Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Violet
Theo burst back into the room looking like the cat who got the cream, brandishing the lube bottle like it was the biggest prize to have claimed.
He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but match it.
It was so nice to just exist with each other.
Even if we had to be quiet, this was all I ever wanted.
Him and me in a bubble no one could breach.
“Get on your stomach and spread those legs, beautiful. Like I said before, I’m not done with my meal,” Theo said as he moved closer to me across the room, every inch the sex god as he whipped his towel off and presented that still-hard cock, bobbing and pointed right at me as he walked.
It was slick from my saliva and the fruit I’d squeezed over it, looking so delicious I wanted to do it all again, and his balls hung soft and fuzzy, bouncing behind. He was gorgeous.
Resisting that urge to suck on him some more, I did what he asked, as always loving it when he commanded me like this. To be told what to do, but for it to be for my pleasure, not his, delightful. On my belly, there was less pressure on my thigh, too, so I was happy to be there.
Theo was bringing me back from whatever that was, once again taking the brunt of my pain and turning it into something to live for.
I clenched up in anticipation when the bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on, and he didn’t give me a second to get used to it before his soft mouth was on me, kissing along the small of my back with a soft hum.
He poured something cool onto my skin, making me shiver.
“Cream,” he murmured, warm breath fanning over my skin. “It looks so good running over your spine.” He sighed, running warm fingers through the cool liquid. “On your knees, beautiful.”
I did as he asked, shifting to my knees, curving my spine. The cream settled in a pool where my back dipped, cold, but warming with my body heat.
“Stay still while I fuck you with this strawberry,” Theo demanded, running the fruit over my skin before squashing it against my ass cheek.
He pushed his fruit covered fingers into my asshole, working some of the flesh inside me while I stayed as steady as I could, sighing from the hedonistic joy of it.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to eat that back out.”
“Do it, then,” I cried. “Please, Theo.”
He devoured me. Humming as he savored the sweet taste, licking his tongue inside my body, pressing into my asshole and chasing every bit of that strawberry, flesh, juice, all of it. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I found myself pushing back, wanting more.
The sheets stuck to my skin as my entire world focused on what Theo was doing behind me.
When he pushed a well-lubed finger inside my ass, I cried out, muffling myself with a pillow, my whole face shoved into the fabric.
“Good girl,” Theo told me as he worked his finger in and out. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel how tight you are around my cock. You’re so beautiful, Vi. So fucking beautiful.”
“I love you,” I said, needing him to hear those words, because with every touch he continued to bring me back to life and I needed him to know that. “I love you so much.”
He kissed the base of my spine. “I love you too,” he whispered. “You’re my entire bloody world, Vi.”
Then he pressed in another finger, squirting an obscene amount of lube over me to make it a smooth slide.
It didn’t matter; we were already complete messes from all the food.
If anything, this might loosen some of the dried on fruit and juices coating me.
We needed yet another shower, and I was looking forward to every second Theo spent worshipping me under the spray of water.
He stretched me, scissoring his fingers while my toes curled and electricity shot up my spine. It hurt, of course, but that pain was purposeful, giving way to lust the more I relaxed, the more my body welcomed him in. I was so prone, so at his mercy, but it was nothing but bliss, love.
He kept peppering kisses over me as he finger-fucked me, roaming his other hand down to my pussy to rub my clit, gentle little circles that had me begging for more, pushing back into him.
A third finger pushed in, and when he could slide all three in and out with ease, when I was so full with him I thought I might suffocate, he withdrew, and a moment later, I felt the head of his cock there, resting, waiting.
“Please, Theo,” I begged. “Please. I need you.”
“Just say yes,” he murmured. “Say yes, tell me how much you want this.”
“Please, Theo,” I cried. “Yes, yes yes.”
Stroking my skin anywhere he could, he pushed in, overwhelming my entire body as he stretched me beyond what I thought was possible there.
I enjoyed every millimeter of him as he tunneled his way in, as we both groaned and gasped.
I clenched without meaning to, and he swore while I moaned.
Bloody hell, it was like he’d taken over my whole being.
Then his hips hit my ass cheeks, his balls my thighs, and he was fully seated. “Wow,” he said. “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not going to go easy on you now.”
“Please don’t.”
I needed it hard, rough, fast. Now that we’d broken through my body, I needed it all.
And he gave it to me, withdrawing almost the entire way before slamming back in.
I bit the pillow to stop from crying out as he did that over and over and over until I was a sweaty, delirious mess, my entire being focused on where we connected.
I could hear him panting above me, working himself into a frenzy as he took what he wanted from my body.
Wherever we touched was either slick with lube and sweat or sticky with fruit juice, and it only heightened things.
We were losing ourselves. I knew I was making too much noise, but I couldn’t make myself stop.
“Vi, shh, baby,” he said between pumps of his hips. But it was impossible, I cried out again when he hit a deep spot inside me, my fingers curling into the sheets.
Theo flipped me then, not pulling out as he twisted us so he was on his back and my legs settled on either side of his, riding him. I could see his face now, flushed pink, his brow drawn together, his lips parted, soft.
“Maybe if you can control it, you won’t yell,” he said with a smirk, his eyes roaming down my body.
No matter how many times he saw me, he never looked bored.
He studied every scar and dent, every curve and soft spot, like he’d die without it.
Even as damaged as I was, he wanted me. I believed that.
So I nodded and rode him, lifting myself up and down to let his cock drag along my inner walls. He was right; the slower pace, my control, made it easier. There were no surprises as I fucked him, just bliss in sensation, in having him burrowed into me, connected and together.
I scooped up some of the crushed fruit from the sheets and rubbed it over myself, massaged it into my skin, holding both my heavy breasts as they bounced, aching with pleasure.
Then Theo’s mouth was on me again. He sat up, repositioning us a little, and sucked on my nipples.
The way his tongue felt swirling over them as I ground my hips was euphoric.
The shift of his cock, buried deep in my body, made me whine and gasp.
And when he licked his fingers clean, then slid them down to my pussy, that euphoria shifted, and an orgasm rippled through me, racing up my body, my spine, a surprise.
So powerful my mind went blank. I shook and shuddered, still trying to chase sensation.
Theo’s cock in my ass, his fingers massaging my clit, his tongue on my nipple, skin to skin, body to body, I covered my mouth with my fist and cried out.
He followed me over, yelling into my skin, mouthing and sucking my chest as his cock pulsed and filled me. We stayed like that as his cock softened inside me and our heart rates slowed, neither of us willing to separate.
We were sticking together to the point it was uncomfortable, skin stretching and tugging, ridiculous. But I didn’t want this to end.
I never wanted to be away from him again.
Some time later, after we’d untangled from each other, had yet another shower and attempted to change the sheets, Theo arrived back to the room with two cups of tea and a packet of cookies I didn’t recognize between his teeth.
“You really do utilize your whole body for transport, huh?” I asked, laughing when he winked and handed me one of the teas.
“Gotta make the most of it,” he said, settling onto the mattress next to me. “And fuck making two trips.”
We’d stripped the bed and covered the mattress with towels. The duvet was mostly salvageable, and the pillows only needed flipping. We’d have some trouble explaining the mess in the morning, though. But that wasn’t an issue for now.
Now, we had tea.
“How are you doing?” Theo asked, his arm coming round my shoulders. I nuzzled in on instinct.
“Like I want to go home, but I’m not sure where that is,” I replied right away.
The urge had been growing. I didn’t want to keep running and chasing.
I wanted to find a base, settle into it and never leave.
All with him. Screw anyone else. Spending five minutes with anyone else turned me into a lunatic.
I’d either killed or yelled at anyone who wasn’t Theo since I escaped Rafe.
I wasn’t healthy. But at least with him, that was okay.
“I can give you a home,” Theo whispered. “I’ll be your home. As long as we’re together, we’re home.”
I smiled up at him, my heart squeezing at his words.
“Of course.” He was so warm, our skin pressed together no longer too sticky, just comforting, snuggly, safe.
No single shower would remove all we’d done to each other, but I didn’t care.
“I don’t think I can actually put it into words, Theo, how much you mean to me. ”
“You don’t need to; I know. I know it. That’s one thing you can be sure of, baby. I know how much you love me, because I feel it, too.”
He kissed my head, then turned and took a sip of his tea, sighing.
It was still the perfect amount of hot, and for a while, we just sat together in comfortable silence.
It was easy with him, our bodies aching and satisfied, no one else to bother us.
Once again in our bubble where nothing bad existed, only security and comfort.
“One day I want you to tell me everything that happened in that house, Violet,” Theo said, breaking the peaceful quiet with evil reality.
He sounded hesitant, like he didn’t want to say it but needed to.
“One day, when you’re ready. It doesn’t have to be now; it doesn’t even have to be soon, but I need you to tell me.
I need to know so I can bear the brunt of all of it with you.
” He paused and looked at my face, studying my expression.
I was okay, though, so I gave him a small smile. He nodded, satisfied, and carried on.
“We’ve been doing it already, sharing whatever weight we can, but I know it wasn’t all sexual; it wasn’t all brutal, loud torture; there was more to it. More I need you to share with me, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied right away, no hesitation. It was never difficult with him. I wanted him to know it all, even if it hurt. My sisters knew, I’d held nothing back from them, mostly to scare them, so it was only fair. With Theo, it would be harder, more confronting. When I was ready.
“Okay?”
“Yeah, Theo, you can have all of me. All the ugly, the bad and terrible.”
He smiled and kissed me, cupping my cheek. His lips were warm from the tea, making me hum in joy.
“I also want to discover your favorite movie,” he said against my mouth. “Book, food, music. Everything our dickhead parents wouldn’t let you use. There’s a whole world of stupid shit for you to figure out.”
“Well, I had books.”
“Mm, Shakespeare and the Bronte sisters — let’s try your dark and twisty mind with something else.”
I laughed. “Let me at them, then.”
Theo continued to chatter about all manner of media, movies I hadn’t seen, TV shows I’d never heard of, all the things he wanted to show me, make me listen to, feed me. Everything I’d missed.
And it was perfect. We sipped our tea and yapped about the future.
Not what it would mean for us, but the superficial of it.
The mundane things I’d missed out on locked in that mansion.
Both of them, in fact, the childhood home I was never allowed to leave, then Rafael’s compound, a place of only horror.
We needed to discover who I was when I had nothing holding me back, when there wasn’t a chef under my mother’s thumb feeding me only lettuce leaves and melon cubes. And with Theo, I was excited. There was, for once, joy in looking ahead.
After all, there were restaurants I ought to visit.