Chapter 37: Spearcrest Saints: Part 3 – Chapter 37

pale map, and I place kisses on it like markers. The soft peaks of breasts, the pink glaciers of nipples, the creamy plains of belly and thighs and the ridges of ribs.

I mark them all with kisses like an explorer claiming new land.

I take my time, just like I told her I would, but it’s torture for me, too. I’m so hard I ache, and my need is devouring.

Part of me—a feral, primal part—wants nothing more than to pin her down and bury myself in her, to watch her squirm and tremble with the force of my thrusts, to watch her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mouth opens in a wild scream.

I know better than to listen to that part of me.

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 delicious ?” 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, sweet.”

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.

I pause and breathe, “Alright?”

She nods, but her eyes are wide, and her body is trembling underneath mine.

I cradle her cheek in my hand, stroking it with my thumb. “We can stop if you want.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’m ready. Please.”

She raises her legs, squeezing my hips with her thighs. My cock is straining, twitching against her. I want her so bad, and she’s so fucking wet, it would be so easy to thrust into her, bury myself into the delicious heat of her.

But I hold back. I lower myself against her, lying heart to heart with her, kissing her mouth, then murmuring in her ear, “Relax, Theo.” Slipping my free hand between us, I caress the wet length of her pussy, the tiny bud of her clit. “Breathe for me, my darling, and relax.” I push against her slowly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never going to hurt you, I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you.” She relaxes against me, and I thrust in deeper. She’s so tight I can hardly bear it. My voice grows hoarse, almost breaking. “Ah, you’re taking me so well, darling. Theo. My darling fucking adversary, I— ” Words fall out of my mouth, a litany of pleasure and want as I push deeper into her. “You feel so good, I want you so much, I fucking you, I—”

My hips meet hers, and then all I can feel is the hot wetness of her around my cock, her twitching thighs around me. I look down at her: her cheeks are crimson, her blue eyes a drowning ocean of want.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I speak in a ragged, reverent sigh.

I begin to move, then, slowly, giving her time to adjust. She squirms underneath me, her throat shuddering with each nervous breath. Her arms slide from my biceps to my forearms, caressing them, then grabbing them. I slow my thrusts, and she glares up at me.

“Fuck—” She gasps. “God, Zach, more. I n-need more. Please.”

It’s all she needs to say.

My self-control, already holding on by a thread, snaps.

I fuck her then—I fuck her with all the despair of not having her for myself, all the pent-up years of being held at arm’s length by her, of wanting her like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life. I fuck her with the desire of all the dreams I’ve had of her, of every time I’ve touched myself thinking of her. I fuck her until she’s screaming and clawing at my arms and chest with her nails. Until she throws her head back and her body arches off the bed and her thighs are shuddering uncontrollably around my hips.

Her pleasure is the cue to mine—I come with a sudden cry, burying myself deep inside her.

The rush of pleasure is overwhelming—it slams into me with terrifying force, and for a moment, I can do nothing but buck desperately into Theodora. My face is buried in her neck, and I kiss and bite down on the fragrant flesh in the animalistic urge to mark her.

When the waves of my orgasm recede, I slip out of her and discard my condom as she watches me. She props herself up on her elbows as if she’s about to stand, but I push her back with a rasping laugh.

“Oh no, my lustful angel. I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes widen as I kneel by the bed and grab her hips, pulling her effortlessly to me. Propping her legs on my shoulders, I kiss the creamy skin of her inner thighs, taking a sharp bite that makes her gasp. Then I lower my mouth on her, working her with slow, long laps of my tongue.

At first, she squirms and moans, and then her hips grow deadly still. I smirk up at her.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes, darling. Come for me, my Theodora.”

I caress her with my tongue on her and lick her until she’s throbbing against me, until her thighs suddenly clench around my head, until she’s thrusting against me like she’s trying to fuck my mouth, until her voice breaks into a long, pleading cry.

I hold her hips still, forcing her to fight against me as her orgasm washes through her, until she’s wrenching me away from her by a fistful of my hair. Then I laugh, harsh and wild, and I finally let go, grabbing her around her waist and rolling us both into the middle of the bed with her on top of me.

We lie entangled for a long time, catching our breaths. I stroke my hand up and down her back, relishing the sensation of her thighs still trembling uncontrollably.

I kiss the top of her head, then her shoulder, marvelling at the wonder of it, the wonder of kissing Theodora.

“Why did you lie about your first kiss?” I ask her through a sleepy yawn.

“Mm?” She lifts her head from my shoulder to give me a quizzical look.

“Why did you lie, that time, about kissing Luca?”

She laughs and takes my jaw in her hand. “Really? That’s what you’re worried about ?”

Her hips are straddling my waist, the wetness between her legs smearing on my belly—a sensation that sends blood rushing back straight down to my cock.

“I’m not worried,” I tell her. “I’m curious. You know I have an inquisitive mind.”

She gazes down at me, her eyes searching mine. “I lied to you because Camille told me she kissed you in the back of a limo, and I wanted revenge.”

“Camille Alawi?” I ask with a frown.

“I thought that if you should have my first kiss, then it’s only fair I ought to have yours.”

With a lazy smile, I roll us over in my bed, pinning her underneath my body, my hardening cock pressing against her thigh.

“You get my first kiss, Theo. I never kissed Camille in the back of a limo, or anyone else for that matter. But I’d kiss in the back of a limo.”

“I got your first kiss?” she asks, a glimmer in her eyes.

“Mm-hm. All my firsts are yours, Theo. My first crush, my first fantasy. My first kiss. My first love. My first time.”

“Your first time?” she asks. “Are you sure?”

“I think I ought to know.”

“Must be beginner’s luck, then,” she mutters.

I smirk. “Or I’m just a quick learner.”

“Definitely luck.”

“Only one way to disprove your theory beyond doubt. Data-based research via practical experiment.”

“Such dirty talk,” she sighs. With a wicked smile, she arches up, her nipples sliding against my chest, sending blood rushing to my cock. “Who would have thought you were such a slut, Zachary Blackwood?”

“I’m not a slut.” I laugh. “I’m slut.”

“You’re mine?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my neck, tenderness blossoming in her forget-me-not eyes.

“Yes, my darling adversary. I’m yours. For now and forever.”

“Promise?”

“I swear it.”