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I raise my hands and run them up and down his body, and he moans in approval. He starts to get rougher with me, an uncontrolled edge to his movements, but he seems to inherently know what I can handle and what I can’t. I breathe through my nose frantically, gagging on him and drooling a little, looking up at his intense, hungry face as I drag my fingernails down his body, which makes him moan and thrust a little deeper. I feel a surge of warmth between my thighs as he makes me choke on him again, and his eyes roll back in his head as he swears harshly. A moment later his cock pulses in my mouth and I taste his cum flooding the back of my tongue. I moan and swallowtwice in quick succession before he pulls his cock out of my mouth, stroking my hair as he drops to his knees before me.
Theo’s expression is still intense, but there’s a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before, and it makes me more nervous than his anger did.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, and my eyes widen as I stare at him. Unwanted tears prick at the corners of my eyes as my throat closes up, and I suddenly feel much more naked than before.
He starts kissing me again, pushing me back towards the center of the bed, but his movements are less angry, his kisses less savage. He holds me down as he kisses me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head with one hand. I can feel him getting hard again, and I writhe beneath him, whining, trying to get friction. He pulls away, his other hand gripping my throat again as he stares down at me with open need.
“You belong to me, Alex. Do you understand that?” Before I can think better of it, I nod the smallest amount, barely moving my head at all, but he catches it.
His face transforms from hunger into something else, something satisfied and triumphant.
He pushes into me and I hear him exhale roughly, and then he’s covering my body with his own, bracing himself on his forearms and bracketing me in, his hands tangled in my hair as he stares down at me with an intense expression I don’t want to understand. I close my eyes and let him fuck me with long, deep strokes that leave me breathless, letting the feeling of being so completely overwhelmed by him work its way up my spine, ratcheting the tension closer and closer to breaking.
“You need to tell me you’re mine,” he says quietly as he thrusts harder, and I keep my eyes shut, shaking my head slightly as I start tearing up again. He kisses my neck just below my ear and up my jaw, making me whimper. I’m so close tocoming I can almost taste it, and he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
Just as my leg starts to tense up, he pulls out of me and flips me over quickly, his hips shoving mine down and pinning me to the mattress, his body heavy on top of me. I let out a low, needy sound as one of his arms wraps around my neck, choking me slightly and pulling me back against him as he pushes so deep inside of me that it makes my vision swim. He stops moving, and I start sobbing nonsense, begging for more, my choked-out words and his harsh breaths getting tangled up. He grabs one of my hands, twining his fingers with mine and pinning my hand down.
“If you want to come, you need to say it,” he whispers into my ear, tightening his hold around my neck slightly. “Now,Alex.” The aggressive command in his voice has me opening my mouth before I can stop myself.
“I’m yours,” I breathe out, trying to ignore how I feel as it slips out of my mouth.
“That’s my perfect girl,” he says, his voice softer but still aggressive, and a thrill passes down my spine. Theo tightens his grip on me and keeps me immobile while he fucks me, and I start crying as my orgasm finally rips through my body a second later, the heat dancing along my spine obliterating all awareness that I’ve just fucked up somehow.
He presses his lips against the back of my head as his pace picks up, and his low voice is so quiet that I can barely make out what he’s saying, but the wordsgoodandperfectandminebreak through again and again, and something about how possessive he sounds and the arm he’s got around my neck and the intimacy of our hands interlocked puts me over the edge. Another orgasm rolls through me, and I sob harder as the heat in my core radiates fire into my exhausted body.
Theo barely fucks me through it before he starts coming, his loud moans and the way his arm tightens around my neck and the feeling of him pulsing inside me as he comes sends another wave of heat coursing through my body. I scream, shaking in his arms so hard that he loses his balance and collapses on top of me, his warm body flush with mine. I gasp for air and my tears start to subside, all complicated thoughts and feelings eddying out of my head as I come down from the orgasms. I’m drained and spent, and I feel light and airy, thoughtless, hovering just outside of my body, and everything is edged in a slight glow.
All I can feel is Theo’s body pressing me down, feel how his heart is pounding through his chest and into my back, feel the sensation of his breath hot on me as he presses a hard kiss against the nape of my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. He groans as he pulls out of me, falling to the bed next to me and running his hands through his hair as he stares up at the ceiling, panting.
How could feeling this good possibly be a bad thing?
I smile at Theo as a rush of affection for him courses through me, and he looks over at me with an unadulterated obsession that makes my stomach flip, and I lay there breathing hard, melting under his piercing gaze. He looks at me for a long moment, the angry tension slowly returning to his face and body before he leans over me and grips my chin, turning my face up towards him.
“I never want to see you with anyone else again, understand?” I look up at him, feeling amused and wrung out and loopy.
“That’s stupid,” I mutter, laughing softly as I trail my hand up his clenched jaw. Why would I want to be with anyone else? He makes me feel so good.
An alarm bell goes off in a distant corner of my mind, but I can’t figure out why, and Theo’s expression hardens, and heshifts his body until he looms over me, his stern face inches from mine.
“I’m fuckingserious, Alexandria. Promise me it won’t happen again.” I laugh a little at how intense he is, at how aggressive he’s being, and at how he relaxes the second I graze his cheek with my fingers and smile lazily up at him.
He’s so easy.
“Okay, baby,” I whisper, “I promise.” He softens a little more, and I push my hand through his hair again. He hums as I drag my nails down the back of his neck and closes his eyes for a moment, and when he looks down at me again, he’s calm and adoring. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me, a content sound slipping out of me involuntarily as our lips meet.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, his lips grazing against mine before he deepens the kiss, and I lose myself in how hearing those words makes me feel. He embraces me tightly and starts murmuring praise in between the soft kisses he presses against my cheeks and eyelids and neck, and I lie back and relish in his affection.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware that I’ve lost another battle, ceding some unknown territory to him, but I ignore it.
I know I’m not in control of this situation at all right now, but I feel so good that I don’t care.
***
I sit at the kitchen island, sipping my wine as Theo puts together dinner. He seems different, and I take my time watching him closely, trying to figure out what’s changed.
There’s always something slightly tense about Theo, but not right now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so completely at ease before. His posture is unusually loose and he’s smiling,humming along to quiet indie music as he prepares a salad, shooting me amused looks as I sneak cucumber slices from the bowl he’s dumped them into. I wish he was like this more often.
