Page 101 of Requiem

“I won’t be gentle if you won’t behave.”

A bigger step this time, closing more of the gap between us. He’s full of threats, this one. And he carries them out when he isn’t obeyed, too. I catch my lip between my teeth, lifting my skirt, flashing the ludicrously see-thru panties I put on this morning in the hopes that he’d do exactly this; after all, Theo can’t resist me in a skirt.

He looks up at me, a fire blazing in his hooded eyes. “Touch yourself,” he orders. “Through your panties.”

“And what are you going to be doing while I touch myself for you?”

He puts his hands behind his head, making himself comfortable. “Oh, I’m gonna watch.”

There was a time when I’d be nervous to do something so graphic in front of him, but that was another lifetime. I tease my fingertips lightly over the front of my panties, heat building in my veins—a siren song, urging me on, galvanizing me, begging me to comply with his demands.

Gradually, I apply pressure between the apex of my thighs, working my fingers over the tightening bud of nerves there, setting free a small, breathless pant. Theo growls out his approval, his eyes avidly fixed on what I’m doing with my hand.

“Good girl. Faster.”

I do as I’m told, moving my fingers in a small circle, rubbing harder.

Theo wets his bottom lip. “How does that feel?”

“Good. It feels…really…good.”

“Are you wet yet?”

I let out a shaky laugh, nodding. “Yeah. I am.”

Theo moves languidly, like a cat, drowsy from laying out in the sun. He reaches for his waistband, unfastening his jeans. I can’t avoid staring at his cock when he takes it out—erect, straining, the head swollen. He’s amazing to watch as he leisurely runs his hand up and down his shaft, all the while watching me. “Pull your panties to the side. Wet your fingers for me. Show me.”

I maneuver my underwear to one side, my breath hitching a little as I slide my fingers between the folds of my pussy, stroking myself. When I withdraw my fingers and hold them up for him to see, they’re slick and wet with my arousal. Theo catches hold of me by the wrist, eyes alive with desire. Holding onto me tight, he pulls me to him until I’m standing right next to the chair, and then he slowly guides my fingers into his mouth.

He sucks on them, eyes boring into me, licking me clean. “You taste fucking amazing,” he groans. “I could bury my face in your pussy and never come up for air.” Now that I’m so much closer to him, he grabs hold of my panties and rips them down my legs. I yelp when he sits up, taking hold of me by the hips, manhandling me so that I have no choice but to straddle him. With my skirt bunched up around my hips, it’s only a matter of seconds before he has me right where he wants me. The tip of his cock butts up against the entrance of my pussy for a moment, and then he’s pulling me down onto him, spearing me with his erection.

He's so big, so fucking hard, I—fuck!“Oh my god! Holy shit, Theo!” I dig my fingers into his chest, through his t-shirt, holding onto him for dear life. He’s so deep.Sofucking deep! I can’t breathe around the sensation of him, as hesomehowgrows even harder inside me.

“Jesus wept,” Theo pants. “I thought you didn’t want to kill me anymore!”

“I—” I laugh breathlessly. “Idon’t!”

“Tell that to your pussy. You’re gonna make me come too fast, and then I’m gonna die from embarrassment.”

I try to laugh again, but Theo grits his teeth, rocking himself up inside me, pulling me down onto him by my hips at the same time, and my smile dies on my face. This is no laughing matter. “Oh god! Oh my…oh my fucking God! Theo!”

He’s full of shit. This man can hold off an orgasm for over an hour when he wants to, and then be ready to fuck again three minutes later. It’s me who spontaneously climaxes whenever he fucking touches me. Pure ecstasy rockets through me as Theo repeats his actions, slamming himself up into me, and the world fades away.

He reaches up, tearing my top down, exposing my breasts, and it’s all I can do not to scream when he leans up and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

This guy. This fucking guy.

Hewill be the death ofme.

I rock against him, enjoying the delicious friction our bodies create, the flat, muscled plane of his stomach rubbing against my clit as I ride him.

A wave of pleasure begins to rise inside me, burning between my legs, begging to be unleashed. I can’t, though. Not yet. I need to relish every second of this. I need to savor it, commit to memory so well that no matter what happens, I willneverforget this moment.

Theo bites my breast, teeth grazing over bare skin, and I cry out—the sound of my bliss ringing out through every hollow corner of the library.

“You’re holding back,” Theo growls. His fingers gouge into my hips, forcing me to rock harder against him. Faster. “Soak me, Sorrell. Let go. Come.”

“No!I—”

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