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“You should see yourself,” he says, fucking me with his fingers, the angle intent on driving me mindless. “You should see the way you look, cheeks flushed and body opened up for me. My perfect porcelain doll.”
I let out an unintelligible response, my legs shaking, my arms feeling like jelly.
Teddy tightens his hold. “Easy. I’ve got you, babydoll.”
And fuck, I believe him. I do.
I rest my cheek on the tile, giving myself over, letting Teddy do with me as he pleases. He hums, an immensely satisfied sound, as he rubs and rubs and rubs right where I need him.
“That’s right,” he all but coos, his lips brushing my cheek. “Beautiful. Pliant. Mine.”
My orgasm hits me before I even register I’m about to come. One second, there’s Teddy’s fingers in my ass, his arm around my waist, and the feel of his beard bristling my jaw as he says that word—mine. And then I’m shooting, my cock bucking against air, my cum hitting the shower wall as everything around me blanks. I’m so boneless I barely register the loss of Teddy’s fingers. But then I’m being spun back around, and strong arms are supporting me, one of Teddy’s hands behind my head, cushioning me from the wall. He stares at me for the longest singular second of my life, and then he kisses me.
I swear I come again, just a little. It’s like an electric spark, a jolt through my system. And then…bliss. His lips are soft yet incessant. Warm. They’re the promise of something too wonderfully scary to name. He kisses me like he wants to, not because I asked him to. He kisses like sweet summer rain.
When he hikes my leg up over his hip, I don’t think; I just hold it there.
“Gorgeous,” he says, lips meeting mine again as he strokes himself.
Yes, yes. Fuck. Come on me.
I can’t get my mouth to work, but Teddy seems to have the same idea. The sound of his fist working his cock rises above that of the shower, the slick, slick of it making me groan. Teddy draws back, dark eyes meeting mine. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he rasps.
I don’t answer. Can’t.
The hand behind my head tightens in my hair, lifting my chin. My eyes slip shut, and Teddy growls, his nose against my exposed neck before his teeth fit to my skin. The sensation is brutal, perfect, as he blooms a bruise to the surface of my neck. I don’t move a muscle, letting him mark me and loving every second of it. His mouth is back on mine the next instant, just as hard, just as demanding.
“No one touches you but me,” he says, the words not the threat they should be. “Say it, doll.”
“No one,” I whisper.
His seed hits my stomach and hip as he starts to come. It’s hot, same as the reminder of his lips on my neck, and I can’t do a thing other than smile. His deep groan fills my ears, and I do feel gorgeous, like he said. I feel wanted. I feel good.
Teddy’s hand leaves the back of my head, his fingers on my chin. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
Fuck, were my eyes closed?
He smiles when I meet his gaze, something so very warm lingering in the depths of his eyes. “There you are,” he says gently. “You were perfect. Stunning. Let’s get cleaned up now, okay?”
I think I nod.
Teddy helps maneuver me under the shower spray, his arm staying around me. The water is still hot, much to my surprise. He must pay a small fortune for utilities. I don’t think much about the fact that Teddy is washing me. It feels nice, and he said he wanted to take care of me, right? Who am I to argue?
When we step out of the shower, Teddy wraps a towel around my waist. He grabs another, drying my hair. I think my eyes slip closed again.
His chuckle is warm in my ear. “Do you need me to carry you?”
“What?” I mutter.
He chuckles again, swooping me up over his shoulder like he did earlier. “Come on, doll. Let’s get you to bed.”
Mmm.
Teddy drops me onto a soft surface. A few seconds or years later, warm arms wrap around me from behind. With the last of my strength, I roll toward the source of that heat, burrowing against a firm yet comfortable pillow. No, not a pillow. A chest. Arms tighten around me.
The last thing I remember is fingers in my hair and the feeling of utter peace.
Consciousness is slow to come. Everything feels fluffy and white, like I’m floating amongst clouds. There’s the nicest-smelling something beneath my face—vanilla and cloves, if I had to guess—and warmth is all around.
