Then, once more she was up off her feet, and Theo carried her through the archway to the four poster bed. At first Fleur thought he was going to waste no time and simply throw her onto the mattress. Then he placed her delicately on her feet beside the bed and his hands came down to unfasten the lacings at the front of her dress. Instinctively, her hands moved to the fastenings of his suit jacket. Their wedding clothes were way more ostentatious than anything they would normally wear and by the time they had managed to strip each other down to their undergarments Fleur was hot and flustered with desire.
Theo grabbed the golden crown that sat atop his head and discarded it onto a nearby armchair before reaching for the coronet on Fleur’s head. “May I?”
She nodded, unable to speak and leaned her head slightly forward to allow Theo to remove the gold from her head. Her coronet joined his crown and in the next moment she felt her hair falling, cascading down over her shoulders as if he had expertly removed all the pins.
“That’s better,” he commented, running his fingers through her hair to untangle the twists. Fleur groaned with pleasure and as if he enjoyed it, Theo began to massage the soreness from her head where the pins had been digging in all day. “Let me take care of you.”
A few moments later he had gripped her hips again and was urging her around to face her back to him. At first she was disappointed until she felt him begin to tug on the fastenings of her corset.
“I want to feel every inch of you,” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his hands beneath the open corset to peel it away from her flesh. Fleur gasped when she felt his hands cup her breasts. His thumbs and forefingers gently squeezed her nipples and she felt a shot of desire run down into her stomach, not stopping until it began to pool between her thighs.
Unable to control herself any longer, she twisted in his arms and brought her mouth up to kiss him, reaching down between their hot bodies to cup his manhood through his underwear.
“You have made me wait a long time for this, my queen,” he growled, his voice hitching a little when she squeezed him firmly. Fleur’s entire body tingled at his words.
“I will never get used to you calling me that,” she whispered.
“You are going to have to,” Theo responded. “You are my queen.”
Before she could respond, he grabbed hold of her buttocks and pulled her up into his arms. Instinctively, her wings fluttered and her arms and legs wrapped around him.
It was then that he walked to the edge of the bed and pushed back the sheer drapes that protected her porcelain skin from bugs during the night.
Fleur could not hold back the squeal that erupted from her lips as she was thrown down onto the mattress.
Theo knelt between her thighs and ordered, “Give me your hands.”
“My hands?” Fleur scowled at him but seeing the firm expression on his face she lifted her hands and held them out to him.
She was surprised when he gripped her wrists and forced her arms up above her head.
“You’ve been in control since our engagement,” he growled into her ear before beginning to trace kisses down her neck. “Now it's my turn. Don’t move.”
Fleur’s stomach clenched with excitement and anticipation.
When his kisses continued down her body Fleur’s stomach flipped with surprise. His lips paused only to suck each of her nipples into his mouth before continuing down, trailing kisses down her stomach. His tongue lapped delicately around her navel and she quivered uncontrollably beneath him.
Then his hands gripped her thighs, forcing them open further than before. At first it was uncomfortable but the moment Theo’s head landed between her thighs, she found herself forgetting all about it.
His hands continued to hold her thighs open, his tongue touching—feather light at first—her most intimate area. A knot of pleasure tightened and tightened in her stomach as he expertly worked her body toward climax. Her hands tingled with the urge to reach down and grip his head but she remembered his order not to move and instead gripped the bed sheets to stop herself.
When her climax finally came she was totally at his mercy, unable to do anything but scream and writhe beneath him as he kept her pinned, urging the climax from her with the warmth and softness of his tongue.
Fleur lay spent on the mattress, unable to move when Theo finally released her thighs and returned to hover over her. His smile suggested that he knew exactly what he had just put her through.
“Are you satisfied?” he asked, his voice practically a purr. She could see from his face that he already knew the answer but she nodded anyway, too out of breath to speak.
“Well, it isn’t over yet,” Theo growled deep in his throat. “Now it’s my turn. Keep those hands right above your head.”
Fleur watched him as he knelt up and removed his boxer shorts. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head when she was once more reminded of the size of him. Every inch of his body was perfect from his chiseled abdomen to his rock hard manhood.
“Don’t worry,” he said as if he saw the startled expression on her face. “You’ve managed it before and I promise, I’ll be gentle.”
The urge to reach up and grab him was almost uncontrollable. She wanted to pull him down on top of her and feel his warm flesh against her own.
Still panting, she pleaded with her eyes, arching her back against the bed like a feline in heat.
When he finally came down on top of her, Fleur felt his hand slip between her thighs. He stroked the soft folds of her pussy gently before gripping his cock and easing it gently inside her.