Page 50 of Exile
Inch by inch Theo pushes into me, a slow, agonizing speed that has me sounding more animal than human. His grip doesn't loosen on my hair, and when he bottoms out, I roll my hips against him, every nerve ending in my body firing to life at the sound of approving ecstasy that comes out of his mouth.
"You belong to us," he murmurs, starting to move inside me. "Only us."
I nod my head, not trusting my voice. He silences me in a way that I can only describe as heavenly—ironic since we're in hell. But sometimes it feels like I forget, because he's shielded me from the beginning.
"You," I manage to choke out, hoping he understands the broader words that fail to accompany my statement.
My head is ripped back further, a delicious wave of sharp pain traveling down my neck. It causes my cunt to spasm around him, eyes rolling back. Now I know why they say there's a thin line between pleasure and pain… and I want all of it.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the library. My hands grip the table for dear life, not able to find easy leverage. I start to leave scratches along the wood from my nails but I'm too far gone to care.
Every thrust brings me closer to the edge and it feels like I'm having an out of body experience. I'm floating while falling at the same time, willingly descending into the obsidian abyss where we belong together.
I let out a little mewl of disappointment when Theo releases the hold on my hair, but his hand immediately takes place on my throat, gripping the sensitive skin in a chokehold. With each new thrust into my body, the pressure tightens, slowly taking away air. I don't need it though—who would? All I need to survive in this moment is him.
Eventually, I realize that I'm holding my own breath, not that it would do much good. Theo's hold is so tight that I'd be lucky to breathe in small fragments of air. Black spots start to appear in my vision and as if sensing my breaking point, Theo's free hand snakes around to the front of my body, easily finding my clit.
His fingers move effortlessly against me, circling at first until he presses against it. A slap follows, making me jolt, and I find myself at the precipice.
"Beg for me, Aves," I hear him say with a tight, low tone.
My throat bobs against his hand as I try to speak words, but nothing comes out. It's enough for him though, the vibrations a silent plea for release.
He lifts his hand again, sending another slap onto my clit, and I explode. The pressure from my neck vanishes, a rush of oxygen entering my lungs, heightening my climax. Still, nothing comes out except pants and whimpers as I shudder, falling against the table.
Theo continues to fuck me, his hands finding home on my hips as he leaves finger marks. His movements becomeerratic, off-beat, until he stills with a small growl, shooting his release into me.
Leaning down, he gently brushes my hair aside, kissing the nape of my neck without pulling out. My skin tingles at the contact, and slowly, I turn my head as much as possible so my lips can meet his in a slow, thorough kiss.
We stay like this for a few minutes, his cock softening in me as our tongues massage each other's and my heartbeat slows.
Despite everything happening in Lilydale, it's moments like this that keep me grounded. I find little fragments of peace, strength to fight and hold on to.
Theo helps me get cleaned up, checking the fresh tattoo once more before we finally leave the library just before the end of free time.
I can't fight the grin as we locate Damon and Grey, the two of them walking and chattering quietly along the hallway in our direction. When they realize we're waiting for them, the two of them pause their conversation, eyes lighting up when they look at me.
"Are you going to show him now?" Theo leans down to whisper in my ear.
I shake my head, gaze still locked on the approaching men. "I have an idea, but not here."
He nods in acknowledgment just as Damon and Grey stop in frontof us.
"You have that sneaky, suspicious look about you, little killer," Grey grins.
"Do I?" I ask innocently, lifting an eyebrow.
Damon narrows his eyes on me. "What are you hiding?" he asks coyly.
I shrug. "You're not the only one who knows how to keep a secret," I reply with clear amusement. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Damon scowls, clearly annoyed that there's information to know but that he's not allowed to be privy to. Ah, well—payback's a bitch.
Stepping forward, I kiss him, his icy demeanor melting instantly as he roughly kisses me back.
Dominating little shit.
Regardless, I let him take charge, giving him this moment of control as I groan into his mouth. His soft lips ravage mine mercilessly, and by the time he pulls back, I'm breathless and nearly ready to throw him against the wall and put on a show for the other two.
