Page 47 of Lady of Darkness
Before I can finish my useless denial, he lowers his face and brushes my lips with his. It’s so sweet, so gentle… he pulls away slightly, but I reach up and place a hand behind his head, pulling his mouth to mine again.
He groans and moves us backward a step, shoving me into the bookshelf. A couple of books fall, and I gasp in relief as his hands roam underneath my t-shirt, palming my breasts.
“God, Harlow,” Theo says, his voice husky. “I want to take my time working down your body, tasting and teasing every single part of you. I don’t want to share. I want to bury myself deep inside of you so that you have nowhere to go. No way to escape. You aremine,” he growls. “For right now, at least.”
I moan as his fingers twist my nipples gently. “Then do it.”
He pulls back and tugs my t-shirt over my head. I stay still as he kneels, pulling my sweatpants down slowly. As he stands back up, his hands travel with him up my legs, making me shiver. Fully bare before him, I step out of my pants as he removes his sweater. My heart thumps wildly as he unbuckles his jeans, and my mouth goes dry when I see how big and hard he is. Then he’s removing his black boxers, standing naked in front of me. It’s like someone carved him from stone. He’s not chiseled and sharp like Alaric and Sterling, or pumped full of muscle like Gideon. It’s as if someone honed him with air and water versus a chisel. His large arm muscles contract as he pumps his cock and smirks down at me.
“Like what you see?”
It’s the first time I’ve seen any of them completely naked. There’s a certain vulnerability to it. I swallow thickly. He truly is beautiful.
“It’s okay,” I tease, smiling.
He growls and pushes me against the shelves, and he places his lips roughly on mine, using his tongue to part my mouth. As I moan into him, my hands grasp at his shoulders, unable to get myself close enough for him to consume me completely.
Just over a week ago, I was plotting their demise. But now, all I want is him. All I want isall of them.
“Fuck, Harlow,” he hisses, lips an inch from mine. I can feel his hard shaft on my hip, as well as the arousal already accumulating on the head of his cock.
Wetness pools between my legs with every swipe of his tongue against mine, every caress of his calloused fingers against my hot, feverish skin. In one quick movement, he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, breathing heavily. He glides his cock between the lips of my pussy, lowering my hips until I groan.
“Are you going to tease me again?” I ask, pulling away from our kiss and scowling.
His wicked grin sends a shock wave through my body, and he nudges my opening with his cock, teasing me with my wetness. It’s so thick, it almost looks fake.
“Of course,” he mutters, and then he drives into me with zero warning. I cry out, nails digging into him and legs tightening around his waist. His size is painful as he stretches me, but it also feels electrifying. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Bastard,” I grit out with a laugh that’s quickly cut off by his movements.
He pounds into me. The slapping sound reverberates around the large room, and it shakes the bookcase. More books fall beside us, but I don’t care. His hands grab onto my ass and bring me down on his cock, hard and fast. I gasp, throwing my head back, writhing against him.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Yes.” I grind my hips as much as I can on top of him, grabbing the shelf above my head for leverage. Lifting myself slightly, I roll along his shaft.
“Mmm,” Theo moans. “Yes, baby. You’re a needy little monster, aren’t you?” he growls.
“Only if you’re done punishing me,” I bite back.
He frowns as a piece of white-blond hair falls over his forehead. His jaw tenses in concentration as he pounds into me with abandon.
“Can’t I fuck you and punish you at the same time?” he asks, reaching up with one hand and wrapping his fingers around my neck. “Can’t I make you gasp for air as your tight cunt pulses around my cock?”
I let out a squeak as he squeezes tighter. “Yes,” I gasp.
My spine scrapes against the bookshelf as he holds me in place. I rock my hips onto his hard cock, and he groans, the sound low and guttural. Keeping me pinned, he drives into me, taking total control of my pleasure.
“Good. Get ready, Harlow. I’m going to fill you so full of my come that you’ll be feeling me leak down your thighs for days.”
I begin to shake as he slows, angling himself against my inner wall as one hand keeps hold of my neck.
Oh, God.
I moan in frustration, needing the friction. I amso fucking close.Every muscle inside of me is bound up tightly, waiting to unravel in a tidal wave of pleasure.
“Harder?” he asks, slamming into me.
I cry out. “Yes. And deeper.”
