Page 65 of Nemesis
I was now completely naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed, but I didn’t care. All I could do was stare deep at the dark brown eyes so tightly fixated on me.
He then cupped my pussy, effortlessly plunging his two fingers again, the embarrassing sound of how soaked I was bearing witness to what his words did to me.
“Theo…”
“Yes, Sofia?” His grip on my wrist loosened as he pulled his fingers out again. He held my gaze with a half-lidded stare, and I ground out a moan at the sight of him pushing his fingers into his mouth, his lush lips wrapping around them as he coated his tongue with my wetness.
“Hmm. What a fucking treat you are.”
And then, he came for me. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it,hard, my arousal coating the inside of my mouth again, this time tasting even better.
His groan was guttural.
I kissed him back with the same fierceness, and he dragged the hands above my head back down to drape them around his neck. He buried his fists into my hair and I tightened my hold on him, pressing his body flush against mine.
He nibbled on my bottom lip before sucking it and letting it go with a pop. His eyes were on me and he looked as depraved as I felt.
“Can you taste it,mi alma?” he whispered between kisses. “That this cunt and these lips are mine? Thatyouare fucking mine? I don’t care whose ring you have on your finger because you’ll always be mine.”
He put a small distance between our bodies and grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward. He placed my hand on his chest, then slid my palm down his upper body until it rested over his strained slacks.
“Unbuckle my belt,” he demanded with a low voice as he tucked a fallen lock of my hair behind my ear.
Chills ran down my spine at the contrast between his gravelly tone and his soft gesture.
I did as told, my gaze still holding his. The sound of a belt opening rippled in the air as I loosened it, his pants now hanging low on his hips.
I felt his eyes roaming all over my naked body, and when he stepped in closer, I flinched, stepping back, my back resting against the wall.
“Do you know what seven years of waiting for you feels like?” he asked, his voice now deeper and harsher.
I lightly shook my head, my eyes wide in anticipation of what he would do next.
“I looked for you everywhere, despite the bureau telling me to stop searching. I almost got fired because I couldn’t let go. I drowned myself in my work, drove myself to madness because I couldn’t get you out of my head. The hurting never stopped, wondering every day why you would leave.” He paused. “Only to find you years later married to another man.”
His words sliced through me, regret washing over me. His dark eyes searched mine, and despite the harshness of his tone, all I could see was everything past the anger, down to the pain he was concealing.
He stared at me, breathing fast. “I waited for you,longedfor you,” he whispered softly, exhaustion and resignation coating his voice.
I hurt him,badly, and there was only one thing I could do: apologize.
“I’m sorry,” I said, dropping my eyes.
He stayed silent for a beat, and I glanced up, his hard brown eyes already on me. His jaw clenched as he seemed to struggle with what to do next, a battle of will warring inside of him.
He finally hissed, yanking out the belt from the loops and folding it in half in one hand, apprehension striking down my body at his next words.
“I don’t need to hear your sorrys. I want you to show me.”
I frowned up at him and he stepped aside, nodding toward the bedroom. I wasn’t afraid of Theo. I trusted him, and I would do anything to have him back, even if it was just for one night.
I shuffled past him and headed to the room, glancing over my shoulder to see him following behind, belt in hand. Unease swept through me once I walked inside and he shut the door behind him, the tense silence between us growing exponentially.
Theo’s eyes roamed over my body as he snapped the leather on his palm, the sound reverberating against the walls, and he walked up closer, only a small space now separating us.
My mouth parted and his thumb came down to trace along its edges.
“Turn around and lie down on your stomach,” he ordered, his voice low and husky, tinged with warning.
