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"I didn't spend very much time there," I hurry to say, trying to ease his mind. Chad was annoying and creepy, but he was usually too drunk to bug me much. "I was always here or on campus or at Uncle John's house. By the time I would get home, he'd be passed out drunk." I don't mention that I intentionally avoided going back to my place until he had time to drink himself into a stupor. I don't think Theo would like hearing that much.
"If anything happens to you, I'll lose my mind."
"Um, I'm pretty sure you already did that," I say.
He growls at me, which makes me giggle.
"You did! You're completely crazy."
"For you, Charlotte Anne Mabry," he says. "I'm completely crazy for you."
"I, um… Oh, Theo," I moan when he slips his hand between my thighs, scattering my thoughts to the winds. Who needs to think anyway? It's overrated.
"I'm going to make you come again, sweet Charlotte," he whispers in my ear, parting my folds with his thumb. "And then I'm taking what belongs to me. So if you aren't ready to be mine, you need to stop me now."
"Don't," I whisper.
"Don't fuck you, or don't stop? You gotta tell me, baby," he groans, pressing his face against my shoulder. "You're dripping wet for me. I can already taste you on my tongue."
"D-don't stop," I gasp.
"Never," he growls, pressing his thumb to my clit.
He grinds it there in circles that leave me writhing in agonized pleasure. It's too much and not nearly enough. Yet, somehow, it's also perfectly right.
His free hand sweeps down my body, across the valley of my stomach, and over the peaks of my breasts. He leaves a trail of electricity everywhere he touches me, until I'm vibrating like a plucked guitar string, humming to his frequency.
"Theo," I moan, trying to tell him how good it feels. But I think he already knows.
"Do you feel me in your soul yet, baby doll?" he asks, trailing kisses all along my shoulder and neck. "You will, you know. By the time I'm finished with you, I plan to possess every inch of it. Even when I'm not buried in this pretty cunt, you'll feel me inside you."
His finger circles my opening, making my inner muscles clench and tighten in anticipation, in agony. I want him inside me so bad. I think I'd sell my own soul to make it happen. He says he's obsessed with me, but he's not the only one. I lied to him when I said I never slept in his bed before. Sometimes, the temptation would get overwhelming. So I'd kick off my shoes and cuddle up in the middle of his bed, hugging his pillow.
I don't think I have to be sneaky about it anymore.
"I've been in your bed before," I blurt.
"Did you touch your pussy while you were in it?"
"No. Yes." I whimper, writhing beneath his touch. "S-sometimes."
"I wish I would have known that," he growls. "I wish I would have been here to watch you doing it. Did you make yourself come, Charlotte?"
"No," I gasp. "I couldn't."
"You would have if I were here," he says, completely confident. "I wouldn't have let you stop until you were wrung out. I'm going to watch you one day. You're going to ride your hand like it's my cock."
"Theo." He says the filthiest things sometimes. But they don't sound filthy on his lips. They sound heavenly, like something I'd very much like to do. I always thought sex would be a disaster like everything else. But with him, I don't think that's even possible. This man exudes sex appeal. He's bossy and confident, and every single thing he does is sexy to me.
He pulls my leg backward, draping it over his thigh from behind. It opens me up to him, gives him more room to work. It does something else too. I feel his erection between my legs, against my center. The tip of it kisses my pussy, driving us both wild with need.
"Goddamn, I'm going to wreck this little thing," he growls, rocking his hips so it slides through my folds. The head bumps against my clit, making me cry out and claw at his arms. "I'm not even in you, and I'm ready to come all over you, little one."
"I'm sorry," I sob. I don't want him to come yet.
"Roll over," he demands, helping to flip me onto my back.
I barely have time to settle against the pillow before he's on top of me. His eyes rake down my body, so dark they're almost black. It's a beautiful color, a dangerous color. When it storms, the sky turns that exact shade of green. He doesn't look like an ice prince with that storm raging in his eyes. He looks like a god. He's Apollo, burning so bright it hurts to look at him.
