Page 9 of Sold to the Fighter

The words reverberate through my head as Theo presses another kiss onto my forehead and lifts off my body. My heart clenches at the loss of warmth, and tears well at the back of my eyes.

Why did I say I was scared?

I know in the deepest part of my heart that he wouldn’t hurt me, but my fear was instinctive, stemming from my inexperience. I didn’t want him to be disappointed in me, but now I just feel…unwanted.

I slowly rise up as he straightens, the ache in my core momentarily forgotten.

“Don’t you want me?” I blurt out, my heart constricting in pain.

My father always treated me like I wasn’t good enough, and even told me so, over and over again. Then Theo trulysawme, and wanted me just as I am. Or so I thought.

Maybe he doesn’t…

But his forehead creases in concern at my words, and he rushes to reassure me. “Sweetheart, I want you so much that I’m holding on by a thread. I just don’t want to rush things. I want you to be ready.”

“I’m ready,” I say, my voice soft in the quiet room.

There’s no point denying how I feel for him. I thought I had felt the full extent of my emotion when I had a stupid high school crush on Doug in sophomore year, but with Theo, what I feel is unimaginable and all-encompassing. And there’s no one in the world I’d rather lose my virginity to than him.

Theo growls softly, drawing my attention back to him. He slowly looks over my exposed skin, his gaze darkening, and I shiver slightly, goose bumps trailing over my skin. “Are you sure, baby? There’s no going back,” he says hoarsely, his voice deeper than usual.

My breath catches, and I nod. “Yes, I’m sure.”

He moves back and sits on the white couch opposite the bed, widening his legs. “Off the bed,” he commands in that deep, velvety tone that sinks into my pores.

My simmering desire roars back to life as I crawl out of the bed. I stand before him, drunk in his hungry gaze.

“Undress.” The command is hoarse but gentle.

My sex spasms, and I slowly tug at the lingerie, pulling it off my body piece by piece until I’m naked.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rasps, then orders softly, “Dance for me, baby.”

Heat floods my cheeks, but my body instantly submits to the command in his tone. I start to sway to an imaginary beat, moving my body as sinuously as I can. Theo opens his legs wider and my gaze goes to his crotch. The hard shaft straining against his pants excites me, and I begin to dance even more sensuously, trailing my fingers over my exposed skin.

I can’t take my eyes off him. The need to please him drives me, stoking the fire of desire in my gut. It grows hotter as he slowly unbuttons his black silk shirt and peels it off his muscled body, throwing it to the side. My insides clench as I imagine trailing my hands over those muscles and licking him all over. I should be shocked at my bold thoughts, but apparently when I’m in this state, all my inhibitions blow away.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says.

It’s as if he’s a male siren calling to his mate. I dance toward him slowly, moving my hips and gliding my hands to the beat in my mind until I’m on his lap just like in the auction house. His cobalt-blue eyes ensnare mine, and my breath catches as I gaze into them. I trail my hands over his smooth skin, the hard ridges of his chest and arms, gyrating slowly on him.

Need growing, I run my fingers convulsively over his body until I encircle his neck with my arms and start to earnestly grind into him. I want to relieve the burning ache. Need consumes my mind, burning hotter with every stroke. I moan low in my throat, breathing erratically as the ache peaks.

Just a little bit more…

My fingers convulse, digging into the nape of his neck as I strain against him.

“Not yet,” Theo declares, stopping my movements with a hand on my waist.

I let out a moan of disappointment, frowning down at him. But he smiles and leans in to tug and nip at my lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. It sends a sharp bite of current down to my core, and I shamelessly moan aloud.

“I want you to come on my lips before I fuck you hard,” he whispers against my mouth.

His words send delicious sensations coursing through me, adding to my maddening desire. I moan into his lips, giving in to his possessive kiss. His lips are unyielding against mine as he stands from the couch and effortlessly carries me to the huge bed without breaking the kiss. I moan into his mouth and he glides his tongue over mine, stroking the sensitive flesh. He slowly pulls away and trails his lips down my sensitive skin, lavishing attention on my hard nipples on the way. I tremble under his coarse hands and heated tongue, moaning and whimpering.

“Theo,” I moan in complaint.

“Soon, sweetheart,” he rasps.

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