Surrendered(47)

“Why are we here?” I ask coyly.

He narrows his eyes at me wickedly. He’s all pent up animal aggression and sexual energy. I can feel his need from here, I can feel how much he wants me. “You can’t dance with me like that and expect me not to take you somewhere private.”

I move away from him, walking slowly around the room as though I’m genuinely interested in the shit art on the walls. Hugo has no taste. “It’s kind of rude to leave Hugo’s party don’t you think?”

He flashes me that wry, ‘I’m going to ruin you’ smile that I love so much. “No, I don’t think.” He closes the space between us, but I don’t move. My heart speeds as he stalks me, all pure alpha male. He grabs my hair in his hand, wrenching my head back, and exposing my throat to him. “I want you. Right here, right now.” He growls against my throat, his lips caressing my skin.

I smile. “How much do you want me?” I tease as I reach down and stroke his bulging fly. I know he’s not a patient man, and I can’t remember ever seeing him this sexually frustrated, but I have to keep control of him. Theo is a man whom I could quite easily become consumed by.

“Too much.” He groans.

“Good.” I slide the zip down, and push my hand inside his boxers. His entire body tightens when I wrap my hand around his cock. He pulls my hair harder and moans into my neck. I move my hand up and down, feeling the soft skin. His breath hitches, and his teeth latch onto my neck. I gasp at the bite of pain, my entire body breaking out in goose bumps.

“Fuck.” He hisses.

He grabs my shoulders spinning me away from him violently. He pushes me down, bending me over the back of the sofa and holding me there. His movements are frantic and desperate. He yanks my skirt up, pushes my underwear to the side, and slides inside me easily. I’m so wet, that my body just accepts him, hell, it’s practically begging. He pulls back and thrusts forward hard, his thighs slapping against my arse. I cry out and he groans loudly. There’s nothing romantic about this, it’s just need, pure and simple.

He stills inside me as his arm snakes around my chest, pulling me upright. His other hand trails down my thigh, gripping me by the back of the knee and lifting it, until it’s resting on the back of the sofa, with my thighs spread wide. He rips the straps of my dress off my shoulders, yanking the material down to expose my boobs. He’s everywhere, his cock pounds into me harder with each thrust. One hand pinches my nipple, sending tingles over my whole body. The other hand cups me possessively, rubbing my clit, whilst his lips, teeth and tongue work at my neck, sending me into a total sensory overload.

He’s relentless and insatiable. He fucks me like an animal, like a man possessed. I take every inch of what he has to offer. My body starts to tremble and clench under his onslaught. “Come for me Lilly.” He growls against my ear. His fingers flick my clit harder, just as his teeth gaze my collar bone. I explode, unable to take any more. My entire body clenches and shakes as he pounds into me again and again. Just when I’m sure I can take no more, he groans my name and stills. His muscles go rigid before he thrusts into me once, twice, and then stops as a low growl escapes his throat. I put my leg back down, barely able to stand, let alone on one leg. I lean forward and rest my elbows on the sofa as I try and calm my racing heart. He wraps his arms around me and leans his head between my shoulder blades. He’s breathing hard, and I’m not surprised. I can’t remember ever being fucked like that.

He presses his lips into my spine and stands up. I re-arrange my underwear, which is now soaked in both our bodily fluids, and pull down my skirt.

I turn to face him. He’s watching me, studying every tiny movement.

“You okay?” I ask as I pull up my dress.

He flashes me a small smile. “Yeah. I missed you this week.”

I brush my fingers over the stubble of his jaw. “I missed you too.”

He covers my hand with his and turns his face to kiss my palm. “Sorry I haven’t been around.”

I shrug. “It’s fine. Even you have to work sometimes, Theo.”

He doesn’t answer, just pulls me in and places a gentle kiss on my lips. “I love you, never forget that.”

I frown. “Theo, what’s wrong? You’re being weird.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. “Nothing.” He kisses me again. “Do you need to clean up?” He cocks an eyebrow at me and smiles like a dirty old man.

I roll my eyes. “Yes. Is there a loo in here?” He points to a door in the corner and I go about taking care of the unpleasant after-math.