An urge.
“I have to draw you.”
Theo whispered it before he could stop himself. The light was perfect. He had to. It was a compulsion. Once he spoke the desire out loud, he couldn’t stop it, and he sat up, looking frantically around the room for where he’d tossed his sketchbook.
Audrey stirred at his movement, snapping him at least partially out of his wild frenzy.
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple, first one, and then the other when she shifted and nuzzled drowsily into his neck. He gathered her up in his arms and pressed one to her lips next, whisper soft and gentle, as tender as he could make it. She pawed at him, making groggy noises deep in her throat while she tangled her fingers in his hair.
“What is it?” she slurred when he finally pulled away, her eyes still closed. “What time is it?”
“Early.” His fingers were already unzipping the hoodie, drawing it slowly down her front and trying to make as little noise as possible. “I’m sorry if I woke you, sweetheart. You go back to sleep. Just relax. I’m going to take care of you.”
“Hmm?” She opened one eye when he pressed a kiss betweenher breasts. Her brows knit together. “What are you doing, Theo?” Her nipples had tightened into hard buds at the sudden assault of cool air around them, and Theo grunted as he shifted his body over her, ignoring the sudden sharp pain in his hip at the movement. It subsided once he settled and drew the duvet over his head, tucking it high enough to cover her as he slid further down, dragging his mouth along the length of her body and leaving languid, lazy kisses between her breasts and along her stomach while he pushed himself to the foot of the bed.
When he didn’t answer her and instead hooked his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and tugged them gently down her legs, she drew in a sharp breath.
“You’re supposed to be resting.” She was more awake now. “You should—”
“Can’t rest. I have to draw you,” he muttered, burying himself beneath the covers and pulling her underwear fully off.
She propped herself up on her elbows and lifted the blankets up to peek at him. “Now? You want to do that now?”
“I always want to.” He ran his hands eagerly along her legs, wrapping his arms around her thighs and digging his fingers firmly into her soft, velvety flesh. “I think I’m in the mood for breakfast in bed.”
She looked so goddamn beautiful, staring down at him in concern.
“But you—”
“Let me take care of you, Audrey,” he growled, his pupils blown wide and his attention already lost in the sight of the rosy pink petals between her legs. “You’ve taken such good care of me. Let me make you come, and then let me draw you. I need this.”
He didn’t wait for her answer.
But she gave it to him anyway as soon as his lips touched home.
“Yes,” she gasped, throwing her head back onto her pillow,closing her eyes and writhing beneath the movements of his mouth. He groaned into her sex, savoring the sweet taste of her and taking his pleasure in her own. He loved the noises she made, loved the way the air seemed to scorch her throat while she panted, loved how he’d learned to wring orgasms from her body like this.
It made him feel powerful.
He gripped her legs tightly and splayed her wide before him as she arched her back and grasped for the headboard. He drank every last drop she deigned to give him, feasting upon her as though he’d been starving.
When she wound her fingers in his hair and pulled as she came, riding his face and screaming his name with his nose buried between her folds and his tongue thrust deep inside of her, he nearly came himself.
But he didn’t stop at one. Oh, no. He wantedmore.
He once told her he was an excessively greedy and selfish man.
He showed her now what he’d meant that day.
He kept going, and Audrey begged him to stop, pleaded with him for more, told him she couldn’t take it, screamed “Yes, Theo, yes,” until her throat was raw and ragged, until he made sure she was boneless, until stars seemed to explode into being against the cosmic background of the universe behind her eyes—
Until he knew there was nothing but the feeling of him worshipping between her legs.
When she slumped to the side, her chest heaving and limbs shaking, he finally released her. Theo slid out of bed and hobbled over to his art satchel. He threw it over to his shoulder and dragged himself around to the other side of the bed, pausing only to lift Audrey up and peel her completely out of his hoodie before tossing it unceremoniously atop the duvet.
She was so limp and breathless, her skin so flushed with heat and sweat, she didn’t protest.
He gently laid her back down and sank heavily into the armchair in the corner.
