Chapter 801: Loving you- Part 2
Theodore hadn't done anything to her that warranted her to blush furiously, but the way he looked at her, she knew she was going to find it out soon. He finally removed the deceiving glasses he had been wearing, and in less than a second, the glasses disappeared in thin air.
Being a demon, he had a few tricks of his own.
Looking down, he caught the hem of her dress before getting inside. Lucy turned even more red by his action. She was glad that this was not done in front of everyone because she doubted she would be able to stand still without fainting out of embarrassment. Vampire's had a fancy life, but it was humans who celebrated it like no other with joy when it came to the weddings.
"Theo?" Lucy called his name while he had gone under her dress. A quick gasp escaped from her lips, and her hands clutched itself on either side of her dress when she felt Theodore's hand on her ankle.
This was too sinful good even for her to handle, thought Lucy to herself. She had never done something like this before, nor had she seen. It would have been easier to know what Theodore was doing, but her gown covered him.
"I was right in not having your garter given to someone else," she heard Theodore speak to her, and she could feel heat pooling between her legs.
Theodore was bold, way too bold and even though they had not been together, she had peeped during the times he had flirted with women. His words were enough to have a woman willingly drown for him.
When she had entered the room, she had already removed her shoes, and she now stood with her stockings that reached until her mid-thighs where the garter had tried to secure it.
Her eyes closed automatically when she felt his hand trail from her ankle up to her thighs, but he didn't pull the garter from her, which was made of fanciful ribbons. All it took was one pull to have it come undone. Instead of pulling it with his hand, Theodore moved closer, and Lucy's eyes flew open on feeling his mouth on her skin near her thigh.
A small m.o.a.n escaped from her lips, and an uncontrollable shiver ran down her body.
Lucy bit her lip so that the m.o.a.n would not escape her lips, at least not that loudly to her ears. As his lips traced her skin where the garter had been tied, her toes curled, and she tried to make sure her knees didn't give away. She flinched when he bit into her skin, that left her only more excited.
He finally pulled the ribbon with his teeth before stepping out of Lucy's gown.
On seeing the garter in his hand, Lucy cleared her throat, "The tradition is complete now," she said.
When Lucy started to walk towards the other side of the divider, Theodore caught hold of her hand, "You don't have to go there," he said, believing she was going to take a bath. His demeanour that was polite and gentle had started to wither away. The way he looked at her, it stirred something deep within her.
"I was going to change my clothes," replied Lucy. "To something much easier one to remove..." she added with her cheeks turning red.
On hearing her words, Theodore's eyes softened, but the intensity in them didn't reduce, "That won't be necessary. No point in wearing something when it is only going to be discarded in a few minutes," he said to her.
Lucy felt her hand being tugged back to join him, and she followed him like a moth that was attracted to the flame. He moved behind her, pulling the strings of her wedding gown one after another where the corset had been tied. Once the top layers of her gown had pooled at her feet, Theodore said,
"Sit down," his words were sweet to her ears, his voice and actions bewitching her while the old memories of being touched had started to wash away from her mind.
Theodore watched Lucy listen to every word that came out of his mouth as if he had put a spell on her. With only her stockings and shift covering the white underwear that she wore beneath it, he could feel his fingers wanting to clench, but he tried to keep a calm composure.
The emotion reminded him of the time in the past when the King had asked him how it felt when he looked at something cute or beautiful. Though it wasn't Lucy's first time, her delicate features continued to hold the innocence in her. He would offer her everything she would ask, in every way possible, thought Theodore to himself. He pushed her shift up to her thighs, his eyes falling on her pale legs.
Before Theodore removed it, he looked up at Lucy, who was intently looking at his hands, "May I?" he asked her.
"Yes," whispered Lucy, and Theodore effortlessly removed the stocking from one of her legs before removing the other leg's stockings along with the garter.
Lucy felt his fingers trail from the top to her ankles before the smooth material was discarded away from her ankles.
On seeing Theodore stand up, Lucy stepped in front of him. It wasn't just Theodore who had been waiting but also her. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling her heart continue to beat loudly, but she didn't care about it.
She had loved him for so long, wanting to stay near him and wanting his attention only on her and no one else, and now that she had it, Lucy was scared that it was too good to be true.
Theodore leaned forward to kiss her forehead, "Something worries you. What is it?" he asked her in a whisper, pulling back from her and placing his finger below her chin so that he could take a look at her.
Lucy put her hands around Theodore's neck while raising herself on her toes.
Theodore smiled at her action, and he wound his hands around her waist, holding her safely in his arms.
"All these days, it feels like I have been dreaming. Somewhere I am scared that it will be taken away from me. I don't want to lose you," she murmured.
"You won't lose me, Lucy. I won't let that happen to us, not again," he promised.
When they pulled away, Theodore kissed her forehead, "You are being blessed for being good and it is your goodness that has brought me luck and happiness. So believe it when I say this is not a dream and that it will forever stay like this. It is your time to be happy, Lucy."
Lucy nodded her head, and she slowly unbuttoned his vest and then his shirt, pushing the fabric away from his shoulder, and it slid down to fall on the ground.
She placed the palms of her hand on Theodore's chest, the shyness drifting away from her as she tried to explore his upper body. Her fingers traced the shape of the muscles, hearing the rise in Theodore's heartbeat, and it fluttered her heart, knowing the effect she had on him.
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