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Hearing the words that came from Theodore's lips, Lucy felt her heart skip a beat. Compared to her, he was more experienced when it came to the art of seduction. Her toes curled further, her ankles twisted in a way where her heel dug themselves into the surface of the bed. With the last garment that left her body, she was completely under Theodore's mercy.
Indirectly, she had told him not to hold back and love her the way he wanted to because she would be able to handle it. Though her body wasn't as good as an average vampire, it wasn't as delicate as the human, at least; that is how she liked to believe it to be.
She had yearned for Theodore for a very long time. Now that the obstacles between them had disappeared, there was nothing there to stop them.
Theodore's demeanour had always been slightly different with her compared to the time when he spent with others. It was something that she had noticed only after she was married to Samuel, realizing something to be off, but she had been angry at him, enough to believe that this was just his frivolous attitude.
Theodore was going to touch Lucy just the way she wanted, but with her, who had voiced her opinion, he didn't see any reason to hold back his wild nature with her. He was a man who had originally come from the streets, someone who had gone through immense hardsh.i.p.s in the past and his life had been rough. To think that this lovely creature in front of him loved him, he wanted to freeze time.
His eyes slowly trailed from the top of her head to her feet, observing every little detail as if he was memorizing them where he would be able to sculpt her if he went blind.
He could hear her heartbeat that skipped after every couple of seconds. She looked ethereal in his eyes with her hair that was let down and spread around the pillow. Her breathing was shallow as she peered up at him, her b.r.e.a.s.ts perked up as if waiting for his attention, her stomach had dipped down out of anticipation. Her thighs pressed against each other, trying to hide what was between her legs, but not for long.
Lucy felt her body heat up with just Theodore's gaze on her. He touched her very soul through his eyes, and every time it moved to another part of her body, her heart hitched, and her cheeks turned redder.
Her desire of wanting to be touched only increased with every passing second, and Lucy gasped when Theodore ran his fingers from the side of her knee in an upward direction.
"You're so beautiful, Lucy," whispered Theodore, and in one quick movement, he picked up one of her legs, raising it to have Lucy blush furiously. He had raised her leg from the bed towards his shoulder.
"Theo!" Lucy responded in surprise.
His lips were quick to kiss her ankle, pressing his lips for a long time before his eyes met hers from where he sat in between her legs. "I seem to have remembered something that happened last night, not to forget how naughty you were a few years ago."
Theodore noticed how his words only fueled the passion in Lucy's eyes, but she didn't utter a word about it, quietly watching what he did to her.
He glided his lips from her ankle to the inner side of her thigh, and the closer he got to the core, he smelt her wet arousal.
When Theodore bit Lucy's inner thigh, sinking his fangs there, a small cry escaped from her lips. Her back arched at the pleasurable pain, and it allowed Theodore to run his hand on her back that had arched itself.
"Was it painful?" he asked her.
"No," came the whisper from Lucy's lips.
The next second, Theodore had picked a higher spot to sink in his fangs, tasting the blood that seeped down his fangs, and it left another cry from Lucy's lips. Her hands moved away from her chest to hold on to the bedsheet on either side of her body.
With the pillows that supported her head, Lucy could see what Theodore was doing. His tongue peeked out of his mouth, licking the traces of blood from her skin. Every time his gaze met hers, the sensual look in there and the dark streak of s.e.xiness melted her body under his touch.
The hint of pain mixed with pleasure was something Lucy felt she was getting addicted to quickly.
Lucy was sure that there were going to be bruises on her neck and her thigh tomorrow where Theodore had sunk his fangs and sucked her blood, but she didn't mind it. Call her to be strange, but she had always wanted to have her lover's markings on her skin.
In the past, she had never belonged anywhere, the place she had come to believe had been taken away by her grandmother and her mother by killing her Nana. And the relationship between her and Samuel had been an odd one.
"AH!" Lucy cried when Theodore bit harder, but this time without breaking her skin.
"Don't think about other things when you are with me. I am a very jealous person," Theodore whispered those words against her skin.
"That makes two of us," said Lucy, and she gulped when she caught the small mischievous smirk on his face.
"I am glad to hear that." Suddenly she gasped when she felt Theodore's finger swipe across her wet core between her legs. "So ready for me," he hummed in appreciation as his finger continued to move up and down.
The intimate contact had Lucy breathless, and when Theodore pushed his finger in and out, she quickly closed her eyes.
Her breathing turned laboured with every movement of his fingers, and her nails dug into the surface while her back arched. All this time, Theodore continued to watch every e.r.o.t.i.c expression that passed on her face while listening to every sound that escaped from her lips. Her lips trembled with delight, and just when her arousal was going to hit the peak, he stopped.