She glanced at the silvery scars running down his ribs, a reminder of how her uncle had tried to take his life. Indeed,they only proved that the monsters in the world weren’t always disfigured and cruel.
“Ye’re starin’,” Theo noted as he kneeled before her and pulled her shoes off her feet.
“So what if I am? I can do that, ye ken.”
“Is that right?” Theo drawled, his hand slipping under her dress.
She let out a little gasp as his fingers curled around her calf.
“I am the lady of the house, am I nae?” she asked breathlessly, before his fingers slid inside her.
“Aye, that ye are, and it’s me pleasure to serve ye,” Theo said, pressing a kiss to her feet.
“I want ye, me love,” she whimpered.
His fingers slid deeper into her, as if there were more to explore.
“Then lean back and close yer eyes,” Theo whispered. “And let me love ye.”
The End?