Chapter Five #3
Hell, I’m one hundred percent sure she doesn’t realise she’s rubbing her heavenly centre on my thigh. I’m not about to stop her. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. A pulse of something like dread warns that stopping her might not be in my near future. At all.
‘Don’t…don’t romanticise this.’
I laugh darkly. ‘There’s nothing romantic about the way I’m about to eat you alive.’
Her eyes flare, fearless, defiant, but molten beneath.
That’s all the invitation I need.
I drop to my knees, push apart her legs under her emerald wrap skirt and breathe in the intoxicating heat of her.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders and her head hits the wall with a soft thud when I rip off her flimsy lace panties.
Drag a moan from her beautiful throat when my tongue finds her, parting her slick folds, laving slowly, deliberately.
‘Theo…’ Her voice is strangled, hips jerking, one hand in my hair, the other braced against the wall.
‘Say it,’ I growl against her, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it lightly. ‘Say my name like you mean it.’
‘Theo!’ she cries this time, a raw, keening sound that makes my cock ache.
I devour her, relentless, my tongue thrusting inside her, then flicking over her nub until she’s trembling, thighs tightening around my shoulders.
She tastes like every last temptation on earth, like everything I swore I’d never let myself crave again.
She shudders as a fierce climax tears through her, her hips bucking against my mouth and her cry muffled against her own hand. I lick her through it, savouring every drop, until she slumps boneless against the wall.
I rise, catch her mouth again, let her taste herself on my lips. Her eyes are wild, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide.
‘You’re lethal,’ she whispers.
‘You’re divine,’ I rasp, sliding my arms beneath her and lifting her effortlessly. She gasps, clutching my shoulders as I carry her into my suite.
Her heels hit the floor with a clatter as I set her down. My fingers find the tie of her wrap, pull it loose and watch it pool at her feet. I step back a moment, because I need to see her—really see her.
‘Hell, Tessa.’ My voice is hoarse, reverent. ‘You’re perfect. Every inch of you. I could spend a lifetime mapping this body and still never be finished.’
Her cheeks flush, but her chin tilts defiantly. ‘Don’t flatter me.’
‘Not flattery.’ My hand trails down her side, cupping her hip. ‘Truth.’
I kiss her again, slower this time as I guide her back to the bed.
She tugs at my shirt with frantic hands. When I strip it over my head, her eyes rake hungrily down my torso, stamping an ownership I want to revel in.
My belt follows, my trousers, until I’m standing between her knees in nothing but briefs, my cock straining against the fabric.
‘Are you glad to be reaping what you’ve sown?’ I bask in a little triumph of my own, of having her exactly where I’ve wanted her for longer than I care to contemplate right now.
She reaches for me, stroking through the thin cotton, and I almost come undone on the spot. ‘You’re insufferable,’ she mutters, eyes on the thick outline in her hand.
‘And you,’ I groan, thrusting lightly into her palm, ‘are going to make me beg if you keep that up.’
Her laugh is shaky, aroused. ‘Maybe I like the sound of you begging for mercy.’
I nudge her firmly onto her back, peel the last of her lingerie away until she’s completely bare, glowing in the low lamplight. My gaze devours her, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the perfect flare of her hips.
‘You’re a goddess,’ I murmur, brushing kisses over her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, circling a nipple with my tongue until it pebbles. ‘A queen.’
Her breath stutters, her back arches even as I sense she’s about to protest again. ‘Theo…’
I slide down her body, kissing every inch, every curve, until I’m poised at her entrance again. But this time, I drag myself up instead, pressing my length against her belly.
We’re both trembling as I tear my briefs away. My shaft slides against her wet heat and I nearly lose it right there.
‘Condom,’ she says, almost desperately. ‘Don’t forget.’
I feel a frown gathering as I reach towards the nightstand for a condom and rip it open. ‘I wasn’t about to.’
She looks a little chagrined, perhaps at her own vehemence. Or was it something else? I dismiss it but when I move to roll on the prophylactic, she grabs my wrist.
‘Let me.’ Her voice is fierce in a way that makes me pause.
My brow furrows this time.
Something flashes in her eyes, too fast for me to pin down. Fear? Anguish? She covers it quickly, stroking me instead, distracting me with the tight grip of her hand.
I hiss out a curse, tension unravelling as she strokes me from root to tip, thumb circling the head until I’m cursing to the ceiling.
I let her sheath me, the snug heat of latex sliding into place before, lowering my head, peering into those mesmeric eyes, I sink inside her in one long, devastating thrust.
We groan together, the sound a ragged symphony.
She clenches around me as her arms lock tight around my neck. ‘God, yes, Theo…’
‘Good?’ I all but growl.
Her head bobs and I watch pleasure unfurl on her face, through her body when I thrust deep once more. ‘Yes. So good. Don’t stop.’
Gripping the backs of her knees, I piston in and out of her tight sheath, each stroke confirming, insisting that I’ve never felt anything this good. This exquisite.
I still, barely holding on to the last shred of control. My forehead presses to hers, sweat slicking our skin. Fuse my mouth to hers until she begins to protest over the lack of friction.
Then I drag her higher up the bed, reverse our positions. Watch her eyes light up with thrilling anticipation at her position of temporary control. ‘Ride me, queen.’
Her eyes blaze, molten and defiant, and she shifts, rolling her hips until she’s astride me. She takes me deep, inch by inch, every movement a brand against my soul. My hands grip her hips, guiding, urging, as she rocks over me with growing abandon.
‘Look at you,’ I pant, watching her head tip back, her hair a wild halo, her beautiful breasts bouncing as she moves. ‘Fucking majestic.’
Her nails rake down my chest, and her moans break into loud cries as she rides me harder, faster. My world narrows to the slick heat of her, to the flex of her body, to the way she clenches tighter with every thrust.
When she shudders again and her walls spasm around me, I lose the battle. My climax rips through me, violent and consuming, as I spill into the condom, my roar muffled against her throat.
She collapses against me, both of us shaking, drenched in sweat, the echo of our cries still hanging in the room.
My voice is rough, near-reverent as I kiss her temple. ‘Ride me again tomorrow. And the day after. Until you forget what it feels like to resist me.’
Her laugh is faint, a little broken, but it trembles through me like the echo of every need I didn’t realise I harboured.
Until now.