The Crown's Obsession

With Theodore, who was much taller than her, she stood on the tip of her toes while her hands were placed on his shoulder. Lucy's lips traced his chest, reaching the place underneath where his heart was beating now, she pressed her lips there.

"You are just like a kitten," said Theodore, his hand moving to hold the side of her face while his thumb brushed her lips.

In one swift movement, Theodore carried Lucy in his arms, and he placed her at the centre of the bed while joining her.

Soon Theodore's hands found their way to where Lucy sat, one hand getting lost in her hair while the other around her waist, wrapping up in his arms to hold her.

As they kissed, Lucy felt jolts of lightning pass through her body. The kiss was tender and sweet to her lips. She kissed him with the same fervour as she got lost in it. In between the kiss, Theodore pulled back, pecking her lips before he whispered against her lips,

"I will make you forget everything that you have known before, and all you will need to remember is the present time that we share together."

To be here, Theodore felt like thousands of years had passed before he had been given the opportunity to take Lucy back to him. He loved her with every single fibre of his, cherishing her with tender kisses while hearing the sighs that escaped from her delicate lips.

He held the hem of her shift before lifting it and throwing it on the ground. "You're beautiful, Lucy. So beautiful," he praised her as his eyes fell on her.

Lucy bit her bottom lip when her body was exposed to Theodore's eyes. Her pale skin looked flushed because of the way his merciless eyes continuously looked at her.

His heated gaze noticed every gulp of her and her movements, his ears picking up her heartbeat and the sighs and m.o.a.ns that escaped her lips. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, covering parts of her shoulders and her chest. Right now, Lucy looked utterly delectable. For so long, he had curbed his needs and desire towards her, ignoring it. But now that she was here, the emotions that had been locked flooded the gates open, that could burn her with him.

Theodore reached out for her like he would reach out and feel for no one else, placing his hand on her smooth neck before it travelled down.

His hand turned around, the back of his hand gently touching the curves and tip of her b.r.e.a.s.t. On his touch, Lucy sucked in a breath, her hands and toes curling at the feel of his touch. This feeling, she had never felt like this in her last marriage. Lucy didn't know one could feel so many emotions by just one single brush of the hand, and the heat between her legs only increased.

"Do you like this?" questioned Theodore, his voice had lowered than his usual voice. He used his fingers to touch the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t, and her heart hitched.

"W-what kind of question is that?" Lucy asked with her heart thudding. What was there not to like? She asked, feeling the sinful touch that only aroused her body even more.

Theodore softly chuckled at her embarrassed reaction, "A question that is easy to answer with a yes or no." His eyes had not left her face. Due to his constant touch, the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t had turned hard, which had an inviting colour to it.

"Yes," she whispered quickly when he stopped his hand.

Theodore moved closer to Lucy, kissing her lips again while he carefully had her lay on her back on the bed before he hovered above her. Pushing her hair away from her shoulders, his lips quickly latched on to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses before they found their way to her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

Her hands twisted into the sheet that was beneath her, crumpling them when Theodore's hand squeezed one of her b.r.e.a.s.ts while he used his mouth on the other. His mouth captured the tip of Lucy's b.r.e.a.s.t, sucking and tugging on it to hear her m.o.a.n in pleasure. Her back arched when he lightly bit it, a loud m.o.a.n escaping her lips that was mixed with pain and pleasure.

The pleasure was like waves of water that left for a moment only to hit back again at the shore, and Lucy's thoughts were all over the place as Theodore's mouth worked on her b.r.e.a.s.t. Her own hands couldn't stay still, and she weaved her fingers through the thick locks of his hair. When he bit again, her grip on his hair tightened and to soothe it, he gently licked the skin.

Dropping a kiss, his head lowered down while the hand that had been palming her b.r.e.a.s.t left to play with the hem of her white underwear.

"I am going to remove it," Theodore let her know, and in that moment, she looked adorable. Both her hands had come to hold together in front of her chest, and there was an anxiousness in her eyes.

"I will be gentle," he promised even though she had already given her consent from her side.

Hearing his words, Lucy smiled, "I know you will be. You always have been," she replied to his words.

Theodore had always put her first even if it hurt him, "Theo," she called him when his fingers were about to tug the cloth. "Love me the way you want to love me, not the way I want you to," she said, her gaze holding him for long.

Hearing this, his eyes turned even darker than usual, and if it was night, it would have looked pitch black.

His voice had turned a little huskier as he said, "I think the way you want me to love you is exactly the way I want to love you," his lips pulled up, and he added, "I will love you more than that," and he tugged her underwear until her ankles before letting it join with the rest of their discarded clothes.