92. Feeling Good

92. Feeling Good
Theodore's Pov
I couldn't fucking take it anymore. There was no way I could let that bastard put his claim on Alina while I just stand and do nothing. So I knew I had to tear the contract. The contract never meant anything in the first place. It was just a way to keep her bound to me. And now that I could finally see her feelings, how she was getting comfortable around me and not altogether opposed to the idea of living with me or even just breathing the same air as I was breathing, I knew just a few more punches and the wall would collapse.
As for the fucking Elliot, I think I'll have to meet him on person and show him his place. But for now, I concentrated on kissing the precious woman who tasted like sweet candy. She melted in my hold as I sucked on her soft rosy lips. And they way she responded back had me hardening in seconds.
This girl could send me to hell and I would go there gladly. That's the hold she had on me. If only she knew. I pushed into her, caging her against the door, her chest plastered against mine as we kissed passionately. She didn't stay back from proving me with her little ministrations on my back that she wanted this equally as I did. She wasn't pushing me back. Instead she was kissing me back. Her hand was working her magic in my hair making me grunt in pleasure.
“Fuck, Alina!” I growled, my hands went down to her ass and jolted her up, securing her easily in my hold as her legs wrapped around my waist. “You are fucking delectable.” I whispered I between the kisses, moving her away from the door to my desk before safely depositing her on it. Parting her legs eagerly, I stepped in between them before latching on her lips hungrily. She tried to keep up with my pace but I smirked when I felt her falling behind. So I gave her some time to catch up.
My lips descended to her milky neck and found the perfect stop between the juncture of her shoulder and neck to be my next target. I hit harshly before sucking the skin to sooth the skin. “Theodore!” That made her scream out my name before she realized we were in office and immediately slapped her hand on her mouth.
“Scream, darling. Scream my name as much as you want. My office is sound proof.” I continued my art work, making sure to leave trails of proof that I was here, shinning in purple black on her skin.
“Theodore,” she moaned, arching her back giving me more access to her flawless skin. Her breathing got heavy as she was stuck in the bliss of pleasure. My job currently was to give her that pleasure. And make sure it was good. So good, it becomes unforgettable for her. My hand disappeared underneath her shirt finding their way to her perky breast which were erect for me.
I pinched her nipple making her yelp before catching her lips with mine again. Slowly, my hands traveled down further to the hem of her jeans. Now this was a territory I had to be careful on. I didn't want to make her feel comfortable or give her the slightest sense of moving to fast. I promised I would wait and go on her pace. So I had to make sure she was ok with this. Her consent was important.
I would die before repeating the same mistake from last time that I was intimate with her 4 years back. So my finger lingered on her jeans, waiting for approval. But it seemed Alina was more eager than I had expected her too. My daring vixen grabbed my hand before placing it flat against her core making my eyes bulge at the boldness. My lips were still intact with hers so she moved back only for a second to whisper ever so seductively.
“Please,” her breath fanned against my lips.
“Please what, my love?” I asked wanted her to use her words.
“Please. I…ne..need,” she struggled to form coherent words. “I need to hear you say it, my love. Please what? Tell me what you want?” I gritted.
“I want you!” She screamed desperately. “Your wish is my command, my queen.” That was all it took for me to unzip her jeans, slide her panties and insert my two fingers in her. She screamed my name at the impact.
“That's right, my love. Tell them. Tell them who you belong to. Tell them who's fingers are inside you right now!” I continued pumping and pinching on her bud as she grew closer to her pleasure. Her head fell on my shoulder, the moans not taking a break from her lips. Just as she was about to orgasm, I removed my hand and licked it clean. That had me earning a look of disbelief and anger from her.
“What the—” she found her appalled.
“You'll only cum when I'm inside you sweetheart,” I smirked before pulling out my phone from my pants’ pocket, dialing Anders. “Take Asher out to the park with you. Don't come back at least before two hours!” I order before hanging up. Alina looked at me confused as if I snatched away her favorite chocolate. “Come on love. Don't be sad,” I said, pulling her down from the desk after zipping her up. “Our first time in 4 years is not going to be in an office for a quicky. You are worth more. So let me worship you properly and show you how it's done.” I fixed her shirt before I guided her to my car before heading straight for home. Life was giving me a second chance. So I had to make sure of using it properly, doing things the right way this time. This pleasure was going to be all about making my soon to be wife feel good.