The lovemaking that had begun in the garden continued in Olivia’s bedchamber. After his second release, Theodore’s mind cleared somewhat, but he had no intention of stopping this rapturous, dreadful act.
He hastily gathered his disheveled clothes, wrapped Olivia—clad only in a tattered indoor dress barely clinging at her waist—in his coat, and lifted her into his arms.
They took a path unseen by others. Neither spoke a word; more than once he halted midway, unable to resist pressing her against him for deep, devouring kisses.
The moment he shut her chamber door, he all but threw her onto the bed, his face half undone. He had no presence of mind to undress again or even remove the coat beneath her. He lunged straight for her.
He tore away what little remained of her ruined gown, forcing her legs apart. Seeing the swollen folds flushed red and glistening pink with diluted seed and wetness, he spat a curse.
"Goddamn."
At once he buried his face there. No thought of filth crossed his mind—he could not, even if he tried.
He wanted only to claim every hidden part of her. Had he been a shade crueler, he might have split her open and spilled his seed inside her flesh—it was that kind of urge.
Yet his lips and tongue upon her body were unbearably gentle, careful.
"Theo, don’t… don’t do that… mmnhh."
Olivia tried to push his head away, but it was a plea he could not heed. His tongue parted her lips, his mouth closed around her swollen clitoris.
Her sex gave off a heady musk, mingled with the clean, warm scent of skin. Scent, taste, touch—all of it churned Theodore’s mind to ruin.
He knew he was reputed to be ascetic. He had scorned men ruled by lust.
But it was never because he was pure. It was because he could not forgive how foully lust consumed him.
And now he could no longer hide it.
"Hhhnngh…"
She gave a frail moan, thighs quivering as if in resistance. He gripped them and spread them wide, laving her with a tongue slicked in saliva. Her hand clutched his hair, trembling violently.
He brushed the entrance swollen from rough penetration with his fingers, then slowly pushed them inside. The narrow passage, filled with his seed and her fluids, was hot and soaking.
"Theo, Theo… ahh, hnngh, ahhh!"
He pried her open, sucking relentlessly at her clitoris until Olivia shuddered, panting, convulsing.
She knew what physical pleasure was. For decades, her body had been dissected, her responses catalogued. Ezekiel had sought to tame her with pleasure again and again; for one reason or another, she had accepted it.
But never before had she been held by someone she truly wanted. Theodore wanted her. That alone turned even the memory of pain into a delirious bliss.
"Please, Theo… ahhh!"
She wanted to embrace him, yet Theodore would not lift his face until she peaked.
"Hhhk—hhngh…!"
As climax seized her, Olivia sobbed.
When Theodore felt her body go slack, he finally raised his head. His face was half-drenched in the essence she had spilled. Olivia looked up through tear-brimmed eyes, opened her arms, bent her knees, baring herself to him.
It was not enough. She wanted to embrace him, to be filled with him, to blot out the indelible memories of unwanted pleasure with this moment alone.
Theodore’s expression shifted. He climbed atop her, drew out his cock, swollen to bursting, and thrust it between her legs.
"Ah…!"
Thanks to the path already forced, the second entry came easier. Her walls clenched and resisted, but he drove through it with ease.
"Haa—hnngh…!"
"Via… Via…"
Groaning her name, he gripped her hips and pulled her to him.
The kiss came after. He bent to her, licked her lower lip, and caught it between his own.
Smack.
A wet sound pulsed between their mouths. With their most tender, sensitive flesh joined above and below, he explored her body slowly.
His fingers traced her slender shoulders, the line of her neck, caressed her breasts with care. Each time, Olivia’s lips trembled faintly.
He moved as though studying her—when she flinched, when she shivered. Instead of rough kneading, he stroked her softly, tapping at her peaked nipples until faint moans escaped her throat.
"Mmnhh… ahhh…"
She slid her hands beneath his arms, wrapping around his back. Even that slight touch, her body in his embrace, sent fire rushing through him.
He drove forward again, tearing deeper into her.
"Ahhh, hhh, wait—please…"
Olivia whispered like a plea.
"Don’t… don’t move…."
Theodore thought he was restraining himself. In truth, it was Olivia who shifted, pressing herself against him.
Each time her hot walls clenched and swallowed him, he groaned like a beast. And she told him not to move? Impossible.
"Ahhh!"
At last he yanked back and plunged in again. Olivia cried out in a high voice. He caught her waist and hips as she tried to arch away, lifting her to him, and began to move.
"Ahh—ahh! Theo—ahhh!"
But patience had fled. With each fierce thrust, Olivia screamed.
Her belly, melted in heat, could take him in no matter how deep, no matter how hard. His thick head scraped her walls, striking her depths. Each time, his groin smacked against her stretched entrance.
Sparks burst before her eyes. Her body, once peaked, was hurled to a higher crest with ease.
"Ahhh—ahhh, hhhk—!"
"V-Via… nghh!"
Theodore pulled out, then slammed into her as though battering her insides. Olivia’s whole body trembled, overstimulated, her limbs flailing for somewhere to rest.
She could only cling to him, hips rocking, begging for more.
"Ahhh! Theo—ahhh!"
And at last, as she reached climax again, Theodore stilled, buried deep, and released within her once more.
Olivia clung to his back, trembling all over, her hands wandering in desperation. Theodore exhaled a long, shuddering breath and grazed her lips with his.
What he swallowed in their kiss was the sweet taste of her breath. They remained entwined in a long, endless kiss.
In that room, there was no past, no future. Only a man and a woman, bound in that single moment.