Page 82 of Before Broken Vows

Theo nods and leaves. I speak to Marlena and walk down the hall to meet Theo.

I close the bedroom door behind me and find Theo standing near the window, shirtless, his hair still damp from the outside showers. The sun coming through the sheer curtains catches on the ridges of his abs, making the lines of his torso look even more sculpted. He turns when he hears me and gives me a look that makes heat rush between my legs.

Theo smiles, and his eyes drag over me slowly. I haven't changed out of my swimsuit yet, and the damp fabric clings to every curve.

I open my mouth to speak, but the words get lost in my throat as he crosses the room in three strides and grabs my throat—nothard, but firm, commanding—and gently strokes the side of my neck with his thumb.

"I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all day," he says and looks down at my breasts. "And now in your bathing suit. Are you trying to kill me?"

I smirk and rub his rippled abs with my fingertips. "Are you trying to kill me?" I repeat the question.

He leans in and kisses me. My eyes almost roll back with the sudden wave of pleasure his lips, his tongue, give me.

"You've been good today," he says, pulling away slightly. "But I still think you need a reminder of who you belong to."

"Yes, Sir," I say without hesitating, without thinking.

"Strip. Slowly. I want to watch you."

I obey. I unhook my bathing suit top and toss it to the floor. My breasts are bare and my nipples harden at the way he looks at them, licking his lips like he's moments away from sucking them.

I remove the bottoms and stand before my king, completely naked. My thighs feel slick from the heat and arousal, and the wetness between my legs is growing. I see the way his gaze devours every inch of me and I smile.

It's one thing Theo has always been good at. When he looks at me, I'm somehow confident. Unafraid. Not nervous. The way his eyes take me in gives me everything I need to expose myself completely to him.

"Lie on the bed," he commands.

I do so without speaking.

I lay on the mattress, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Spread your legs," he growls. "I want to taste what's mine."

As I do, Theo kneels and begins softly, gently kissing my inner thighs.

His lips are like fire on my skin and each movement sends more and more heat right to my center, right to where I want his tongue.

His hands reach up and firmly grip my thighs, and he pulls me closer to him. I let out a playful scream as he does, excited by what he's about to do.

The moment his tongue is on me again, my head thuds back against the bed.

"Theo," I gasp, taking one of my hands and tangling it in his wet hair.

He groans into me, sucking my clit with just enough pressure to make me cry out.

He licks my slit slowly, up and down, sliding his tongue in and out of me, then goes rougher, faster, curling his tongue against my clit.

"Fuck, Sir," I moan, hips already bucking.

He doesn't let up. He devours me. Licking, sucking, nibbling, until I see stars.

I can't breathe. Can't think. My thighs start to close around him, but he grips them tighter, spreading me wider.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he growls.

"God, I missed your mouth, Sir."

"That's right. My filthy girl." He presses two fingers into me while licking me harder. "You're dripping. You get like this for anyone else?"