28. Eden
TWENTY-EIGHT
EDEN
Body still withering from the high coursing through my veins, it pushes out all of the fear I’d been feeling earlier. How can any one person make another feel so…alive? Electrified ? Is this normal, or is this Teddy?
Because the way he’s grinning at me after he just licked all my wetness off his fingers stretches those bounds of normality until they threaten to snap. And him calling me a good little girl ? Why does that have me getting even wetter? I do want more, greedily so, and emboldened under his stare that makes me feel seen and womanly and sexy, I slowly slip one side of my dress down my shoulder, his eyes zeroing in on the movement like a tiger prepared to pounce. Slowly—as slowly as I am undressing for him—a wicked grin stretches his cheeks, his eyes glinting with a touch of madness.
He rises up on his knees between my spread legs, ripping off his jacket, loosening his tie with one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other. It becomes a race for him, as excited as he is, and it’s then I feel it leisurely pushing through my veins. Power . I have power in this situation, over someone as immense as Teddy, and it feels so fucking good. He really is obsessed with me. He held himself in check, because Cash let slip how badly he wanted me.
I think I finally believe it.
So I pause, watching him strip for me, utterly entranced by his dark beauty, his muscles moving sinuously beneath his skin, as taut as a stretched rubber band.
“Eden.” His deep voice snaps me from my bemused staring, and my eyes jump up from the bulge in his slacks to his dancing eyes. Chuckling, he nods to my dress. “Fair is fair.”
Blushing a little, I say softly, “I…I need help.”
Leaving his pants on, he drops down onto his hands to hover over me again, grinning like a fool as he studies me. “You taste so fucking good.”
Well…now I’m not blushing just a little. I didn’t know I could taste good to someone, but the truth is there in his eyes and in how enthusiastically he did all that with his tongue and fingers. I’m thankful that when I came to the circus last year, Jess told me to go get waxed. Wearing those skimpy outfits makes me self conscious on a good day, especially if I forget to shave my legs or it's time to rip the hair from my nether regions again.
“Thank…you?” I say. He laughs, the sound so beautiful and rich, his grin stretching his cheeks wide. When his smile fades from his face, it still lingers in his eyes.
“I was serious. I want to do that to you every goddamn day. More than once a day. Even if you say no.”
A million different emotions hit me at his words, but that subtle threat at the end has my thighs rubbing together, an ache growing between my legs anew.
“You can’t make me,” I whisper, throwing the line out to see what reaction I’ll ensnare. His pupils dilate so quickly that the black consumes the teal in less than a second. He visibly shivers, but I can tell it’s not from the cold beginning to seep in from the broken window.
“Is that so?” He quirks a dark brow, and biting my lip to hide my playful smile, I nod. His nostrils flare as he answers my grin with one of his own—albeit one a wolf would wear.
“Eden, I’d hunt you across this entire fucking earth if you ever tried to run away from me. I’d lock your ass here, in this asylum, if you ever even thought you could escape me,” he says, his voice low, his oaths spoken from the deepest, most wicked parts of his dark soul. “You made your little deal with me, but you were mine long before that, even when I was too wrapped up with the voices in my head to see.”
Lightning strikes my veins, because he’s just shared something with me, something I’m not sure he meant to. Swallowing hard, I whisper, “Did…Did I earn a secret?”
His smile morphs and grows again, and it’s then I understand that he did mean to tell me. So he hears… voices ? Is he schizophrenic? Or is it something like me with seeing the dead?
Am I schizophrenic?
“They’re obsessed with you,” he says breathily. “So please don’t make me wait any longer to really make you mine.”
Shocked, I hide it by smiling coyly.
“Then do it.”
“Fuck,” he breathes as soon as I taunt him, shaking his head and tearing his eyes from mine. The muscles and tendons and veins winding up his arms are stretched tight, his frame trembling with the exertion it takes him to not claim me right this instant. I…I think I like torturing him, pushing his resolve to the brink, seeing what will make him snap. “You little fucking sadist.”
His eyes come back to mine, shining anew in their obsession, and my heart soars.
“You’d really hunt me down?” I ask, studying his reaction. For some reason, I need to know, need that reassurance that he’d be my knight in shining armor when the day comes. I also kind of want to know if he’d… play hunt me down, because I’m not sure why, but I really, really like the idea.
“In every sense, Eden,” he swears, and I shiver. With no more hesitation, he begins to pluck at the strings of my corset, loosening them one by one until the bodice slips from my torso. He casts the entire dress aside as I cover my breasts, only the ballet flats still wrapped around my feet. He reaches back, fishing in the bag beside the bed for a moment, coming back with a gold and black plastic square in his hand.
With his other, he frees his cock, and my eyes widen. I skipped school the day Seattle Prep had the sexual education course, because I knew Brant would make my life hell by teasing me. So Teddy’s dick is the first I’ve seen, and as uneducated as I am, I still know it’s huge.
He tears open the packet with his teeth as he strokes the length, veins winding their way to a soft, purplish tip. Something shiny leaks from the end, an enticing droplet clinging there. He watches me as I watch him, both of us equally as fascinated with the other’s reactions. I’ve even forgotten that I’m bared to him, completely naked.
My brows furrow and my lips pout as he rolls the condom on, cutting off my view.
“Don’t give me that, little ghost,” he jests, and my eyes bounce to his. Fire simmers there, but his entire frame vibrates in anticipation.
“What?”
“I’ll put babies in you someday, but not right now. I have a few fantasies to live out with you before that.”
God, he can read my mind, and it’s fucking scary sometimes.
“I just…wanted to know what it felt like. Without that, the first time.”
His head falls back, his face pointed toward the ceiling as he groans.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I bite my smile away, and the smelly rubber hits the floor. I know what we’re doing is risky, but I also don’t care. I want this to be a certain way, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get my wishes.
“Cash was right,” he says, and I cock my head at him in question. He grins. “Said he bet I wouldn’t even use those. So he bought us Plan B as a joke.”
I only somewhat know what that is, and only because when Chastity takes it, she’s a raging bitch for days after.
His smile fades slightly when I don’t respond. “You were really sheltered, huh?”
That’s a secret I’m not ready to share, but it’s because I don’t want to give a single thought to my mother, especially right now, when something so good is about to happen. I shake my head softly, but firmly say, “After.”
Intrigue lights his gaze, and he moves above me, centering his hips to mine. It crashes upon me, in this moment. This is really about to happen. Awe and terror wage a war over my heart, and I swallow thickly, my voice squeaking when I speak. “Will…will this hurt?”
His eyes flick to mine, and he shakes his head, dropping down so our noses touch. “It will, but it won’t be because I want it to.”
I quiver at his words but nod.
“I’ll go slow, Eden. You set the pace. You tell me to stop or go and I’ll listen.”
“Th-thank you…”
He smirks, leaning up to press a kiss between my worried brows, and then I feel him at my entrance. My fingers dig into my bare chest, needing to sink into something to keep me planted. He rubs his thick tip up and down my wet slit, circling it over my sensitive nub, creating that pool of pleasure deep in my stomach again.
He does this a few times, dragging my wetness all around, igniting sparks of pleasure that center in my core and flare out through my limbs. The only thing I can hear is the pounding of my heart that shakes my frame, and his trembling breaths, the exertion it’s taking to hold himself back insurmountable.
“You ready?” he pants. No, I’m not, but I also am, and so I nod. He presses his head to my entrance, slowly easing inside, the stretch something different entirely than when it was just his fingers. It burns and aches, but he eases out, and the pain fades to a dull thudding. He reaches down, circling his thumb over my clit, and I gasp as the pleasure helps soothe some of the pain.
He does it again, gently rocking himself into me, a little further this time, pain and pleasure mingling into something darkly beautiful.
“Was…was that all of…it?” I ask.
He bursts forth with a bark of laughter, and I glare at him. He simply presses a kiss to my cheek and says, “No. That was only the tip, baby. Watch.”
Suddenly, he’s in me again, but his arms have lifted me until I’m half sitting on his lap, his dick inside me. It’s such an erotic sight, seeing us joined in such an intimate way, my pussy stretching to its max as it takes him, and his dick throbbing in time with his heartbeats. “You’re doing so good, Eden.”
His voice is a darkened whisper, and I watch with rapture as he sinks more deeply into me. It’s still not even halfway in.
“Ow,” I hiss, fingernails digging into his biceps, brow pinched in the middle. He eases out, keeping his cock in me but relenting slightly.
“Such a beautiful little doll. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he says, voice husky in desire as he watches the scene between us as well. “Look at you, taking me like such a good girl.”
“Mmm,” I whimper as he pushes more back in.
“Drool on it, baby,” he says breathlessly. Shocked, my eyes catch his, but he nods down. “Open that smart mouth and drool all over my cock before I put it in you.”
Oh my god…
My jaw falls open, my body obeying before my mind can comprehend, and I let my saliva drip down in long, wet strings. Some lands on his cock, some on my clit, where it slides to my stretched entrance. He continues to back out and feed me more, and I keep my mouth open, my eyes bouncing from us to his face. He’s biting his lip, his gaze on his cock, his head tilted to the side for the perfect view.
“You were made for me,” he says with conviction, and I shudder above him. When he’s halfway in and I swear I can’t take anymore, his eyes find mine. “I’m gonna break your hymen, baby. You’re gonna bleed. It’s gonna hurt. But I’ll make it feel better, I promise.”
Adrenaline strikes my veins and chills me to my core, but I nod. I’d rather just get the painful part over with. Everyone says it gets better with practice, and I think Teddy and I will be practicing a lot in the coming days and weeks. At least, I hope so.
Sucking in a deep breath, I release it and nod again.
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
He pushes me back onto the mattress gently, hovering over me and giving me another kiss on my forehead, the sweet moment tempered by his words.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and thrusts— hard .
I scream, shocked at the painful intrusion, my body unsure of what to make of this new type of pain. His forehead falls to mine, and his thumb brushes my dewy cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, Eden. I wanna watch you come all over my cock.”
He eases out, but slams back in, thumb resuming its circling of my clit, igniting the pain and pleasure duo again. Something warm and wet begins to ease his way—my blood, I think, but I don’t care. It’s starting to morph, the pain, into simply a dull ache as the electricity begins to fire again, my lower belly clenching, my pussy gripping him in rippling waves.
“Fuck,” I breathe, craning my neck. Before, when he’d just been using his tongue, my body kept telling me I was missing something, that I felt empty. As soon as his fingers had sunk into me, that rolling wave of ecstasy had crashed into me and made me feel alive for the first time. It’s the same now, only his cock is way fucking bigger than two middle fingers, and it’s hitting something pleasurable deep inside me.
“That’s my girl,” he grits out, canting his hips faster, our skin slapping and echoing in the dark. “Come for me.”
His thumb works me faster and with just the right amount of pressure, and my heart begins to gallop. The pain in me is changing…and I oddly want more of this new type of pain.
“M-More,” I whimper.
“What?” he breathes, shocked, his hips stuttering.
“Harder, fuck …”
He obeys before I can say please, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over and over while his thumb circles me faster. My pussy tightens, that ball of ecstasy growing in the pit of my stomach, expanding until it’s on the precipice of bursting. “That’s it, baby, get tight on me…come, Eden, come for me.”
His voice is rough with desire, and the lust there is what I need to send me over the edge. My legs begin to quake, my cunt clenching down on his rigid length in long, awe-inducing spasms. My mouth drops open on a silent scream, no air to be found in order to make a single noise. All that can be heard is the furious slapping of our skin as my eyes roll back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he grunts, gripping my ankles and holding them in the air as he drives into me, my orgasm cresting again.
“ F-fuuuuck ,” I sob. He slams into me like a savage, my climax just barely ebbing, my pussy still rhythmically clenching him. When it’s slowed, he rips himself out of me and strokes his cock so fast his hand is a blur. Ropes of white, sticky cum splatter my stomach, thighs and cunt. It mingles with pinkish hued blood, and we both pant, unable to catch our breath for a few long moments.
But when his eyes catch mine, he sinks down on top of me, blanketing me with his warmth and his weight. I’m shivering. And holding back tears. Tears he must have seen.
“Eden,” he breathes, cradling my skull, tucking me up under his chin. “Eden, fuck, did I hurt you, baby?”
“No,” I whisper quickly, shaking my head against his flushed skin, breathing him in and calming further. “That just…it felt so good. And I’m…I’m happy it was with you.”
He releases a heavy sigh of relief and squeezes me tighter, pressing a kiss to my hairline, his other fingers trailing up my spine comfortingly. “When you’re ready, I brought some wine. Strawberry, to be exact.”
My head pops up, my eyes misting over again, but for an entirely different reason this time. “You…really?”
“Of course,” he says, smirking. But his smile fades, and his eyes search mine. “Eden…I’m not just saying things when I tell you that…that I’m obsessed with you. That you’re mine. You’re all I am ever going to want. It’s not going to change or fade. Doesn’t that scare you?”
The vulnerability spilling from those damning eyes turns him into a little boy, one the little girl in me wants to hold tightly and comfort forever. I glare at him even as elation soars through me, the aching pain between my legs ebbing.
“No, Teddy. As long as you make me one promise.”
He quirks his brow, hand snaking to my ass and giving me a squeeze. “Not fair, you know I’ll agree to anything.”
I smile. “You’ll like this, I think.”
His smile is so tragically beautiful that it hurts me physically to behold it. I never want to go a day without seeing it. I’d probably lose my mind and perish into nothing, and thus begins my own descent into madness. “What is it, little ghost?”
“That one day, we get out of the circus together, and we come live here.”
He strokes the hair from my cheek, enraptured as he stares at me, our legs intertwined on the soft bed as the asylum groans its assent. All is soft and silent, the candles throwing shadows on the walls as the phantoms hold their breath and await their master’s answer.
“‘ I was a child, and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea ,’” he whispers, and tears fog my vision, a lump welling up my throat. “‘ But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee .’”
I snuggle into his embrace, warm and safe and content and so fulfilled I may just burst. His heart thuds a steady rhythm beneath my ear, and I commit the sound to memory. “I think I’m falling for you, Teddy Poe.”
I can feel his smile against me as I drift off to sleep, cradled in his arms and safe in these hallowed halls where my demons are too scared to roam.
“I’ve got ya when you do, Eden Clemm.”