Page 124 of Darkest Obsession

“I will always want to protect you. I fucked up. You got hurt, Syl. That’s never happening again.”

“That wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s not what Crispin, Amina or anyone else thinks. They’re right. I failed you, but that won’t happen again.”

He takes hold of me and kisses me deeper. Theo slides my hoodie off my shoulders from the recital and kisses the straps of my leotard. I shudder and press my body against his, allowing his soft rosy lips to tease my shoulder and propel me towards arousal. Theo pushes a strap away from my shoulder and runs his tongue and lips over my bare flesh until I whimper and ease my other shoulder out of my leotard. Theo eases his palms over my bare breasts as I slide my leotard down to my hips. I used to feel self-conscious about my smaller chest until dating Theo. He cups my breasts and massages my nipples slowly, appreciating my average chest size with pure tenderness.

When his tongue brushes along my nipple, I moan and Theo teases both my nipples until they’re soaked before he drags me off the ground and carries me over to the bed. He wants to spoil me tonight because of the dance recital and the shit I’ve been through.

My head touches the bed and Theo’s body presses into mine. His solid muscular weight feels incredible on top of me. I run my hands over his muscular back and my hand cups his ass through his corduroys. He’s all muscle and my body goes crazy with the slightest contact from him. He kisses me as I strip his shirt off with impatience. I always have to be patient with Theo. When we’re in bed, now that we’ve finally done it… I don’t want to be patient.

Once I have his shirt off, Theo practically rips off my sweatpants and leotard. He kisses his way down my stomach as I stroke his wispy blond hair, so soft that it feels like it’s going to fall apart in my fingers. He spreads my thighs slowly and starts with slow kisses on my outer thighs until I feel ready to cum before his tongue even slides between my lower lips.

When Theo finally presses his tongue to my clit, only a few slow licks drive me to an orgasm. I grip Theo’s hair tightly as I cum and he cups my ass to pull my wetness closer to his face. He sucks on my lower lip lips as I climax and then moves his tongue back to my clit to push me to another intense orgasm. I turn into a dribbling, dripping mess of cum and spit after Theo eats me out for over an hour. He never gets tired of eating me out. I have to beg for a break.

Theo wipes his lips and kisses the top of my thighs. He rolls onto his back, resting his head on my thighs.

“I want to sleep with you,” he says. “I’m no gentleman tonight.”

I giggle. “You’re always a gentleman.”

“I wasn’t always. I smoked too much weed. I slept with the wrong people. I kissed the wrong girls. I kidnapped your sister. I’ve hurt people, Syl. I know that I’m older and to you I seem perfect, but I don’t have everything figured out.”

“Good,” I murmur, sinking my fingers deeper into his hair. “Leave some stuff for us to figure out together, right?”

Theo nods. “Yeah, babe. I don’t want us to be done, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Trust me… Now come… I’m horny.”

Theo chuckles. I still feel warm admitting that sort of stuff to him. He eagerly climbs between my legs, kissing me slowly and teasing me open with his fingers.

“How do you want me?” He whispers. “Slow and deep?”

He already knows exactly what I want and how I like him. I nod and kiss Theo’s shoulders, knowing I might have to bite down as he enters me. He’s seriously large. My teeth sink into his tattooed shoulder as he slides the first inch inside me. I moan as he pushes deeper into me. Theo slowly plunges into me until I feel a knot in the base of my stomach from his hardness. I grab his lower back and pull him closer to me. I want him deeper. Our bodies move together until I climax again and Theo makes love to me until I think I’ll pass out from exhaustion.

He has so much more stamina than I expected. His own orgasm rumbles slowly and he grunts with pleasure as he climaxes inside me. I hold his shuddering body against mine and we keep each other warm between the sheets until we fall asleep together. Theo whispers sweet romantic things to me as I fall asleep.

“I know I shouldn’t,” he murmurs. “But I really love you. I’ve been in love before, Sylvia, and you’re different. You’re better.”

I love listening to his heartbeat as we fall asleep together. Everything feels perfectly romantic in our hotel room, until morning, when I feel sick. Like seriously sick. I shove Theo off of me aggressively and run to the hotel bathroom where I proceed to projectile vomit in the most unromantic way possible.

Food poisoning. How the hell did I get food poisoning? Probably all those shrimp at the dance recital.

Gross. I have to get this cleaned up before Theo wakes up and finds out the love of his life is secretly nasty as hell. I just need to fight this second wave of nausea…

Chapter Fifty-Six

Clover

“Are you seriously wearing that?” my mom says with her lips curled up in complete disgust. She always hates the clothes I wear. If I don’t have my whole ass out, she thinks I’m not trying hard enough to get a man. It’s seriously annoying. I nod and try not to say anything sassy in response.

I’m going out to dinner with my mom to celebrate our successful dance recital in a small British town with about three hundred residents and my mom’s dressing like a hoochie heading to an LA nightclub. Since there are only like three restaurants in this town, I can only pray we don’t run into Thomas with his dad or Kola with her parents. Tonight, mom convinced me to stay with her at the hotel and I don’t exactly want to spend all night posted up in my bedroom while my friends are out with their parents.

My mom spins around in her skin tight shiny gold dress with tassels at the bottom and six inch clear high heels with a little slot in the bottom. Yes, it’s a slot for tips. Yes, she wears those walking around everywhere.

“What’s wrong with my outfit? And why haven’t you said anything about my new look,” she says pouting. I search her face for any more signs of fillers. She didn’t talk to me for a week the last time I didn’t notice her latest lip job but that droop on her lower lip tells me she hasn’t had any work done in a while. Shit… I hope this doesn’t ruin the night.

“What new look?” I ask innocently, hoping she doesn’t lose her cool.