Page 36 of A Scandal Before Christmas
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,thiswas 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.”
“Yes, Theodore.”
“Promise me.”
“I-I will.”
He began moving in a slow, gentle glide that rocked Lauren’s body. She felt the same ricocheting pangs of pleasure as before, but they were muted for some odd reason. Perhaps it was an overabundance of sensations? She couldn’t be sure.
Theodore was attentive to the nuances of her body, to her expression, and his mood was somber as he plunged with growing urgency. His hands tightened, keeping hers pinned to the mattress, his other urging her leg to ride higher upon his hip, opening her even more for the taking.
The pleasure spiked and receded until Theodore seemed to realize she needed something more. Something erotic and sure. Releasing her hands, he moved to a position that placed him on his haunches.
“Put both your hands on your breasts, love. Imagine I am touching you there and don’t move them unless I say,” he instructed darkly. When she hesitated, his brow rose high as if daring her to defy him.
Shyly, she did as he asked, splaying her fingers across the white flesh, her pink nipples peeking through. Theodore’s eyes closed for a moment as if the sight was more than he could bear, then he pinned her with a stare so full of emotion, Lauren felt it in her very bones.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he muttered.
Rolling his hips in the most wicked of fashions, he reared back and reached between her thighs where their bodies were joined.
A steady forefinger and thumb tweaked the button of nerves, and Lauren cried out loud. It felt too good, too raw and overwhelming. There was the pain of being filled by him, her heated flesh stretching and molding around him, then the lavish, sweetly agonizing beauty of his hand touching her, gliding, plucking, rubbing until she was on the verge of something unknown. A cliff of sorts that beckoned her to plunge over.
“Come for me, love,” Theodore commanded, his eyes glittering fiercely as he watched her writhe helplessly below him. “Come for me now.”
Lauren felt her body change in that moment, a startling transformation that should have frightened her rather than thrilled her. Her body, instead of instinctively rejecting his cock, surrendered at last, the tissues and internal muscles sucking at him so he could not withdraw.
The pain, still lurking there in the background, receded. Where his fingers played her, the sensations collided with the spot where his cock hit deep. Another deliberate rotation and plunge of his hips, a firmer press of his fingers, and everything merged and melted. An inferno of bliss and love and pleasure that sent Lauren flying over that cliff and through the heavens.
She barely heard Theodore’s muffled shout of release as he climaxed moments later. The stunning beauty of it all was still too new as he thrust one last time inside her with a satisfied, hoarse groan.
He collapsed atop her, breathing heavily. It was a welcome weight, necessary to ground her because she was floating on waves of color, lost in a paradise she never wanted to leave.
“Mine,” he whispered in her ear. “Mine at last. My heart. My love. My life.” He sought and found her lips.
Lauren smiled. “Mine.”
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