But she was a willing prisoner. Innocent on how to proceed in such matters, but willing all the same. Her mouth opened more, and Theodore surged forward with a feral grunt. Suddenly, her hair was looped around his hands, an abundance of shiny rope he could use to control her.
The very idea excited her.
The thought she was driving him mad with lust spiked her own desires. She moaned, and because he held her in place, preventing any movement, it heightened the need to move all the more.
Tugging against his grip, her head bobbed up then down in slight increments. Her lips pressed firmly to create suction around him. Her tongue, since she didn’t know quite what to do with it, swirled around the part of him inside her mouth, her hands still covering the rest of him.
The taste of him, salty and musky sweet, seeped through her senses. He was both hard and soft inside her mouth. Velvet wrapped steel indeed, but hotter than she ever imagined. It was as though all the blood in his body, all the warmth inside him, now lay encapsulated within the hard shaft inside her mouth.
His hands tightened. Beneath her upper body, which had come into contact with his to the point she was sprawled over him, his thighs trembled. His abdomen contracted, throwing muscles into sharp relief.
With a sudden, jerking motion, Theodore urged Lauren to take more of him, his grip dictating the speed and depth of his thrusts. His motions were almost reluctant. Forceful, but reluctant in a way that indicated he couldn’t help himself, and he hated that fact.
Suddenly understanding how he held onto a thin thread of control, Lauren softened. She instinctively opened further, her throat muscles objecting but the willingness to please overriding her body’s startled protest.
Glancing up at that moment, she discovered Theodore watching his cock glide in and out of her mouth. There was both pained delight and savage triumph in his wintery blue eyes. And shining through it all was his love for her.
“Enough…”
The word came hissed between Theodore’s teeth as he abruptly lifted her off him, his cock popping free with a soft noise. For a split second, Lauren thought he was angry before he crushed her against his chest and fused their mouths together.
He kissed her for a long time, worshipping her lips, tracing her tongue with his, sucking it deep inside his own mouth until she repeated the gesture. Finally, when she was panting and breathless again, he drew back, his expression fiercely protective as he studied her.
“You’ve bewitched me, Lauren Georgianna Kendall. I love you beyond the depths of reason. I’m going to make you mine before sanity has a chance to stop me.”
Chapter 18
Before Lauren could react, Theodore had her flipped on to her back.
She blinked up at him, stunned. Where a moment ago she held a position of power, he now loomed over her prone body.
“You've driven me mad; you realize that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she replied simply. She wasn't sorry for it either. She wanted him mad with desire for an eternity.
“I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy.” Kissing a path down her neck, Theodore took the edge of the gown in his hand, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. “There. Let me see all of your beauty. How gorgeous you are, Lauren. How lucky I am.”
Lauren trembled beneath him, nervous, and yet, somehow proud he was seeing her this way.
“Each time I see you like this shall be as the first,” he murmured. “I’ve no doubt you will always take my breath away. That you will finally be mine is a dream come true.”
Theodore, hot, naked and oh, so heavy, pressed against her body. His skin was scorching. Lauren felt as if she were being branded by the contact. The coarse hair of his chest abraded her sensitive nipples into aching peaks. The muscled slabs of his thighs push hers apart, and the rigid length of his cock brushed over her clit. When she whimpered from the overstimulation of sensations, his breath feathered her lips in a soothing kiss.
Lauren touched his shoulders, fingers coasting lightly over his skin, and Theodore bowed his head as a tamed lion would. Accepting her touch and desperate for more, he moved into a position that would result in the loss of her virginity.
“It will hurt, I’m told.” Theodore sounded pained, and a glimmer of regret lurked in his eyes.
“I know.” Even faced with that truth, Lauren’s stomach still quivered with anticipation.
“Spread your legs for me, my brave girl.”
She did, then waited for him to surge inside her.
But he held there against her instead for a long moment as if deciding what to do. When he’d determined she had relaxed, he reached down and grasped hold of his shaft. Fisting it at the base, he brushed it over her softest parts.
“You are so wet for me. So wet and warm. Ready for me to take you. To slide inside you.” Theodore maneuvered his cock up and down in time with his words. Soon, he was dripping with evidence of her arousal, and Lauren could not help but bite her lip. If she thought the head of his shaft felt like velvet iron upon her lips, it was nothing less than silk-wrapped stone as it skimmed the opening of her body. She moaned in delight as nerve endings she never knew existed fired to life. Her legs opened wider, fingers clutching his shoulders and nails digging in to create half-moon marks in his skin.
The pleasure was unimaginable; waves of ecstasy overtook her as Theodore expertly coaxed her to a trembling, quaking, roiling climax simply by using the head of his cock.
“Dear God… Theodore,” she cried out. “Yes. Yes, yes.”
“Now you are truly ready. Open for me. Let me inside.” Theodore pushed his way in, and Lauren gasped as her body allowed it. “Breathe, Lauren. Breathe and concentrate on the pleasure.”
It stung. Even with her body’s moisture, it hurt. There was a feeling of pressure along with the burning intrusion, and taking a deep breath did not seem it would help at all. But something inside her wanted him to continue. She did not want him to stop. Pulling him closer, she willed her body to soften to the invasion, to allow him to plunder and take whatever he wanted.
His cock slid in slowly, breaching every inch of her until he settled against the thin shield of her virtue.
“Hold on to me, darling. Hold on tight,” Theodore’s whisper fluttered against her ear.
Tears sprang to Lauren’s eyes, and with a jerk of her head, her grip tightened. Braced on his forearms, Theodore brushed a kiss on her forehead.
“Only pleasure after this, my love. I swear it.”
Then he surged forward, swallowing her surprised gasp with a branding kiss that lit her soul on fire. Only when he was completely sheathed did he finally pause.
That sliver of time, an eternity of heartbeats shared between them, was everything all at once. Affirmation she’d been right in allowing herself to fall for him again.
Her body melted and accepted. Clasped and contracted. Forgot and forgave. Her heart stuttered and started again, stronger and stronger until she thought she could soar to the moon. This, this was where she’d been meant to be all along.
How foolish I’ve been.
When her body had adjusted and molded around his deep inside her, Theodore’s hand found hers. Their fingers meshed together, their palms touching.
“I’m going to move now. Before I go insane with my need for you.” Staring intently at her, he moved her hand high above her head. His other gripped the flesh of her hip. “Stop me if I hurt you.”