The Unspoken Vow
The intimacy that had begun in the garden continued, moving into the sanctuary of Olivia’s bedroom. After their second climax, Theodore had regained a shred of his composure, but he had no intention of stopping this ecstatic, ruinous act.
He roughly adjusted his disheveled attire, then scooped up Olivia—who was draped only in a tattered, thin silk slip—and wrapped her tightly in his coat.
They moved through the shadows of the estate in total silence. Even while walking, they were forced to stop several times, unable to resist the urge to share deep, desperate kisses.
The moment he shut the door to Olivia’s room, he threw her onto the bed with a look that bordered on madness. He didn't even have the presence of mind to remove his outer coat or clear away the garment beneath her; he simply lunged at her.
He tore away the rags that were once her clothing and forced her legs apart. Seeing the pale, pearlescent fluid that had turned pink, oozing from her swollen, throbbing folds, he let out a low, guttural curse.
He buried his face between her thighs without a second thought. He didn't feel a hint of disgust—or perhaps, he was simply incapable of it.
He only wanted to claim every hidden part of her. Had he been even a fraction more cruel, it would not have been strange for him to tear her flesh apart just to plant his seed deep within her. Yet, his lips and tongue, as they touched her, were infinitely cautious and tender.
"Theo, don't do that.... Mmm."
Olivia tried to push his head away, but it was a request he could not grant. He used his tongue to part her labia, his lips closing around her clitoris, which was engorged and flushed with blood.
Her groin smelled of a heady, carnal scent mixed with the faint, soapy aroma of her skin. The combination of smell, taste, and touch turned Theodore’s mind into a chaotic, molten mess.
He knew he was reputed to be a man of temperance. In truth, he had always despised those who were enslaved by their own lust.
But that was not because he was truly ascetic. It was because he could not tolerate the thought of himself being consumed by such a wretched, filthy desire.
And now, he could no longer hide it.
"Hah, ah..."
She let out a faint moan, her legs twitching as if to resist. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, and swirled his tongue against her, slick with saliva. Her hands, clutching his hair, trembled violently.
He gently caressed her swollen entrance with his finger before sliding it inside. The narrow passage, filled with his own semen and her nectar, was searingly hot and damp.
"Theo, Theo.... Ah, hah, mmm!"
As he stretched her open and obsessively sucked at her clitoris, Olivia gasped for air, her body convulsing.
It wasn't that she was unfamiliar with physical pleasure. For decades, her body, her reactions, and her sensations had been dissected and laid bare. Ezekiel had tried to tame her with pleasure time and again, and for one reason or another, she had even accepted it herself.
But this was the first time she had been held by someone she truly desired. Theodore wanted her. That realization alone brought on a rapture so intense that even the pain of the past faded away.
"Please, Theo, mmm!"
She wanted to pull him closer, but Theodore refused to lift his face from her groin until she reached her peak.
"Hng, hhh...!"
Forced into a climax, Olivia sobbed.
Feeling the strength drain from her body, Theodore finally lifted his head. Half his face was a mess, smeared with the fluid she had released. Olivia looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, spreading her arms and drawing her knees up, exposing her most intimate self to his gaze.
It wasn't enough. She wanted to be held. She wanted to be filled by him. She wanted to overwrite every lingering, unwanted memory of pleasure with this moment shared with him.
Theodore’s expression shifted. He climbed over her, withdrew his throbbing, rigid member, and drove it straight between her legs.
"Ah...!"
Perhaps because the path had already been cleared, the second entry was effortless. Her narrow walls tightened, moving as if to push him out, but he easily overcame her resistance.
"Hah, ugh...!"
"Via, Via."
He groaned her name, grabbing her waist and pulling her toward him.
It was only then that they could kiss again. He lowered his head, slowly licking her lower lip, and gently bit down on her mouth.
Smack.
A wet sound echoed between their lips. With their most sensitive and delicate parts pressed together, he slowly began to explore her body.
He traced her slender shoulders and the line of her neck with his fingers, carefully caressing her breasts. Each time he did, Olivia’s lips trembled.
He moved his hands slowly, as if studying exactly when she would flinch or when her body would shiver. Instead of kneading her painfully, he touched her lightly, flicking the hardened tips of her nipples, which drew a thin, fragile moan from her throat.
"Mmm, ah..."
She reached under his arms, pulling him against her back. It was such a simple gesture, but the sensation of her hands and the feel of her body against his made Theodore’s heat surge.
He thrust his hips forward once more, searching deeper into her.
"Ah, hhh, wait, just... a moment..."
Olivia whispered, pleading.
"Don't... move..."
Theodore thought he was exercising immense patience. In fact, it was Olivia who was moving on her own, rubbing against him.
Every time her soft, hot walls swallowed and tightened around him, he groaned like a beast. To ask him not to move while she did that was an impossible demand.
"Ah!"
Finally, unable to hold back, he pulled out slightly and drove himself back in with a heavy thrust. Olivia let out a sharp cry. Theodore grabbed her waist and hips as she tried to scramble up the bed, and began to move in earnest.
"Ah, ah! Theo, ah!"
His patience had reached its limit. Every time he moved with such ferocity, Olivia let out a sound that was nearly a scream.
Her insides, completely melted by the heat, could now accept every inch of him as pure pleasure. His thick head scraped against her walls, piercing deep. Each time he thrust, his groin collided with her tightly stretched entrance.
Fireworks exploded behind Olivia’s eyes. Her body, having already reached a peak once, was easily pushed toward an even higher summit.
"Ah, ah! Ah, hhh!"
"Hhh, Via, hhh."
Theodore pulled back once, then slammed himself into her as if to bruise every inch of her insides. Olivia’s body trembled violently. Overwhelmed by the stimulation, she didn't know what to do with her hands or feet.
She simply clung to him with her entire being, lifting her hips as if begging him to go deeper.
"Ah, ah! Theo, ahhh!"
And finally, at the very moment she reached her climax, Theodore held his breath and emptied himself deep inside her.
Olivia shuddered, her hands fumbling to clutch his back. Theodore let out a long, ragged breath, brushing his lips against hers.
What he tasted in that kiss was the sweet, heavy scent of her breath. They remained locked in a long, lingering kiss.
In that room, there was no past, no future—only the man and the woman in that singular moment.