The deep red of her lips formed a seductive smile, adding to the irresistible charm she exuded.
Theodore’s gaze roamed over her, captivated and spellbound by her beauty. "Sexy," he mumbled in a daze.
Bella’s face heated up at his compliment. She lowered her head, chewing on her lip. With a playful smirk, Theodore swept her off her feet, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her toward the bed. He lowered her onto the soft mattress with a deliberate, teasing slowness.
"You look just like a sex goddess in this dress," he whispered as he traced the outline of her body. His touch was deliberate, igniting sparks wherever his fingers lingered. Theodore savored every moment and reaction as he lost himself in the intoxicating allure of Bella’s presence.
Theodore’s lips followed the path his hands had traced, worshipping her with a reverence that made her heart race, driving her to the edge of desire.
"You make me crazy for you," he murmured against her skin, "urging me to claim you."
The tension between them built. Bella arched her body toward him in response to his touch. She looked at him with anticipation as Theodore leaned over her, his breath warm against her face.
"I am not myself when you are with me. You make me lose all control." His lips found hers, but just as she deepened the kiss, he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire yet filled with a playful glint.
"Why be impatient?" he teased. "We have a long night ahead."
His hands began to explore her body with deliberate tenderness, his touch teasingly light, brushing over her most sensitive spots but never staying long enough to satisfy her growing need. Each caress left Bella aching for more, her breath catching in her throat as he trailed soft, fleeting kisses down her neck.
"Theodore," she whispered with a mix of need and frustration, her body yearning for him. She reached for him, desperate to pull him closer, to feel his warmth against her, but he caught her wrists gently, pinning them above her head.
His grin was mischievous, sending a rush of heat through her. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "Patience, my love. I want it slow tonight."
Theodore began his exploration with a slow, deliberate touch, his fingertips barely grazing Bella’s skin, as if he was savoring every inch of her. He started at her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve with a featherlight touch that made her shiver. His fingers traveled with maddening slowness down her arms, circling her wrists before drifting back up.
His lips traveled the length of her body, lingering just out of reach of where she wanted him most. Bella squirmed beneath him, her body instinctively straining toward his touch, desperate for more, but he held back, teasing her with light caresses and soft kisses, always pulling away just as she thought she could relish the sensation.
The tension in Bella mounted, every nerve in her body alight with a desire that Theodore expertly stoked but never fully satisfied. Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps as he continued his slow, torturous exploration of her body, drawing out every ounce of longing, making her crave his touch more with each teasing gesture.
"Theodore!" she whispered his name again, this time with a desperate plea.
Theodore smiled in response, the heat of his breath sending another shiver through her. He seemed to revel in her frustration, in the way she responded to his every teasing touch.
His hands found the hem of her dress, and with deliberate slowness, he began to lift it, inch by inch, revealing the soft skin of her thighs. He paused, his gaze flicking up to meet hers, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he watched her reaction. Bella’s breath caught in her throat, her body already aching for more, but Theodore seemed in no hurry.
As Theodore slid the fabric higher, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing her knee in the gentlest of kisses, sending a shiver through Bella’s body. He trailed his kisses upward, igniting a new wave of heat within her. When he finally reached her inner thigh, he paused, so close to where she yearned for him most, yet still holding back, teasing her with his restraint.
His hands moved upward along her sides, his thumbs brushing the sensitive underside of her breasts, making her moan. But instead of continuing, he retreated, his touch lingering on her waist, then her hips. His touch was everywhere, yet nowhere she desperately wanted it to be.
His lips hovered just above hers, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath but far enough that she couldn’t close the distance without his permission. The tension between them was electric as he held her in suspense, watching her with a teasing glint in his eyes.
"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze taking in the flush of her skin, the way her lips parted slightly, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed shallowly.
Her body betrayed the intensity of her need.
Finally, his lips descended toward hers, but instead of claiming her mouth as she expected, he kissed the corner of her lips. He continued his teasing kisses along her jawline, down the curve of her neck, and across her shoulders, each kiss soft and fleeting, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Bella’s hands clutched the sheets beneath her, her body arching toward him, desperate for him to give her the satisfaction she craved. But Theodore remained in control, savoring every moment of her anticipation, drawing out the pleasure with a patience that was both maddening and intoxicating.
When his hands found her breasts, he cupped them gently, his thumbs tracing delicate circles around her nipples. The light pressure made Bella gasp. He continued this teasing, his touch driving her to the brink of madness.
Bella’s body was a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. She tried to guide his hands, to urge him to give her the release she craved, but Theodore held firm, his touch unyielding in its teasing. He wanted to take his time, to make her feel every second of his attention, every inch of his love for her.
"Why are you torturing me like this?" she breathed out in frustration. "Please..."
She reached for him, trying to wrap her arms around his neck, to pull him closer, but he gently pressed her hands back down, interlacing his fingers with hers, holding her in place.
"Kiss me," she demanded, looking at him hungrily.
His resolve softened at her words. "How can I not fulfill your desire?" With a hungry growl, he obliged, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, letting out the desire he had been holding back.
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