Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual

Theodore woke up to a comfortable warmth in his arms, his wife, Lydia was sleeping peacefully in his embrace so he opted to watch her instead of getting up, her face was serene and soft, she managed to be so close in his arms yet far enough that could watch her whole face, the plush lip he hunger to press his lips against as it is, her lash falling beautifully on her now red cheeks she has them flush on his chest, the proximity must have caused it, her hair is a full mess, she has so much hair he wonders what her thoughts would be about trimming it, he could do it for her, he paused with a frown, he doesn’t want anything happening to her beauty and the hair is a massive part of it, her hair stays he concluded, he would help her comb it instead, her chest is meeting him in a rhythm he wishes to keep, peace and love?

An amount of time that Theodore would call sad passed and she shifted, her lashes fluttering, threatening to open for the new day, he wished he could kiss them back to sleep but that’d only wake her up faster, between a rock and a hard place he settled to continue watching her, his Gooseberry waking up in his arms.

Her eyes fluttered completely open, the room was considerably dark yet she blinked repeatedly before sighing, her nostrils were immediately filled with the scent of him, her husband, her forever, she smuggled closer but felt him press against her thighs, something hard and warm, a shaft, she thought press against her, making her freeze, this is supposed to have happened sooner but she couldn’t be any happier that he is giving her time to adjust and become comfortable with the deed. She shifted intending to leave the bed, the room had thick and dark curtains so light always found it tasking to penetrate but her body clock told her it was already morning and the day should start now, his arm was a strong barricade holding caged as she tried to move.

"Don’t leave yet" he purred pulling her into him when she tried to leave the bed.

She giggled "Theo, the maids" Her muffled voice came from his chest before she raised her head all scattered hair and smiled to gaze at him.

"They work for us" he pointed out gruffly

"That does not stand to shield our irresponsibility if we stay late"

"My responsibility right now is to you" he growled and just like that stealthily pounced on her, his right arm drawing her face in, he feasted on her lips, the kiss was hot and urgent, pulling the remnants of sleep Lydia had out of her, with regained energy she returned the fire in his kiss, their lips dancing in a rhythm only two angry humans can dance. This kiss is anything but gentle and as slow as the first, Theodore is devouring her lips with a passion only a starved man would portray on a portion of delicious food, his upper lip sank into her mouth while he drew her lower lip into his, all tongues and affection his hand move from her neck tracing a line with his index through her spine and when he got to her butt cheek he squeezed it and pulled her closer with it, she gave a sound that sounded like a sigh and a whimper consequently bringing him to the edge and sending him out of the frenzy with his eyes opening, he slowly plus back, dropping several small kisses on her lips and nose he snuggled her closer again with a growl.

Lydia woke up with a groan as she stretched her limbs like fragile happiness, she looked around the room and the knowledge of being alone did not set right in her mind, she had insisted they left the bed earlier but Theo refused and had stylishly lured her back to sleep and now he generated an audacity to leave her in bed alone while he goes out earlier, deep inside she could only blame her sleepy self, his arms were just so perfect.

She dragged out of bed and into a new day, her soft cold feet took her around the space as she got prepared for the day without the help of an employed, her hair didn’t look like it needed the solo work morning.

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