Chapter 88: Sex with Theron
WARNING! THIS Chapter IS A MISTAKE AND DOESNT ALIGN WITH THE PREVIOUS Chapter
He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, Ave."
He turned and walked toward the door.
Her chest tightened at the thought of being alone in the quiet room with her thoughts.
"Wait," she said.
He stopped but didn’t turn.
"Stay with me," she said. Her voice softened. "Tonight."
Theron turned slowly, studying her. "I could stay," he said. "But I can’t promise we’ll only talk." A corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
She met his gaze without hesitation. "Do whatever you want with me, Theron."
Something shifted in his expression. The restraint he’d been holding snapped. Theron crossed the room in seconds, his hands gripping her face as his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was intense, urgent, driven by days of tension and unspoken want. She responded instantly, her hands clutching his clothes as if grounding herself.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. "Are you sure you want us to do this tonight?"
"Yes," she breathed.
He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper. His hands slid to her waist, holding her close. She felt the solid warmth of him, the steadiness that made her feel safe even as her pulse raced.
They stumbled back toward the bed. He guided her down carefully, never rushing, never forcing. His touch stayed respectful even as the heat between them built.
When he finally lowered himself beside her, he rested his forehead against hers.
"I’m here," he said. "I’m not going anywhere."
She nodded, her fingers lacing with his. He leaned in again and kissed her. Aveloria didn’t hesitate; she bit on his lips, letting out a hungry moan.
Theron’s hands were everywhere at once, tugging at her clothes with urgent need. Aveloria gasped as the fabric of her top buttons popped open, exposing her full breasts. Theron buried his face between them, his stubble scratching against her sensitive skin until his lips found her nipples. His tongue sucked on the right nipple while his hands continued to roam.
She leaned up, fumbled with his zipper for a moment before he helped out and freed his manhood. It stood at attention, thick and ready. Aveloria got on her knees immediately. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, then slowly her hand pumped up and down.
"You have no idea how much I longed for this day to come again. I will fuck you all night long." Theron groaned.
Aveloria whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. She needed to feel his cock filling her. Her tongue swirled around his head, savoring the taste of him as her hand worked the base.
When his hips thrusted forward, she relaxed her throat, taking him deeper until her lips met the base. "Fuck! Fuck! You’re so good at this." Theron’s fingers tangled in her hair, urging her on with a deep growl.
Aveloria pulled back slowly, her mouth dripping with saliva, before diving back down on the cock. Theron pulled her off his cock when he felt that he was close.
He pushed her onto the bed, his hands rough and demanding as they grabbed her boobs. He climbed on top, his muscular frame hovering over her as he grabbed her legs.
"I’m going to fuck you till you have nothing else to think about than to call my name." Theron ground his cock against her pussy, dry humping her through her panties.
The friction made her whimper and arch her back. "I need you inside me, Theron. Please." She begged.
Theron hung her legs over his shoulder and removed her panties. He pushed his cock slowly as he grabbed her ankles. Aveloria moaned. Then he pulled out slowly.
"Beg me to fuck you, princess." He pushed in and out again. Slowly.
Aveloria moaned. "Fuck me...please." She grabbed the sheets.
"Good girl."
Aveloria gasped as he thrusted back into her pussy. This time, his stroke was even deeper and more deliberate. His strokes made her quiver, and his lips explored her legs as he fucked her.
He spread her legs, caressing her breasts before sliding down to rub her clit in firm circles. She moaned, savoring the sensation of the deep and fullness of his cock in her walls and his hands teasing her most sensitive spot.
Theron watched her, clearly enjoying the way she writhed and whimpered beneath him.
He leaned on her gently, pinned her hands over her head, and fucked her until she begged him to go faster. But he didn’t listen. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he pinned her hands with one strong hand. His other hand slid down her body, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as he began to thrust again.
At first, he kept the pace agonizingly slow, making her ache for more.
"Please fuck me harder! I need it!" She arched her back to fasten the rhythm.
He ignored her pleas, maintaining that same torturous rhythm. Aveloria writhed and strained against his hold, desperate for the brutal pounding fuck. She craved hardcore sex.
"Harder!" She begged breathlessly.
With a low chuckle, Theron gave in, moving his hips faster, ramming into her with an almost brutal force. She cried out in relief and ecstasy as he fucked her exactly how she wanted. Her walls clenched around his thick cock with each punishing thrust until she reached her point.
Galen walked down the corridor toward Aveloria’s chambers, his steps slower than usual. The day had been long, filled with patrols, reports, and arguments that never seemed to end. His shoulders ached, and his eyes burned with fatigue, but he still wanted to see her. Even if it was only to make sure she was resting.
As he neared her door, he slowed.
A sound reached him through the thick walls. Soft at first, then clearer. Aveloria’s voice. Low. Unmistakable.
Galen stopped completely.
His breath caught as the sounds continued, broken and breathless. His body reacted before his mind could stop it, heat rushing through him as his thoughts betrayed him. He wondered who was with her, though part of him already knew. The answer came moments later when a man’s voice followed, deep and familiar.
Theron.
