Illya
Anxiety curdled my blood into a thick sludge at the knock that sounded through my apartment, and I winced when I stood up, and my shirt brushed against my scars. It’d been so long since I’d walked around without bandages, and my hands curled into tight fists by my sides. Shuffling heavily to the hallway, I paused in front of the door, and I could practically smell Theo from the other side.
I wondered what Carlyle threatened him with— if he threatened Theo at all— and what it meant if he didn’t. Was I really just being a self-conscious bitch? For reasons I couldn’t properly mouth, I went back and forth, but Theo was always saying the same things.
Take off my bandages.
Grabbing the knob, the cold metal burned my palm, and I inhaled mightily through my nose before pulling open the barrier. Theo propped on the frame, his arm over his head, and he gazed down at me through intense, narrowed eyes. Goosebumps washed down my arms, and a cold sweat broke out on my back as the silence stretched.
“I came to apologize for grabbing you.” Now that I’d had a moment to think, I realized maybe Theo wasn’t upset about my going so fast as he was trying to seem. Maybe, he was mad about something else.
So many ‘maybes’ and not many concrete answers when I could just ask him.
“You were right— I don’t trust you even though I should.” My mouth dried at my own confession, and I leaned on the wall to duck my head. “It was easy back before because I could disappear if things went south. I could run away if I got scared.”
“You were right, too, you know.” The gruff reply sent a spasm down my chest, and I glanced up from under my lashes as Theo frowned grimly. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the second I saw you, Illya. Just because I found out you’re so much more— and I want it all— doesn’t mean it’s okay for me to go back on my word.”
“Do you wanna come in?” He nodded curtly, and I lowered my arm from the door to gesture Theo through. My heart thundered harder and harder when he kicked the barrier shut, and powerful arms braced on either side of my head. The wall seemed so cold against my back compared to his heat, and his eyes didn’t leave mine for a fraction of a second. Unfurling my stiff fingers, I touched my trembling palms to his sharply defined abdomen under his t-shirt, and he clenched and released his jaw with a mutedclick.
“I’ve tried so hard not to fuck this up that I stopped being the person I was before I met you.” The lump in my throat became dense at Theo’s grumble, and I nodded dumbly in agreement. His abdominal muscles strained under his taut, thick skin, and my fingertip traced the fading edges of the scar that ripped up his side. “Let’s start over. Like the past eight weeks didn’t happen— the bad parts, at least.”
“I’d like that.” My murmur rasped through my chapped lips, and Theo’s skin twitched under my palms as his closeness set fire rampaging through my veins. We weren’t touching in any way but my hands against his abs, my fingers running through his happy trail, but I had never felt more infused with him. His dark eyes blazed, and he slowly reached to caress my cheek. Desire skittered down my neck, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he trailed the back of his finger down toward my sternum.
Something, somewhere in the dark, dank recesses of my mind, snapped as Theo’s fingers skirted the burn on my chest. His nose brushed mine, his features becoming skewed from his close he was, and my ribs threatened to concave as he exhaled hotly. My fingers slipped under the waistline of his jeans, and his curled around the high neckline of my tank top.
It happened slowly, too slowly, and I couldn’t breathe with Theo’s lips hovering just a fraction of a centimeter from mine. Reaching down, I pumped his hard, silky smooth cock— once— twice— and prickles raced up my spine when his shoulders shuddered in my peripheral vision. Each vein pulsed under my touch, his hardness unrelenting even when I squeezed, and he thrust into my palms with a sputtering breath.
But his eyes never wavered even as he fisted my t-shirt in both his palms andyanked. Heat from his body surged up my chest when the thin fabric gave way, and I managed a shallow gasp before he captured my parted lips in a searing kiss. My eyes boggled from the shock of his tongue dancing against mine, and I pulled my hands from his jeans to unfasten my own. The tinkling of buttons popping and zippers pulling rose in my ears above my racing heart, and his belt clattered loudly when he dropped his pants.
Theo tasted sogood,so manly, somusky, and saliva pooled under my tongue as he cupped the back of my head to intensify the kiss. His little grunts reverberated through me, and I palmed his cock as he hooked his right arm under my leg to hoist it up. My core ached fiercely, need throbbing through me as I pumped his cock, and my folds spread as my desperation leaked out of me.
“Illya . . . ”
“Th-Theo . . . ” Swiping the bulbous head of his cock against my entrance, I sputtered a gasp as Theo nibbled my bottom lip. The intensity of the moment swept me away, and he hissed against my chin as hot, harsh pants ripped from my chest. Thrusting his length along my slit, he groaned into my mouth, and the passion behind his kiss tore me apart. Poising his head, I clamped down before he even entered my channel, and he tangled his tongue around mine.
Theo’s thick cock forced all the way in until his balls slapped my ass, and his hips dug into my thighs, and I saw stars. Stretching my walls as they undulated wildly in euphoria strangely muffled, his cock pulsed noticeably, and his groan clogged my throat. His fist slammed against the wall, his hard chest rippling against mine as he inhaled sharply, and my eyes rolled back in their sockets.
This wasn’t pleasure. There was nothing but white behind my fluttering lids, and I gasped when Theo pulled back. The ridges and veins of his cock caressed my walls, and he sucked the stale air from my lungs. His t-shirt brushed my front ever so gently, but I was drowning in theraptureonly intensified by the sting.
“Fuck . . . ” Theo’s thunderous growl rattled my bones, and he hoisted my legs around his waist and grabbed my hips with bruising fingers. Tearing his mouth from mine, he leaned back and stuttered a gasp of his own, and I scratched at the wall in an effort to hold on to something. His gaze bored holes into my face as pleasure dropped my jaw, and he pushed my hips down and thrust up in a brutal snap.
Tensing, as a tsunami pulled back my ability to feel anything but where he touched me, I hiccupped a breath as Theo’s cock gyrated against my walls. The clap of skin on skin echoed in my ears, and my eyes nearly popped from their sockets.
“Jesus fucking Christ . . . Illya . . . ” My eyelids snapped open at the choked call, and I ground my teeth hard at the pure ecstasy playing on Theo’s face. This was so long in coming, so anticipated, and I clamped down on him as pleasure rolled up my spine. My knees clung to his sides, and he flopped his head back as he pulled back to show off the muscles straining in his neck.
The thick ridge of his cock caressed my inner walls surprisingly gently as he pulled back, and Theo ducked his head to capture my lips in a hot kiss. Powerful hands grappled my ass cheeks, and I choked from the jolt of rapture when he stepped out of his jeans to walk to the sofa.
“I’m gonna die with you, Illya.” Sitting down, Theo buried his left hand in my hair as the other fell to the side uselessly, and I didn’t resist when he tugged gently. His eyes were black with desire, and they didn’t stray from mine as they shimmered with conviction. “I’m gonna die with you.”
“I wish I could hug you.” His pupils blew at my murmur, and Theo finally tore his eyes from mine. He turned beet red, like a cartoon, from his shirt neckline up, and I stiffened as expectation gripped me. Leaning back a little, I flexed my fingers, but it didn’t really help the fear that rose up to shadow my thoughts.
Theo blinked hard, his face an unreadable mix of emotion, but it didn’t really matter when his cock went flaccid inside me. His cheek twitched, and icy prickles swept down my sternum as he covered his mouth with his right hand. Shivers rippled up his arms noticeably, and he went even redder in the face before his eyes met mine for the briefest of seconds.
“J-just looking at it.” He craned his neck in what my sluggish brain recognized at embarrassment, and my eyes widened in shock. Clearing his throat roughly, Theo rolled his jaw and jerked his shoulders, but he couldn’t get rid of the red in his cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, Illya.”
“D-do . . . did . . . ” Sputtering stupidly, my jaw dropped when Theo flung his arm over his face, and my brain short-circuited. He hoovered up a shallow breath, and my brows rose when he lowered his arm to meet my gaze with voraciousness.“Do . . . do you need . . . to . . . stop?”
“No. Turn around,” Theo grumbled illegibly, and I pursed my lips thinly as I carefully stood up. He pumped his cock, and affection blossomed in my chest before he grabbed my hip and sat me on his lap. “Dance.”
