Chapter 88 Chapter 88
Selena
My eyes fluttered open tiredly, my body aching, not from pain but from pleasure.
And then my gaze landed on him.
The reason why I was kept awake more than half the night.
A smile spread across my lips as his eyes met mine.
Speaking of being naked, I move to reach for the blanket, my cheeks flushing red.
“Don’t move.”
I stayed put, not because I wanted to, but because of the intensity of his voice, and my body’s inability to move.
He was shirtless, with black ink spread all over his left shoulder to the side of his chest.
Looking at it now, something was written on it, in a different language, just like the writing under the snake on his back.
Again, I wondered what it meant.
Looking down, a book lies in his hand, while the other holds a pencil. He draws on the book, his gaze focused, even when he lifts his head to look at me.
I pursed my lips. This was the second time he was drawing an image of me. Could this be what he meant when he asked that I become his muse?
“I didn’t know you were an artist,” I commented, hoping that wouldn't be another issue.
“You don't know a lot about me, Selena.” He doesn't look up, drawing intensity.
“And there is room for that?” My voice broke, unsure.
He raised his head, and our gaze locked.
Theodore was insanely handsome, one that any living being would be attracted to. And I was attracted to him, from the beginning.
But there was more. Theodore was comforting. Too comforting. And also the sex…..
I never thought one day I would be able to indulge in it. It never happened with Noah.
Speaking of Noah, I can't believe he dared to play me. I have always thought of him as a good person, at least because of Josh, but I was wrong.
“Your brows are creasing, Selena. What are you worried about?”
His face came into clear view, his eyes fully on me. I looked down at his hands.
“Can I see it?” I asked, my eyes on the book.
“Later.”
He placed the pencil inside the book, closed it before placing it on the nightstand as if telling me not to ask again, and that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
“So tell me,” He moved closer to me, “What were you thinking about?” His hand grabbed my thigh from under the blanket and I was pulled towards him.
I gasped, the blanket falling, exposing my naked chest, and Theo’s eyes moved down, stopping at my nipples.
“Not..thing.” I stuttered, his gaze sending fire all over my body.
“You are hiding, Selena.”
Lord please, not with that voice.
My insides coiled from his fingers moving slowly to my inner thighs. Slowly as if he is enjoying the torture in my eyes.
I moved to bring my legs together, but he held them apart.
“I’m..I am no..ah,” His finger rubbed my pussylips, and my ass buckled like an electric had run through me. But Theo only smirked.
“You what?” He asked, but I could only open my mouth and close it, because of his hands.
“Mm,” I moaned, my head going backward as his finger went deep into my folds, my thighs widening.
Fuck, my nipples felt so tight, needing.
I didn't hold myself back, I rose, and almost regretted the absence of his hands in my pussy, but the thought of closing our bodies ignited a greater need.
His eyes followed me, the smirk replaced by curiosity.
Slowly, torturing myself, I closed the distance, and sat before him, bare for him.
And now that I was in front of him, my face flushed with shyness. I haven't thought of what to do after being this close to him.
“Hmm, I…”
The hunger in his eyes intensified. “You are something else, Selena,” His hand reached for my face and a soft sigh slipped past my lips when it met me.
Surprisingly, his hand was warm, when it should have been cold. And Theo was that way.
Warm.
It makes me wonder if he was who they said he was. who he portrayed to be.
Who was the real Theodore? The one here with me or the boss at the office?
I’m brought out of my thoughts when His hand moved down my throat, lining as if taking in every detail, and I wanted him to see more, to own me, even though I was his already.
All his touches make me crave insanely.
“I want you.”
My eyes burned as I stared at his handsome face, which stared at me like he wanted every part of me.
And that’s one thing I have started to notice with Theodore. With him, every part of me felt valuable.
His hand moved down to my stomach, and my breath hitched at every trail of his touch. Then he stopped and stepped down from the bed, turning his back to me as he moved towards the wardrobe.
The muscles of his back moved with each step, the sleeping snake tattoo lying beautifully against his back skin. The black office pants he wore sat on his waist.
Now that I think of it, the weather was pretty bright to be morning. Had he stepped out before?
But there was no shirt in sight.
He opened the wardrobe, his action careful as if I wasn't sitting, waiting for him nakedly.
“What are you tak…” I stopped as he brought out a red piece of clothing.
Of course it was it. My brows furrowed.
“Do you have to blindfold me? I don't want to.” I muttered, but loud enough for him to hear.
I didn't like it, being blindfolded. I wanted to see him. See how he looks while he enters me. I have thought of it so many times.
He walked back to the bed, climbing to sit before me. “Yes, Selena. I have to.” His eyes were empty now, the amusement gone.
“Why?” I asked. “Why do you have to blindfold me? I want to see you.” My face lowered as I looked at him, searching my eyes.
He licked his lips and sighed, his brows tightened. Was he frustrated with me? He looked like he was.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, our eyes locked. But he shook his head.
“I have my reasons, Selena. I’ll share them with you later.” He raised his brows.
I nodded. But how long was it going to be? Why won't he say what it was for?
“Now turn, and kneel on the bed.”