It didn’t escape me that my mother, everyone, was just outside. If Mom caught us, she’ll send Theo away, I know she will. Bodyguards weren’t even supposed to look us in the eyes, and mine is making me go cross-eyed with pleasure.
Part of me likes it. It feels reckless and wrong.
With one hand on my hip, simultaneously holding me in place and up, my legs weak, Theo built a slow, torturous rhythm. Theo fucked like he torments. The same calculating mind that ripped apart my walls and drove me to misery, is now used to bring me absolute pleasure. He knows things about me I never dreamed would work.
A kiss on my spine. A biting tug on my earlobe. A hot, quick pinch of my nipple. His touches were quick and calculated. Slow and luxurious. I couldn’t see. I could hardly breathe. Just like before, the only thing keeping me tethered was Theo.
And when his strong hand tightened possessively around my neck, I swear, he unravels me.
“I like you like this.” His lips are at the base of my neck, whispering against my spine. “Too strung out on my dick to put up walls.”
In. Out. In. Out.
I could barely focus on anything else.
“I can see all of you, Abigail. Your wants. Desires. Needs.” His grasp on my neck pulls me back, bending me until his lips touched my ear. “I’m not stopping till you’ve had them all.”
I could feel him in my toes, all starting from that one, perfect place.
I grasped his forearm, digging into the flexing muscle. He didn’t even react. His grip fanned to cover almost all my collarbone, and his breath skated along my neck.
“Look at me.”
He said that last night too.
I lifted my head, catching his eyes in the mirror.
“Hi, sweet girl.”
His smile melts me. Devious and sweet and devouring all at once.
I can’t say if that’s what does it. Or if it was the gentle term of endearment leaving his cruel lips, his soft touch on my neck, anchoring me and grounding me, or his eyes, never once leaving mine, watching me with an almost brutal intensity. Maybe it was his cock hitting just the right spot.
All I know is it all comes together in the right time and right moment.
And I come undone.
Goose bumps shiver along my soul.
Theo is everywhere.
I must be loud, because Theo glided his hand up from my neck, to my mouth. I bite on his fingers, too hard, I think, but if he was fazed he doesn’t show it. Through it all, he kept that torturous pace, and he watched me, eyes burning.
Theo.
It wasn’t a name; it’s a feeling, dripping inside me. His green, green eyes. His lips. His smile. When he broke our stare, head falling to my shoulder with a rough groan as he comes, it causes an entirely new flurry of goose bumps to erupt along my body. I know the feeling won’t ever leave me.
We were still for an absolutely perfect minute. Theo whispered along my skin. Stunning. Perfect. Mine.
I don’t quite catch them all, but I feel them.
He pulled out too soon.
I wobbled, but he caught me. He fixed my hair, adjusted my shirt, then skirt, ghosting his fingers briefly along my naked lips, causing me to shiver. He stuffed my torn panties into his pocket, and my breath caught.
A moment passed, his eyes locked on mine; then he trailed his knuckles along my still-flushed cheeks.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “I like this look on you.”