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Theodora doesn’t need to be broken—she needs to be seduced. The ice queen in my bed might shatter under too much force, but a slow heat might melt her.
When my mouth finally settles between her legs, I glance up to watch her lips part on a silent cry. Her fingers curl into my bed, her entire body quivering. Her hair is a golden veil draped across my bed, and a bright flush clouds her cheeks and chest.
Seeing Theodora like this is a sight both divine and obscene, like having a naked angel under my mouth.
But Theodora is no angel, no matter how much she looks like one. Her pussy throbs under my tongue, and she’s so wet her thighs soon become slick with it. She’s exquisitely wet—and exquisitely responsive. With every sweep and delve of my tongue, her muscles twitch, her hips arch, a symphony of moans rises from her mouth.
When I slip my fingers inside her, she clenches around me. She’s slippery and so hot I have to ignore the sensation of my cock straining against my boxers.
But she’s not ready yet. This is her first time, and I’m large—larger, I’m sure, than she can imagine.
So I work her open, loosening her, relaxing her, teasing her until she’s moaning incoherent commands at me, mingled with pleas and insults.
“Who would have thought you had such a dirty mouth, my Theodora?” I tell her, straightening myself to look down at her. “Who would have thought that icy exterior would hide such deliciousheat?” Bringing my fingers to my lips, I place them into my mouth, holding her gaze as I taste her. “You’ve a bitter tongue, my darling nemesis, but you taste—oh,sosweet.”
She sits up suddenly, pushing me away and forcing me to stand. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she grabs at my belt, yanking it open.
“Stop talking and take your clothes off,” she commands.
I smirk. “I am your servant in all things, always.”
I pull off my sweater and T-shirt, then kick off my trousers, which Theodora has so helpfully opened for me. I watch her as I undress, and when I’m in nothing but my boxers, I watch with satisfaction as her eyes widen. She licks her lips in a nervous gesture.
Placing two fingers under her chin, I lift her face to look at me. Her gaze isn’t nervous when it meets mine.
It’s the burning blue of complete combustion.
“Take it off,” she says.
I obey her. My cock springs free, and Theodora’s throat shudders as she swallows.
“Oh,” she says.
“Would you like to touch it?”
My question is more a dare than a request, but of course, Theodora never backs down from a challenge. She wraps both hands around the length of me. My jaw tightens as I stifle a groan deep in my chest. My cock twitches in her fingers.
How many times have I fantasised about this very scenario?
The reality is far more perfect than any fantasy I could conjure.
Her touch is firm but inexperienced. She strokes me, watching with wide eyes as I harden under her touch. She looks up at me, almost hesitant, and I nod at her, every muscle in my body tensed.
Because somehow, her lack of experience is such a fucking turn-on. Not because I’m her first, but because of her. Because of her alluring curiosity, her boldness in the face of this new situation, and something I could never have predicted about her.
Her natural sensuality.
It’s the greatest irony of all.
That this cold, repressed young woman, this saintess who lives unkissed and untouched, should have such a natural affinity for pleasure. It’s apparent in her gaze, in her movements. In how fast she learns to read the language of my pleasure, the way she adapts each movement to my reactions and moves in a way that feels so fucking good. In the way she lowers her mouth on me, opening her raspberry lips to suck on the tip of my cock, eyes flicking up to gauge my reaction.
“You like that?” she asks, smiling with her lips against my twitching cock, and for a moment, I’m genuinely terrified I might come right there and then against that beautiful mouth of hers.
“I like it a little too much, you delectable fucking seductress.”
It takes me two seconds to grab a condom out of my bedside table, tear it free of its wrapping and roll it on. Then I grab her around her waist and haul her into the middle of my bed, propping myself up on one elbow and settling my hips between hers.
Angling myself against her, I coat myself with the hot wetness between her legs. I push against her entrance, and she stiffens underneath me, grabbing my arms, nails digging into my biceps.
