fingers in deeper like I’m the answer to her every prayer.
When I’m convinced, she’s mine. I’m going to hell. It’s official. But I can’t take this from her. No more than I can stop my next breath.
I can control what I give her, though.
Her heavy-lidded eyes burn up at me, flickering with every pulse of pleasure coursing through her. There’s a desperation in them, a shimmer of something raw and reckless as she grinds against my fingers, taking her pleasure and owning it.
All the years apart. All the time either side where I looked at her and swallowed my want, told myself it wasn’t right.
And it’s no more right now. She’s still Taylor’s sister.
My responsibility. But then there’s him.
That fucking asshole. That cruel, selfish bastard who abused her body and crushed her spirit.
Well, fuck that. If I can do one thing, it’s to obliterate his touch with my own, to rewrite everything he broke in her with care, with reverence, with every ounce of control I have left.
I fork my hand through her hair, anchor my other between her legs as she rides against me.
‘I’ll give you the stars, Sadie,’ I grate out, ‘but on one condition.’
‘If this is where you tell me to ache for all the right reasons again…’ she breathes, eyes glazed, body still rocking ‘…it’s far too late for that.’
‘No…’ a tight laugh breaks free. ‘It’s not that.’
‘Then what?’
She gasps as I ease the lace aside, my fingers sliding along her slick, hot seam, and it’s like coming home. Pure fucking bliss. She’s all heat and trembling want, so wet and so goddamn ready. I dip my fingers lower and she moans, her head falling back.
‘This doesn’t get to be about me,’ I whisper against her, pulling back to catch her swollen clit, circling it with gentle precision as she whimpers and writhes. ‘This is all about you.’
Her brow furrows in confusion, her eyes hazy with lust. ‘I don’t understand…’
‘I’m not going to fuck you,’ I murmur. ‘Tonight isn’t about taking anything from you.’ My lips brush her temple. ‘It’s about giving you everything.’
Her breath stutters, then catches completely as I sink inside her. She grips my shoulder, nails biting through the cotton of my shirt as she falls back against the counter.
She’s close. So fucking close already. Her hips working with wild, instinctive rhythm.
‘I can feel it,’ I rasp against her ear. ‘Let go for me, baby.’
Her head shakes in a desperate no, even as her body says yes. ‘I— I can’t?—’
‘You can,’ I whisper, pressing a kiss beneath her ear, another to her throat. ‘Chase those stars.’
She moans, the sound hitching into tiny gasps.
‘That’s it,’ I breathe. ‘That’s it.’
‘Right there,’ she pants, head thrown back, eyes wide with wonder as they lock on mine. ‘Oh God, right?—’
She comes hard. A full-body tremble that has her thighs clenching around my hand, her voice cracking on my name. ‘ Theo !’
She clutches at my shirt, her hips jerking against me, waves crashing through her as she soaks my fingers and swallows them whole.
Fuck. I nearly lose it. I’m so fucking hard, as I hold her through it. One arm around her back, one hand still between her legs, coaxing the aftershocks as my cock strains for its own release.
But I don’t move. Don’t grind. Don’t take an inch as I seek to undo every scar that bastard left behind.
And I’m nowhere near done.
She’s too fucking beautiful like this – unravelled, empowered, free.
She collapses against me with a shaky laugh, her cheek to my chest. ‘Oh my God. What was… what was the condition again?’
I lift her chin and look into her eyes, my heart beating wild in my chest as I put words to my intent. ‘That you take your pleasure and feel what it’s like to be worshipped…’
‘I don’t remember any mention of wor?—’
She breaks off as I hoist her onto the counter, eyes flaring wide when I drop to my knees.
‘ Theo …?’
‘Shh,’ I murmur, not taking my eyes from hers as my palms glide slowly up her thighs, savouring the silken heat of her skin, the flickering fire in her glassy gaze, every tremor of anticipation her body gives me… until I reach the whisper of lace between us.
‘I’m not done with you yet.’
Her breath hitches as I rip the soft pink lace from her body and slip it into my pocket.
‘I don’t want Lottie finding them come morning.’
She huffs out a breath. ‘You think of everything.’
If she only knew ‘everything’ meant this moment imagined way too many times over the years. Though nothing I ever pictured comes close to the heaven before me as I spread her thighs wide. Fuck .
Her soft curls glisten with need, just for me.
She trembles and she whimpers. Or is that fucking me?
I lean in, lips trailing kisses along her quivering thighs, fingers parting her dripping folds to my burning gaze. Fuck, yes. I lift my eyes to hers… ‘You ready?’
‘Theo,’ she pants, the tiniest shake of her head ‘I can’t. Not again, not?—’
‘Yes,’ I growl against her, flicking my tongue over her clit. ‘You can.’
Her hips buck, but I hold her down, her pleasure-filled curse shooting straight to my dick.
I latch onto the swollen bud of nerves, sucking and rolling as her hands fly to my hair, her legs trembling around my shoulders, her heels digging into my back.
I slide two fingers inside her, then three, four, pumping steadily as my tongue teases, tastes, devours…
‘More, fuck , more!’ she begs, so greedy, so ready, and my cock pleads with her, pre-cum seeping. Balls aching. But I refuse to give in. This is all about her. For her.
I twist my hand, tucking my thumb in and sliding deeper. Her cry comes from the very heart of her, her walls clenching around me. I can feel every flutter of muscle, every subtle shift in her body as she takes me in to the knuckle then more.
‘Yes, yes— yes!’ She rocks back and explodes, her pleasure flooding my mouth and my groin.
Jesus H Christ. I tense, my entire body strung tight as my cock kicks against the waistband of my trousers, desperate for relief, but I swallow it down. Her taste still on my tongue, her body still pulsing. I hold steady until she’s spent. Limp, twitching, flushed.
I rise and lift her into my arms. She curls into me, her face buried into my throat, and my heart pounds within my chest. Emotions clogging up every channel within me, and I’m scared to identify a single one.
I carry her down the hall, my cock aching, my balls drawn tight. I kick open her door and one look at her bed has me freezing on the threshold.
‘This is where I say goodnight.’
She blinks up at me as I set her down. ‘Are you not…’ she starts and I shake my head. ‘But you didn’t…?’
‘No.’ It comes out harsher than I’d like and I brush my knuckles along her cheek. ‘That wasn’t the deal.’
Then I turn and walk before I break it and break myself in the process.
Because it’s one thing to give her pleasure when she’s under my protection, but another to take it.
Yeah, you think Taylor’s going to give a fuck about semantics, especially when Sadie was high on champagne too.
And do you really think it’s Taylor you’re worrying about?
Don’t you think the problem rides a little closer to home?
Your heart, your pain, your mistake…
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I rake a hand through my hair and my nostrils flare with her scent. My cock threatening to shoot its load regardless – shower, now.
I stride into my bedroom, strip my tee and toss my phone onto the bed. I’m entering the bathroom when the thing starts to vibrate on the sheets and my head snaps around. Who the hell would ring at this hour?
It’s set to DND after midnight, and I can count on one hand the number of people who can get through that status:
Mum. Axel. Taylor. Jake.
And Jake wouldn’t dare call me at this hour. Not if he still wanted his head come morning.
Which can only mean one thing.
Something’s happened.
And it’s bad.
I cross the room and snatch it up, half-expecting to see Taylor’s name flashing up at me, ready to give me an earful for something she can’t possibly know about yet.
But it’s not Taylor. A chill runs down my spine as I swipe to answer.
‘Axel, what is it?’