The Crown's Obsession

Music Recommendation: Together Again- Stephen Rennicks

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Lucy didn't know how much time had passed, but both hers and Theodore's body was covered in a sheen of sweat as their bodies moved on the bed. Every thrust of Theodore had her go to the edge of the cliff as if she was standing with the tip of her toes while waiting to jump off the cliff.

The feeling she felt was incomparable and out of this world.

Gasps and m.o.a.ns escaped her lips, the room filling with their sounds as Theodore filled her.

Her lips called his name with every touch of Theodore, and all she could think right now was him, who was in her arms. Like Theodore, she looked at his expression that was filled with desire. Her hand moved from his shoulder to place it on his jaw.

In time, Theodore leaned towards her to kiss her lips. He stole everything that belonged to her, the first being her heart and the last being her breath.

She gave him everything, and he took it from her without a doubt, stealing everything so that he could keep her safe with him.

"AH!" a m.o.a.n came out of Lucy's lips when Theodore hit the spot while he thrusted his h.i.p.s back and forth. Her heart rate had spiked up, and he hit it again to elicit another m.o.a.n from her, which sounded the sweetest in his ears.

Lucy's hand went back to his shoulder, pulling him closer in a way where her fingernails dug into his back, marking him the way he had marked her. Watching Theodore's love and l.u.s.t-filled raw expression had her heart squeeze and her toes curl. In a few seconds, her body trembled before she came undone with Theodore holding her in his arms.

Her body turned slack, her b.r.e.a.s.ts moving up and down with her back arched while her head was thrown back.

Theodore himself had stepped into a different kind of high, and when his senses returned to the room, he saw Lucy, who looked dazed with her lips parted and her body humming. Bringing his hand forward, he traced his finger from the column of her neck to travel down between the valley of her b.r.e.a.s.ts and then downwards to her stomach that trembled at his touch.

Her pale skin had turned pinkish-red because of his teeth and hands. He pulled himself out before lifting her in his arms.

Lucy's body followed his direction, moving along with him as he sat upright. She wrapped herself around his body, putting her hand around him while letting her face rest on one of his shoulders. Theodore held her closely, not letting her go and holding her in his arms as he patted the back of her head.

There was a smile on his lips, to think that the princess was finally his. They had gone three rounds straight without a break, and it must have tired her, he thought in his mind.

"Do you want to sleep?" Theodore asked her, his voice soothing her spent body.

Lucy had a small smile on her lips. Her eyes were closed as she relished the moment of their love-making that was everything she had imagined it to be and maybe more.

"No," she whispered to him before pulling away from his embrace so that she could look into his eyes.

Her husband was handsome, with sharp features and demeanour that he liked to hide behind the golden frames. Somewhere, she understood why Samuel was insecure in front of Theodore's presence, and one side of her lips pulled up.

Theodore broke her thoughts by saying, "Would you like to go another round?" and when her eyes widened, a hearty chuckle escaped from his sinful lips.

Lucy knew she wouldn't be able to handle another round of love-making with him. The chances of her falling asleep because of tiredness was possible, and she didn't want their first time together to end up like that.

Both her hands had come to rest on Theodore's face, her fingers tracing his features, "Bath?"

"Bath it is," responded Theodore, picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bath, and he joined in.

Theodore helped her take a bath, pouring water on her shoulder and his hands gently moving across her shoulders whilst he had her back leaning against him.

The water felt cold, and Lucy sighed, feeling Theodore massage her shoulders, "Your hands feel good," she hummed in appreciation.

"I am glad that you like them," replied Theodore from behind her.

Lucy felt like she had returned to being a princess again, maybe a Queen. That's right, thought Lucy to herself. With Theodore next to her, who treated her with care and respect, offering himself with love, she doubted her life could get any better. This moment that they shared felt right.

"The day seems to have come and gone too quickly," murmured Lucy, thoughtfully.

The wedding day had felt so far, and then near, and now that it was over, it felt like it had finished too soon. She was happy that Madeline had extended the wedding time at the church by getting the painter to get a portrait done of everyone in it. With everyone together, it felt good.

"Is there something you would like to do?" asked Theodore, his hand moving to the mug to fill water in it before pouring it on Lucy's body.

She shook her head, "I want to spend time with you. That is more than sufficient for me," she smiled at him.

Theodore leaned his head and kissed her bare shoulder, "I am more than happy to comply with your wishes."

Turning around, she took the mug from Theodore's hand to fill it up and pour the water on him so that she could wash him too. How strange and funny, thought Lucy to herself. An angel and a devil had come to attend their wedding.

"It seems like you have a grandfather now," said Theodore while taking a scoopful of water in his hand and pouring it on her neck and noticed the love bites he had given her.

"I am excited," beamed Lucy. "He doesn't seem as bad as people talk about him."