Theodore was on Emily’s mind all the time during her shower, and it took all her willpower not to touch herself. She was a little bit of a masochist. She didn’t want to extinguish the fire he had ignited. It was only fair that he’d be the one to do so, wasn’t it?
She hurriedly cleaned herself and got out of there before she did succumb to the temptation.
She found him sitting on his bed, holding his phone to his ear.
If his angry tirade was any indication, she’d say he wasn’t happy with the person calling him. He wasn’t speaking in English so she didn’t know what the issue was per se.
She tightened the towel around her, and his eyes gleamed with something akin to mischief.
Before he had the time to hang up on whoever he was talking to, she dashed out of there. Footsteps and multiple animalistic growls followed her and it wasn’t long before he had her trapped against the wall.
Her body molded perfectly against his own despite how short she was in comparison to him. Not only did they click on more than just the physical matters, but they also fit so perfectly.
“Theo,” she implored him, blushing under the curious stares of her coworkers and the three men assigned to protect her. Rumors were going to go wild this time around. Of that, she was sure.
Well, they wouldn’t be rumors since they are true, a part of her supplied.
He looked at her, and noticing her unease no doubt, he told their audience, “Leave at once. I want the second floor to be vacated right this instant.”
The bodyguards stood frozen, not knowing what to do.
“You too,” she told them timidly, right before she hid her face into Theodore’s shirt.
“You heard the lady,” he told them gruffly to enforce her order.
Within seconds, they were alone in the second floor, as per their wishes.
“Theo,” she dampened her lips before worrying her bottom one, eyes downcast.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She obliged him at once. His eyes were switching from gray to red repeatedly.
“Look at you,” he all but sneered, “looking like a scared little rabbit. But do you know how much of a vixen you truly are?”
She shook her head negatively with vehemence.
“Well, let me show you,” he told her.
She was about to protest when he swept her off her feet and took her back to his room.
With her towel still tightly wrapped around her by some miracle, he placed her in front of the mirror, with him standing behind her.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered her, his voice husky beyond comprehension.
She whimpered and her eyes fluttered shut stubbornly.
“Look at yourself, lest you want me to touch you,” he threatened. “And I won’t be stopping.”
She opened her eyes at once.
She saw her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were glassy, her face and neck were flushed, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly with each breath she took.
“You are my kryptonite,” he told her huskily.
“I’m amazed that you know Superman,” she told him breathlessly.
“I know my classics,” he said gruffly before his hand sneaked around her to fondle her breast.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me,” she said on a moan.
“I made no such promise,” he growled in her ear. “Let me take care of you. I could feel your sexual frustration from a mile away.”
She let out a “Hmm,” in acknowledgment and leaned back against him.
“Please,” she begged, not knowing exactly what for.
“What do you want, dorogaya?” He asked gruffly, his eyes flashing red at her in the mirror.
“I… I…” she was at a loss for words as he kept on touching her, eliciting pleasurable moans from her, and she closed her eyes. “Give me the release I need,” she then demanded of him.
“Let the towel drop, mate,” he said in a pained tone of sorts.
Her eyes opened back at once, her insecurity surfacing for a moment there.
And then, he told her, “You’re beautiful, dorogaya. Never doubt that. Also, I love you. Never forget that.”
And with that, she allowed the towel to drop to the ground.
Fuck taking it slowly! Her inner slut said in triumph. This passion, this desire… I’ve been waiting to get a taste for so long – far too long.
She did her best to keep her hands by her side and not cover herself, and she succeeded somehow.
“Dorogaya,” he groaned out the endearment. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“I’m yours, Theodore King,” she told him simply even as she blushed. “Do with me as you please.”
I love you, the words she desperately wanted to say remained hidden within her. She just couldn’t formulate the simple – almost mundane – sentence.
He swept her off her feet once again, only this time around bridal style, and then placed her on the bed.
His eyes which often switched colors were so arousing.
The sheer masculinity and the impressive physique he had added to her desire.
In one swift and deft movement, he had removed his shirt. Next up, he discarded his slacks.
She looked at him in open wonder while remaining still like a statue.
“You like what you see?” He teased her, a smug smirk adorning his face.
She dampened her lips almost unconsciously. “You’re overdressed for the occasion, darling.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
And it wasn’t long before he was bare to her eyes, the evidence of his desire speaking to her of the pleasures to come.
“Theo,” she called his name desperately, and she almost didn’t recognize her own voice.
“I am a dragon,” he announced as he walked to his nightstand. “I cannot get STDs. I will, however, put on a condom because I don’t believe you want kids just yet.”
She nodded vehemently at him.
“Even though I am more than ready to see you round with my children,” he said as he slipped the condom over his length.
“Less talking, and more loving,” she begged.
And that was how a simple decision – her dashing out of the room – sealed her fate and his both for all eternity.
They were meant to be together, created to fit perfectly against one another… they were soul mates.
For better and for worse, Emily vowed to stay by his side until he’d tire of her – Heavens forbid.