Theo couldn't seem to fall asleep; every time he closed his eyes, her figure would materialise in his mind. And with each attempt at rest, the visions grew more intense: less clothing, more caresses, more mischievous smiles, more seductive than ever. He wondered if beneath those dresses lay freckles, if her skin would be as smooth as her hands, if her breasts would fit perfectly in his palms, how sensitive they would be to touch, and what her taste would be like in his mouth. He longed to trace every curve with his hands, to make her scream his name endlessly.
He desired her with overwhelming intensity; so smart, so beautiful, so full of life, his precious Eloise. So unique, so majestic, so... forbidden. The image of Eloise grew clearer by the day, increasingly impossible to ignore. His mind wandered in thoughts of undressing her slowly, each garment falling to the ground with a silky whisper, revealing more and more of her desired body. His lips imagined the journey across her skin, from her neck to her delicate ankles, every inch a promise of pleasure.
He imagined the touch of her skin, the way their bodies would intertwine, the heat emanating from their joined bodies. The thought of having her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight, the softness and firmness that took his breath away. Theo saw himself exploring every curve, his tongue tracing paths of desire on her skin, feeling her trembling sighs resonating in his chest.
He wondered how sensitive her nipples would be under his fingers, how they would harden at his touch, her body's reaction to feeling his mouth on them. He wanted to explore her, to know every reaction, every moan, every sigh he could elicit from her. His hands roaming her back, slowly descending to her hips, discovering every hidden corner of her body.
The taste of her mouth, sweet and tempting, the way her lips would part for him, releasing sighs of pleasure. Theo longed to lose himself in her kisses, each one deeper and more passionate than the last, feeling the connection between them grow with each passing second. Their tongues dancing in a symphony of desire, exploring each other, creating an indestructible bond of intimacy.
The need to hear her name on her lips, whispered between moans and screams of pleasure, was overwhelming. He wanted her to know how much he desired her, how much he needed her. The vision of Eloise moaning his name, her body writhing in pleasure beneath his, was a delicious torture he couldn't ignore. He imagined himself bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, again and again, each time deeper, each time more intense.
Eloise, with her brilliant intelligence and dazzling beauty, was an irresistible temptation. Her melodious laughter, her penetrating gaze, every gesture and movement were a call that Theo couldn't ignore. She was vibrant and charming, a combination that drove him mad with desire. Every encounter with her, every conversation, every furtive glance, fueled the fire burning within him.
But Eloise wasn't just an object of desire; she was an incredible woman, with a sharp mind and a passion for justice that inspired him. Her bravery in defending her beliefs, her unwavering determination, made her even more attractive in his eyes. She was forbidden, yes, but that very prohibition made her more desirable, a tempting fruit that he longed to taste.
In his dreams, Theo saw her surrender to him, without reservations, without fears. He imagined her naked and vulnerable, trusting him completely, surrendering her body and soul to him. He wanted to be the only one to know her that way, the only one to discover her secrets, to make her his in a way that no one else could. He desired to possess her, but also to be possessed by her, in an exchange of passion and desire that consumed them both.
Every night, these thoughts kept him awake, his body burning with unfulfilled need. He knew he shouldn't desire her, shouldn't dream of her in that way, but he couldn't help it. Eloise was a fire that burned him from within, a flame he couldn't extinguish. And as she continued to visit the print shop, as she continued to defy the norms of society, Theo knew that his desire for her would only grow, to the point of no return.
His awakenings were always the same: sweaty, with a tent in his pants, and sometimes with a white stain that evidenced his guilt. But he couldn't help it, she was too tempting, beautiful, and innocent. She often visited his shop, wearing dresses that accentuated her breasts in a way she surely didn't realize, but it wasn't just that. Sometimes, she came so close to him that he could feel her warmth, smell her delicate perfume.
Once, while they were eating cake, Eloise cleaned her fingers by sucking them into her mouth. That image was too much for him; he had to think about dead kittens and burning libraries to calm his excitement.
"Theo, are you okay?" Eloise asked, noticing his distraction. Her big eyes looked with an innocence that contradicted the fury of desire she provoked in him.
"Yes, of course," Theo replied, trying to control the tremor in his voice. "I was just... thinking about something."
"What were you thinking about?" she insisted, leaning towards him, her perfume enveloping him in a cloud of desire.
"It's nothing important," he said, looking away, feeling the heat on his face betraying him.
That night, the images in his mind were even more vivid. Theo found himself trapped in a daydream that completely engulfed him. He imagined how, with each button undone from her dress, Eloise's skin was exposed, inch by inch, under the dim light of the moon. His lips followed a path of fiery kisses, each touch eliciting soft and interrupted sighs that resonated like music in his ears. His mind tortured him with the softness of her skin, the firmness of her breasts under his hands, the sweet and tempting taste of her mouth. Every detail, every nuance of his fantasies repeated insistently, forcing him to wake up with an urgent need and a piercing guilt that consumed him from within.
It was becoming a daily torture. If she were any other woman, he would have conquered her without thinking twice, even taking her to the print shop, where he wouldn't mind if her skin got stained with ink. He would mark her body, making it clear to everyone that she belonged to him, just as he belonged to her. But Eloise wasn't any other woman. She was Eloise Bridgerton, the Viscount Bridgerton's sister. And he, though educated and with a decent job, was still a commoner, someone who shouldn't dare to desire a lady of her status.
Once again, Theo had intense dreams about Eloise and, knowing he had to get to work early, he was forced to relieve the tension quickly. He imagined Eloise completely naked, caressing her breasts with trembling fingers as she slid a hand between her legs, moaning his name in whispers laden with pleasure. He visualized her playing with her own fingers, three in particular, but his mind added that they were insufficient to fill her, and in his fantasy, Eloise begged Theo to help her, to fill her completely. His mind recreated every detail, every movement of her body, every expression of pleasure on her face, as the imaginary pleas of Eloise resonated in his ears, inciting him to a frenzy of desire.
With those imaginary pleas of Eloise resonating in his mind, Theo reached climax intensely, spilling himself into his hand with a force that left him panting. He felt the need for her more than ever, his body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure he had experienced. As he wiped his hand with a cloth next to his bed, a torrent of thoughts and emotions overwhelmed him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face, her lips parted, her eyes filled with desire.
The next morning, Theo tried to focus on his work at the print shop, but his mind kept returning to the dreams of the previous night. Eloise's arrival, with her ethereal presence, only increased his torment. When she entered, dressed in a delicate dress that accentuated her curves, Theo felt his heart beat faster. Her fragrance, a delicate floral scent, enveloped him and made him lose himself in his thoughts.
Eloise was his muse and his torment, a figure that represented both desire and prohibition. Every glance, every smile of hers plunged him into a whirlwind of emotions. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin under his fingers, hear her sighs of pleasure as he explored her. But he knew that these thoughts were inappropriate, that his place in society didn't even allow him to dream of such things.
Nevertheless, he couldn't help it. Every time he thought of Eloise, his fantasies intensified. He imagined her in his bed, their bodies intertwined, her skin against his, her moans filling the room. The need for her was overwhelming, a force he couldn't control. Theo knew he was playing with fire, that his desire for Eloise could lead him to ruin, but he couldn't stop. She was his obsession, his downfall, and with each passing day, his longing for her only grew stronger.
The day dragged on, every second a struggle against the impulses that dominated him. Theo immersed himself in his work, trying to distract himself, but his mind always returned to her. Every page he printed, every word he read, everything reminded him of her. Her skin, her lips, her voice. Eloise was the center of his universe, the sun around which all his thoughts revolved.
When night fell, Theo found himself alone in his room again, his body clamoring for the relief that only his fantasies could offer him. He closed his eyes and let his mind take him back to those imaginary moments with Eloise, his body responding instantly to the desire that consumed him. He knew these thoughts were dangerous, that they pushed him to the brink of madness, but he couldn't resist. Eloise was his passion, his addiction, and every night, he surrendered to that insatiable desire that completely dominated him.
The images in his mind were intensely vivid. He imagined undressing her slowly, her skin being exposed inch by inch under the faint light of the moon. His lips followed a path of fiery kisses, each touch eliciting soft and interrupted sighs that resonated like music in his ears. His mind tortured him with the softness of her skin, the firmness of her breasts under his hands, the sweet and tempting taste of her mouth. Every detail, every nuance of his fantasies repeated insistently, forcing him to wake up with an urgent need and a piercing guilt that consumed him from within.
It had been months since the last time he saw Eloise. Their fight had been a turning point. Since then, she hadn't returned to Bloomsbury. Rumors about her presence in places full of radicals had spread quickly, and Theo couldn't help but wonder if her brother, the viscount, had locked her in a tower to protect her reputation. Or perhaps, Eloise was simply avoiding those places out of caution.
Eloise's absence was a void that Theo couldn't fill. His nights were lonely, his desire for her growing with each passing day. However, his fantasies remained alive, fueled by longing and desperation. He decided to write a series of letters where he poured out all his fantasies with Eloise. He didn't sign them, they weren't addressed to anyone, they were just to deal with his problem. However, those letters became his biggest problem, a dangerous secret that consumed him more and more.
In his letters, Theo described in detail how he wished to have Eloise by his side, in his bed, feeling her warm skin against his. He imagined how his fingers would explore every curve of her body, eliciting moans of pleasure that only he could hear. He visualized his lips finding every sensitive spot, driving her to the brink of madness with each kiss. Every word written was a release, a way to express what he couldn't say out loud.
One of his letters said: "Eloise Bridgerton, if only you could know how much I desire you, how every night my mind fills with thoughts of you. Imagining your soft lips tracing my skin, your trembling hands exploring my body. The sound of your voice whispering my name as you give yourself completely to me. You are my passion, my obsession, and I can't help it."
Another letter detailed his deepest fantasies: "I imagine you in my room, your dress sliding slowly down your body until you are completely naked. My hands caress your breasts, feeling their firmness, my lips trace your neck, slowly descending until they find the point where your sighs turn into moans of pleasure. I want to hear you say my name, how you surrender to me without reservation."
Writing these letters became a nightly ritual, a way to release his repressed desire. However, with each letter written, his longing for Eloise intensified, his desire became more insatiable. Words were not enough, he needed to feel her, to have her, to lose himself in her body.
One night, while writing another letter, Theo was completely carried away by his fantasy. He closed his eyes and imagined Eloise entering his room, her gaze filled with desire. He saw her approach slowly, her lips curved in a seductive smile. "Theo," she whispered, her voice as soft as silk. "I can't wait any longer. I need you."
Theo felt his body respond to the sound of her voice, his breath quickening. In his mind, Eloise came closer, her hands sliding over his chest, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. "I've wanted you for so long," she murmured against his lips, her hands roaming his body with an urgent need.
"Eloise," Theo responded, his voice hoarse with desire. "You are everything I've ever wanted. I need you more than I can express."
The fantasy continued, every detail more vivid, every touch more real. In his mind, Theo let himself be carried away by passion, exploring every corner of Eloise's body, hearing her moans of pleasure, feeling her skin against his. His hands moved with confidence, knowing every sensitive spot, every place that made her shudder.
"More, Theo," she pleaded, her eyes filled with desire. "Don't stop."
Theo obeyed, his body moving with an almost instinctive precision, every caress, every kiss, designed to bring her to ecstasy. He heard her moan his name, her voice full of pleasure, her body trembling beneath his.
When they finally reached climax together, Theo opened his eyes, reality hitting him hard. He was alone in his room, his body covered in sweat, his breath ragged. The need for Eloise was stronger than ever, his desire unfulfilled, his love unrequited.
The letters continued, each one more intense, more desperate. Theo knew he couldn't go on like this, that his obsession with Eloise was consuming him. But he couldn't stop. She was his muse, his downfall, and every night, he surrendered to that insatiable desire that completely dominated him.
Eloise, in her absence, remained the protagonist of his fantasies, the object of his desire. Every word written, every fantasy created, only fueled his passion further. Theo knew he was playing with fire, that his feelings for Eloise were dangerous for both of them. But he couldn't help it. His love for her was stronger than anything, and every night, he lost himself in his fantasies, his desire for her growing with each passing day.
In his mind, Eloise was perfect. Her smooth skin, her slender body, her lips full of promises. Every fantasy was a journey to a world where they could be together, where their desires came true. Theo knew those fantasies were just that, fantasies. But he couldn't stop dreaming, desiring, longing.
Every night, Theo surrendered to his passion, his love for Eloise filling his mind, his heart, his soul. And every morning, he faced reality, knowing that his love for her was an impossible dream. But he couldn't stop. Eloise was his muse, his inspiration, his downfall. And every day, his desire for her grew, his love became stronger, his obsession more intense.
The upside of living above his workplace was evident, especially on sleepless nights like that one. Theo silently thanked Mr. Harris for allowing him to reside in the storage loft above the print shop. When images of Eloise assaulted him in the darkness, he didn't have to worry about rushing to his job; he could simply indulge in his fantasies without having to deal with morning fatigue.
But that morning was different. Fatigue weighed heavily on his shoulders, a burden he couldn't shake off so easily. As he prepared for another day of work, he found himself struggling with an unexpected problem with his own writings about Eloise. On top of that, he had to coordinate the printing and distribution of religious manifestos for a wealthy writer, a task that, in his state of fatigue, seemed more tedious than usual.
Theo fetched his writing notebook, filled with his most intimate thoughts about Eloise, along with the shopping list, indicating the urgent need for more ink and thread to repair his worn-out trousers. The combination of tasks overwhelmed him, but he had to stay focused to avoid making mistakes.
As Theo immersed himself in his multiple tasks, his mind divided between work responsibilities and intrusive thoughts about Eloise. Printing the religious manifestos required his meticulous attention, as did drafting his own radical manifestos. Between each task, he allowed himself a few moments to enjoy the homemade stew offered by the kind innkeeper's daughter, whose tempting aroma filled the small room above the shop.
However, amidst this whirlwind of activities, Theo failed to perceive the error that was brewing. His mind, intoxicated by fatigue and repressed passion, slipped through the cracks of attention, allowing a slip-up to go unnoticed. Instead of dedicating himself exclusively to printing the religious manifestos, he found himself involuntarily engaged in an act of literary self-creation.
The letters addressed to Eloise, laden with his deepest longings and desires, inadvertently slipped between the pages of the religious manifestos, becoming confused in the printing process. With each turn of the press crank, the printed words brought Theo's intimate secrets to life, carrying with them his fervent devotion to the woman who tormented him day and night.
Having produced a considerable number of copies of each letter, Theo mechanically wrapped them, unaware of the erroneous nature of their contents. The packages, intended to be delivered by the young couriers, became unwitting vehicles of his most private thoughts, scattered through the city streets like seeds of a latent scandal.
Exhausted from physical and mental effort, Theo slumped into a nearby chair, his breathing heavy and his mind clouded by fatigue. Unaware of the chaos he had triggered with his inadvertent oversight, he sank into a deep and feverish sleep, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy dangerously blurred. While his body rested, the world around him prepared to face the consequences of his careless actions, unleashing a series of events that would change the course of his destiny forever.
In his restless dream, images of Eloise assaulted him once more, her ethereal presence filling the room with a sensual and tempting energy. The vision of her, naked on the printing press table, was so real that he could feel the warmth of her imaginary skin against his, the soft brush of her lips on his skin. "Please, Theo, I need you," she whispered in his mind, her voice resonating like a seductive echo that pulled him even deeper into reverie.
Eloise was quietly reading one of the books Theo had set aside for her. For the tenth time, she devoured every word, finding in those pages her only tangible connection to the young printer. They were so precious to her that she wouldn't allow anyone else to touch them; those books were hers, hers alone to read, touch, and embrace.
She couldn't stop thinking about the printer boy. She missed him terribly, and although she had formed a strange friendship with, God forbid, Cressida Cowper, with whom she could be heard talking about women's rights, it wasn't the same. Cressida wasn't Theo.
Definitely, Cressida wasn't Theo. With him, intellectual conversations turned into a dance of minds; his witty jokes made her laugh in a way that no one else could. Theo's beautiful eyes, his dimpled smile, and those strong arms and tall stature, which could completely envelop her, were the source of her wildest dreams. His large hands and warm breath against her lips and...
Eloise began to feel a sweet, persistent ache between her legs just from thinking about him. She had learned that every time her thoughts about Theo became intense, a blazing heat settled in her body, and that part of her anatomy that she didn't fully understand began to ache in a pleasurable way. She also discovered that if she touched and caressed herself, that pain would ease and transform into a wonderful sensation. And always, always, Theo was the spark that ignited that fire.
She remembered the first time she experienced that sensation. She was alone in her room, after a visit to the print shop. Theo had handed her a new book, one he knew she would enjoy. Their fingers brushed as he passed her the volume, and that night, as she read, her mind wandered to him. Unconsciously, her hand slid between her thighs, and the touch provided her with surprising relief.
Since then, it had become a nightly habit. Curled up in her bed with the blankets tossed aside, she let her mind wander to Theo. She imagined how his hands would feel caressing her skin, exploring every inch of her body. Her innocent yet curious mind painted vivid pictures of moments they had never shared but she longed for with all her being.
One night, the fantasy was more intense than ever. Eloise saw herself in the print shop, alone with Theo. The room was dark, illuminated only by candlelight. He looked at her with those eyes that seemed to see directly into her soul. Without saying a word, he approached her, his presence filling the space between them. His large hands settled on her waist, and the attraction between them became palpable.
"Please, Theo," she whispered in her mind, her voice an echo of the need she felt.
He didn't respond with words, only with actions. His fingers began to unbutton her dress slowly, each movement an act of worship. Eloise's skin tingled under his touch, a shiver running through her from head to toe. When the dress finally fell to the floor, Theo paused for a moment to admire her, his eyes filled with desire.
"I need you," Eloise insisted, unable to contain her urgency.
Theo responded by leaning towards her, his lips finding hers in a kiss that left her breathless. It was soft at first, exploratory, but quickly became more intense, more demanding. Eloise felt like her body was burning where he touched her, her skin craving more contact.
As the kiss deepened, Theo's hands roamed her body with a familiarity that made her tremble. His fingers traced lines of fire across her back, her hips, her thighs. Eloise clung to him, needing more, each caress a reminder of how much she desired him.
In her bed, Eloise mimicked those touches, her hands moving over her own body as she imagined Theo would. Her fingers brushed her breasts, sending waves of pleasure down her spine. She slid a hand between her legs, finding that source of heat and sweet pain. Each movement of her fingers brought her closer to the edge, her thoughts focused on Theo, on his hands, on his mouth.
The climax came with a force that left her gasping, her body trembling under the impact. In her mind, Theo was there, holding her, whispering words of love and desire to her. Even after the wave of pleasure subsided, Eloise was left with the sensation of his imaginary caresses, his name a constant whisper on her lips.
Every morning, Eloise woke up with the vivid memory of her dreams, her body still throbbing with the passion of the previous night. Daytime life was a constant struggle to maintain composure, to not let anyone perceive the effects of her obsession. But every night, in the privacy of her room, she surrendered to those thoughts, allowing herself to be carried away by the blazing desire she felt for Theo. And so it continued, day after day, night after night, trapped in an endless cycle of longing and satisfaction that only Theo, in her dreams, could provide.
That morning, Anthony's shouts abruptly pulled her out of her reverie. Her brother burst into her room unannounced, startling her. Behind him, entered Violet and Kate, followed by Colin and Benedict, who looked at her with expressions of astonishment. Eloise didn't understand what was happening. Anthony was shouting, unhinged, waving some letters and shouting again. Her mother, sister-in-law, and brothers tried to calm him down, but nothing worked, he was beside himself.
"Can you explain this to me?" Anthony shouted, throwing her the pamphlets. Eloise expected to find a piece written by Lady Whistledown, accusing her of some mischief, but to her surprise, they were passionate letters talking about her. She didn't understand their meaning.
"What is this? What does this mean?" Eloise asked, looking at her family, all remained silent, not knowing what to say.
"Eloise, do you want to explain this to me?" Anthony insisted, furious.
"I can't explain it to you because I don't know," Eloise retorted angrily. She picked up one of the writings, read it, and looked at her family. "What does org*sm mean?"
"Well, an org*sm is... you could say... I... I'd better keep quiet," muttered Colin, before receiving a smack on the head from Benedict.
Anthony was red with embarrassment and fury; he couldn't believe what was happening.
"That's not something you need to know about, Eloise," the viscount exclaimed scandalized, seeking support among his brothers, mother, and wife. He tried to snatch the letters, but Eloise was quicker and hid them under the blankets, out of his reach.
"Well, considering this person wants to take me to an org*sm, whatever that is, I'd say it does concern me," Eloise replied mockingly and fiercely. Anthony glanced at her one last time and, being the drama boy he was, stormed out slamming the door. "Try not to tear my door down next time."
Kate looked at her brothers-in-law and her mother-in-law thoughtfully.
"Benedict, Colin, go calm down your brother," Kate requested authoritatively, causing both boys to quickly leave, leaving the women alone. "Violet, given the circ*mstances, I think Eloise has the right to know about sex and everything it entails."
Violet sighed heavily. She didn't think she would have to explain about sex to another daughter yet.
"And perhaps, it's better if I explain it to her; I can better quench her curiosity," said the new viscountess with a smile. Violet looked at her and internally thanked her; she knew Eloise, and her questions were going to be scandalous. "You go help your sons calm Anthony down; they're probably failing."
Violet thanked her daughter-in-law with a shoulder squeeze and headed to calm her three sons, whose shouts could be heard from the second floor.
Kate sat next to Eloise on the bed, gently taking one of her hands.
"Eloise, there are things a woman needs to know at a certain age, and I think it's the right time for you," Kate began, with a soothing voice. "Sex is not just something done in marriage. It's a physical union that can happen with or without love, but when it's done with someone you love, it's a much deeper and more meaningful experience."
Eloise looked at her with wide-open eyes, fascinated and embarrassed at the same time. She didn't know exactly what to expect from this conversation, but she knew she was about to learn something very important.
"The org*sm, Eloise, is the climax of sexual pleasure. It's an intense and wonderful sensation experienced at the end of sexual intercourse," explained Kate, carefully observing how her sister-in-law tried to process all the information.
Eloise seemed to struggle with the words, but she finally gathered the courage to ask, "I sometimes feel weird down there when I think about Th... about someone, and when I touch it, it feels good, and after a while, it doesn't hurt anymore. Is that normal?"
Kate smiled warmly and understandingly, leaning a little closer to make Eloise feel safe and supported. "It's not something you should be ashamed of. It's a natural part of adult life and love. What you describe is a normal response of your body. When you think about someone who attracts you, your body can react in different ways, like feeling pleasure when you touch yourself."
Eloise let out a sigh of relief, feeling more comfortable with the conversation. "Sometimes I worry it's something wrong, but it's also something I can't help. Does that mean I'm destined to be with that person?"
Kate gently stroked Eloise's hand, creating a bond of trust and affection. "Feeling attraction and experiencing pleasure is completely normal, Eloise. It doesn't necessarily mean you're destined to be with that person, but it's a sign that your body is responding to your feelings. It's important to understand that pleasure and love don't always go hand in hand, although when they do, the experience can be deeper."
Eloise nodded, still pondering over what Kate was telling her. "So, is the org*sm something I should seek in a relationship?"
Kate smiled, acknowledging her sister-in-law's curiosity and honesty. "The org*sm is an important part of the sexual experience, but it's not the only thing that matters. What's most crucial is that you feel comfortable, safe, and loved. Intimacy is a journey, and each person experiences it differently. What really matters is that you feel good about what you're doing and who you're doing it with."
"And how do babies come?" asked Eloise, unable to contain her curiosity.
"Babies are conceived when the man deposits his seed inside the woman during sexual intercourse," explained Kate, being as clear as possible. "The seed fertilizes the egg in the woman's body, and thus life begins. It's a wonderful and complex process."
"But... what if this happens outside of marriage?" asked Eloise, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity about the strict taboos of the time. "If I do it outside of marriage with someone who isn't my husband, with someone I like? If I wanted Th... that person to want me in that way? Is it wrong?"
Kate looked at Eloise, understanding the internal struggle the young woman faced. With a gentle but firm voice, she responded, "It's a great risk, Eloise. In our society, having sexual relations outside of marriage can lead to dishonor and scandal. Social norms are very strict, and women suffer the most from the consequences."
Eloise lowered her gaze, feeling the weight of social expectations on her shoulders. "So, could I never be with someone I like, someone I desire, if I'm not married to him?" she asked, her voice laden with longing and frustration.
Kate squeezed Eloise's hand affectionately and continued, "It's not that simple. Although social rules are harsh, it's also important for you to understand your own feelings and desires. Don't forget that it's your body and your decision. The key is to do it with responsibility and love, and make sure the person you choose to share yourself with is worthy of that trust and commitment."
Eloise looked up, finding comfort in Kate's eyes. "But how do I know if it's true love? How do I know if I won't regret it afterward?" she asked, eager to understand better.
"True love is difficult to define, and each person experiences it differently. Sometimes, it's a certainty you feel deep within yourself, and other times it can be something that grows slowly over time," explained Kate, gently smiling. "It's important to listen to yourself, your desires, your fears, and to speak openly with the person you love. Communication and trust are crucial."
"And what if... what if I'm attracted to someone but I'm not sure about my feelings?" inquired Eloise, her voice a whisper filled with doubt.
Kate nodded, understanding the complexity of Eloise's emotions. "It's normal to have doubts, Eloise. Physical attraction and desire can be very strong, but it's crucial not to make hasty decisions. Take your time to truly get to know the person, to ensure there's mutual respect and affection. Don't feel pressured by what others might think."
Eloise sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and fear. "Thank you, Kate. You've helped me a lot to understand all this," she said, squeezing her sister-in-law's hand tighter, feeling a deep connection and gratitude.
Kate smiled, reflecting the affection and understanding she felt for Eloise. "I'll always be here for you, Eloise. Don't hesitate to ask me anything. We all have doubts and fears, and it's important to talk about them with someone we trust."
The two women hugged, sealing a bond of trust and love that united them even more. Kate, with her wisdom and patience, had helped Eloise navigate the complex waters of her emotions, providing the support and understanding she needed. From that moment on, Eloise knew she could always count on Kate, not only as a sister-in-law but as a friend and confidante.
Kate decided to leave Eloise alone to reflect on what she had learned and her feelings. The young woman got up, went to her desk, and began to analyze the passionate letters about her. Who could this mysterious man be? She hoped he wasn't another one of those stupid rich men who believed women should be at their disposal.
Eloise immersed herself in the reading, examining each letter carefully, searching for clues about the author's identity. From his words, she relaxed knowing he wasn't a man who believed himself superior because of his gender; in fact, he seemed to have a deep respect for women's freedom. Another thing she discovered was that she knew him, or at least had spoken to him.
This man not only desired her carnally but also emotionally and intellectually. He wanted an equal, and that excited her. Not because she wanted to marry him or have relations, but because she felt flattered to attract a man like him. However, none of that mattered, because no other man would be Theo.
She spent the whole day locked in her room, receiving meals brought by a maid. At one point, Anthony came in, apologizing for getting angry with her when it wasn't her fault.
"I'm sorry for waking you up screaming and shouting at you. Those letters are not your fault," Anthony muttered, putting aside his ego to apologize to his younger sister.
"It's alright, I understand why those letters are inappropriate, but not because it was me, but because they were public. But brother, I didn't know anything about sex until Kate told me, so I didn't understand what you were talking about," said Eloise with an uneasy smile, looking at her brother. "And that happened because no one tells us anything. I'm not bothered by this man's fantasies, I can't help it. And it seems he wants me for something more than just carnal, but it's up to me to accept it or not."
"You shouldn't be receiving this kind of perversion, especially not in such a public manner, but that's not your fault and I apologize for retaliating against you," murmured Anthony, serious, before sighing. "But you're right, you didn't know, and you can't change anything. But I need you to tell me every time a man like that approaches you with those intentions and makes you feel uncomfortable."
Eloise promised to do so. Although she believed she could defend herself, it was nice to have her brother helping her and trying to understand her more and more.
Then, Anthony noticed his sister's desk, with the letters and a notebook with a detailed analysis of each one. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for clues to uncover the man who has these fantasies about me. It seems we know each other, at least I've had some conversation with him. Clearly, he respects women and believes in their rights, so that should narrow down the list," explained Eloise, as she rummaged through the papers. "I haven't found the clue that tells me where I might have met him yet, but when I do, it'll be easier to narrow down names on the list. I've crossed out the obvious ones. No man who hasn't shown respect for my gender can be the possible mysterious man, which narrowed down the list a lot. That was really sad but not unexpected."
Anthony watched his sister with a mix of admiration and concern. She looked like a madwoman with her hair tousled, hands stained with ink, and wide-open eyes, immersed in her investigation.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," murmured Anthony, looking worriedly at his sister for her sanity. "I don't need to know the context, ignorance at this point is my best ally."
Anthony left his sister alone, immersed in her detective game. Eloise went back to analyzing every sentence, every word, searching for clues. That's how the entire day passed, until night fell upon her room.
One letter read: "I still have her forgotten glove, a white glove, made of the most delicate fabric, with lace that reached up to the little wrist of her hand, truly charming. When I'm deep in my thoughts, sometimes the idea of using it to pleasure myself arises, but then I remember that I can't taint the memory of her small and soft hands on this glove, and it passes."
In another letter: "When she wears her pretty blue dresses, I have the urge to rip them off her beautiful body and stain her with the ink of my hands. She looks so lovely in blue, she would look very beautiful against the sheets of my bed."
But the letter that hit the nail on the head to uncover the identity of the mysterious man was this one: "I still remember the last time, so beautiful, dressed in a cloak that seemed logical to hide her identity, but although she is very clever, she's somewhat foolish in these matters, it looked really expensive to go unnoticed, and when she left, I didn't want her to go. Her eyes were a sea of tears, I said things I didn't mean, but it was for the best, because she is forbidden. But if I had the chance, I would wipe the tears from her eyes and change the sobs of sadness for ones of pleasure."
Although the phrase "she is forbidden" was repeated in all the letters, at first, she thought it was because they couldn't fulfill their fantasies since they weren't married. But no, that wasn't it. Once confirmed, she decided to validate a little theory she had.
Some time ago, during a visit to Theo, she had forgotten a glove. She had completely forgotten about it, but she had kept the other glove in case she ever remembered to ask for it back. When she compared said glove, it perfectly matched the description given: soft, made of delicate white fabric, reaching up to the wrist, and with lace.
Ink, Theo always had his hands stained with ink. No matter how much he struggled to clean them, there was always a small trace of ink left. She was fascinated by that detail. More than once, he admitted that Eloise looked good in blue, that she was pretty in that color.
And the memory of that last time they saw each other, the cloak, the words, and the tears, it made sense. She was forbidden because they came from different classes, she was off-limits to him. But seeing him so in need of her drove her crazy. All his letters showed how much he desired her, how much he loved her, how much he needed her, the thirst he had for her.
Determined, Eloise knew she had to talk to him, to her Theo.
The night loomed over the house as Eloise, with her heart pounding, decided to end her search. She felt a mix of emotions, from burning desire to pulsating anxiety, but it all boiled down to one thing: she had to see him, she had to confront him and discover the truth for herself.
Eloise slipped quietly out of her room, making sure no one saw her. The hallway was shrouded in shadows, and her steps echoed softly on the wooden floor. Every corner of the house seemed to whisper its secrets as Eloise moved with determination.
"Eloise?" A voice sounded from the hallway, it was Kate, dressed in a robe. Eloise, dressed in a simple buttoned dress, was slowly putting on her shoes to avoid making noise that would give her away. Too late, because Kate had already discovered her. "Can you tell me what you're doing?"
Eloise tried to come up with a valid excuse that would make Kate believe her. "Looking for a glass of milk?" She said hesitantly, with a fake smile that was obvious miles away that she was lying.
"Are you asking me or telling me?" Kate raised both eyebrows, clearly skeptical.
"Telling you?" Eloise couldn't hide her nervousness.
"Are you very sure that's what you're doing?" Kate insisted, with an obvious amusem*nt on her face.
"How dare you doubt me, Kate? You hurt me." Eloise pretended to be offended by the question.
"Now, truthfully, where are you going?" The viscountess asked with a small amused smile. Eloise looked at her uncomfortably and guiltily. "Are you going to see that boy you have feelings for?"
"Will you stop me if I told you yes?" Eloise asked in a low voice, worried about her sister-in-law's reaction. Kate looked at her with a small smile, motherly stroking Eloise's cheek.
"Have you thought it through?" The elder asked with a smile.
"Yes. The boy I love is also my mysterious man," confessed Eloise with a lovesick and happy smile. "He loves me, the same way I love him. Not just carnally, but with love, as an equal. But I need him to tell me to my face, before doing anything else crazy. I need him to confirm it with his actual words and not by an impression that the entire high society has."
"Then you've decided. I won't stop you, and I can give you an alibi for a good while, but promise me you'll be careful," Kate requested. Eloise promised, and she ran to the servants' quarters, calling for John.
When the man approached, with a sleepy face and without the wig that covered his brown hair, he asked what she needed.
"I need you to take me to Bloomsbury, I need to see Theo," said the girl quickly, putting twelve shillings in his hands as payment for the ride. The man sighed slowly but accepted the money and prepared to take the girl where she wanted. "You're my favorite worker, even if you fleece me completely."
The man shared a playful smile with the girl, and they set off for the printing press. Upon arrival, Eloise was nervous; she didn't know how to face Theo. It embarrassed her, but at the same time, she was filled with desire.
Upon arrival, she told the Footman that he could leave and not worry about her, that she had everything sorted out with her family. Her sister-in-law Kate was helping her. The man, not very sure, followed his lady's orders, kindly asking her to take care.
"Thank you for everything, John. I never properly thanked you," murmured the girl, giving him a small kiss on the cheek as thanks. And she walked towards the printing press in search of Theo.
"That's what friends are for, Miss Eloise. We're friends, and even though sometimes you're a bother, I like helping you," said the employee, putting the twelve shillings back into her hands and running to the carriage before she could protest. Eloise was moved to see how many people cared for her and loved her.
She walked towards the printing press in search of Theo. And there he was, so tall, so strong, so handsome… and accompanied by a pretty girl who was smiling broadly at him, blushing and laughing at whatever Theo was saying. Eloise quickly hated that woman. Determined, she approached Theo and that girl with confident steps and a smile.
"Theo, hello," greeted Eloise softly. The boy turned to look at her quickly, with wide, round eyes of surprise.
"Eloise," said Theo, surprised but with a soft and pleasant voice. From the moment Theo knew her name, he said it in a way that made her melt, so seductive and charming.
"Hello, I'm Eloise Bridgerton, nice to meet you…" Eloise introduced herself with a smile that hid a lot of possessiveness and jealousy, noticeable only to the other girl, who felt intimidated by the Bridgerton.
"I'm Greta, Miss," the girl introduced herself, scared by the possessiveness in Eloise's voice.
"Nice to meet you, Greta. Theo, I'll wait inside until you finish your chat with Miss Greta. See you," said Eloise, as she bid farewell to the woman and patted Theo's chest, where his heart was.
Eloise entered the printing press, leaving Theo with the girl, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her body, a co*cktail of jealousy and desire consuming her. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and filled with the scent of paper and fresh ink, a mixture that had always been intoxicating to her.
While she waited, Eloise's mind couldn't stop going over the events of the past few days. The letters, the veiled confessions, the feelings that couldn't be ignored. Every word from Theo, every whisper in the letters, had stirred something in her that she had never felt with such intensity before.
Theo entered shortly after, closing the door behind him. His eyes, dark and full of emotion, met Eloise's. She felt a shiver run down her spine, anticipating what was to come.
"Eloise," Theo began, his voice low and laden with emotion. "I didn't expect to see you here so late. What's going on?"
"I couldn't wait any longer," she replied, taking a step towards him. "I need to know the truth, Theo. I need to hear it from your lips."
Theo sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "What do you mean?"
"About this," said Eloise, pulling one of the letters out of her pocket. "About what you wrote. About what you feel."
Theo took the letters and began to read them, looking at Eloise with surprise, almost fear. "Eloise, how did you get this? Where did you get it from?" he asked frantically, checking all his letters that were supposed to be private.
"Well... This morning I woke up with my brother Anthony demanding an explanation about these letters you printed and distributed throughout high society saying 'I want to make love to Eloise Bridgerton in many ways,' which led to my brother becoming a drama king, my sister-in-law explaining to me about sex and how it's done, and playing detectives to find out who my mysterious man was. I admit it was fun, the most fun I've had all season, and that's saying something since I've seen women chase after my brothers at balls to marry them. It was entertaining," explained Eloise with a mocking smile, approaching Theo, but keeping her distance. "But tell me, Theo, is it true?"
"Eloise, I can't tell you anything, it's not right. It's better if you forget all this and go back home," replied the boy with embarrassment and sadness.
"But I want you to tell me, please, Theo, tell me I'm not crazy, tell me you feel the same way I do, tell me you love me, please," Eloise pleaded desperately, wanting to get closer to him, but knowing that if she did, she wouldn't be able to control herself.
"Eloise, don't ask me this, all you do is hurt us both," lamented Theo with a gaze full of pain.
Hearing those words hurt Eloise deeply, but surrender was not an option for her. She straightened her posture, her gaze fixed on Theo with large, seductive eyes, accompanied by a small smile that promised much more.
"In your letters you wrote many things, like how you desired me, how you couldn't sleep thinking about me naked in your bed, how you had to touch yourself to be able to start the day after having sexual dreams about me," said Eloise, her voice low and laden with insinuation. Theo watched her, unable to articulate a response, his mind caught between disbelief and desire.
Slowly, Eloise began to unbutton her thin cotton dress, letting it fall to the floor with an almost ritualistic movement. She was left with just a short chemise, which became slightly translucent under the dim light. It barely reached her knees, revealing the enticing silhouette of her body. Theo swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over every inch of Eloise's figure, which presented itself before him like a dream.
"Eloise, you shouldn't, it's not right," murmured Theo, his voice trembling. He knew he should look away, resist the temptation she represented, but it was impossible. So tempting, so close, her presence made it hard for him to breathe.
"I also touch myself thinking about you. I touch myself during the nights, but sometimes during the day, when my thoughts stray to you. I touch myself imagining that it's your fingers instead of mine," whispered Eloise, her tone charged with provocation. She smiled to see the effect of her words on Theo, how his eyes devoured her, how he could barely contain his breath at her image. Eloise raised the stakes, her hands caressing her own breasts and throat, exploring her own body with an air of need. "Although I know your fingers must be better than mine, mine are so thin."
"Damn it, Eloise! You don't know what you're doing," said Theo hoarsely, sweat beading on his forehead, feeling his pants growing tighter and tighter painfully. Watching her hands roam her chest was mesmerizing, a sight that ignited every fiber of his being.
"But I like it, it makes me feel good. Didn't you like it? Don't you really want to touch me?" Eloise asked, her voice a whisper laden with desire. She hiked up the hem of her chemise, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. Leaning against the worktable, she began to caress herself, her moans of pleasure filling the air. "Please, Theo, I need you, please!"
The sight of Eloise caressing herself, in that thin chemise, with her nipples visible through the fabric, was a temptation Theo couldn't resist. Seeing her there, moaning, begging, was a test no man could overcome. Desire consumed him, his hands trembling with restraint, his mind a tangle of dark and passionate thoughts.
Finally, Theo's resistance broke. With a determined movement, he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, his lips finding Eloise's in a deep and hungry kiss. Their tongues intertwined, each touch of their lips igniting a fire in their bodies. Eloise moaned into Theo's mouth, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him even closer.
"Damn it, Eloise, what you do to me!" muttered the boy, causing the girl to moan loudly in his mouth again.
Theo slid a hand down Eloise's back, caressing her soft skin, trailing down to the edge of her chemise. With a skillful movement, he lifted the fabric, exposing even more of her skin to the air. His lips moved from the kiss to her neck, kissing and biting softly, eliciting pleasure-filled moans from Eloise.
"I desire you so much, Eloise," murmured Theo against her skin, his words vibrating through her body. "I can't resist you."
"Then don't," she responded, whispering in his ear, her hot breath against his skin. "Make me yours, Theo."
Theo needed no further encouragement. He lifted her easily, seating her on the worktable. His hands roamed her thighs, parting them gently, paving the way for his desire. Eloise gasped, her eyes fixed on Theo's, filled with need and longing.
The desire between them intensified, every touch, every caress, taking their passion to new heights. Theo slid a hand between Eloise's legs, finding her wet and throbbing center. His fingers moved skillfully, eliciting pleasure-filled moans from Eloise, her body arching under his touch.
"Theo, yes, please!" she moaned, her voice full of desire. "Don't stop, please."
Theo obeyed, his fingers moving with a mixture of gentleness and firmness, exploring every corner of her body, seeking and finding every pleasure point. Eloise clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling with pleasure.
The tension in the air was palpable, the desire almost tangible. Eloise felt herself nearing the edge, every touch of Theo bringing her closer to climax. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her body moving to the rhythm of his touch.
"Theo, I'm going to...!" she began to say, but her words were lost in a cry of pleasure as she reached climax, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy.
"Eloise, you're a dream," Theo whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and laden with desire. "I can't believe you're here, that you're real."
"I'm more than real, Theo," she replied, breathless, her eyes shining with lust and determination. "And I want you to feel me, I want you to make me yours, I want you to ruin me, to ruin me for anyone else, I want you to mark me."
The ardor of desire between them was palpable in the air, charged with passion. Theo took her by the thighs, lifting her in his arms with an irresistible impulse. They ascended the stairs together, their hearts beating in unison, until they reached Theo's humble room. There, he gently deposited her on the mattress, his gaze devouring her intensely.
Mounting over her, covering her with his body, Theo couldn't help but appreciate Eloise's delicacy in contrast to his own strength. Kissing and caressing her was a dream come true, a delight to his senses. Making her moan with pleasure under his fingers was a fulfilled fantasy, but there was still another fantasy he longed to fulfill before surrendering completely to her.
"You know, Eloise, nobles would never kneel before their women or get their hands dirty," murmured Theo against Eloise's lips, his warm breath caressing her. "Luckily for you, I'm not a noble."
With that declaration, Theo knelt before her, his fiery gaze fixed on Eloise's sex. He began by kissing and biting her soft thighs, marking them with the desire burning inside him. But then, he decided to feast on her sex, devouring her with a voracious passion that left her breathless. Eloise couldn't contain her moans, her body arching towards him, her hands gripping his hair to pull him closer.
When Eloise finally reached climax, Theo didn't pull away, but continued to drink from her juices with an insatiable hunger. Every moan of hers was music to his ears, every taste of hers a delicious delicacy that intoxicated him. Rising with his face still gleaming with the trace of her excitement, Eloise couldn't help but feel even more excited at the sight of his insatiable desire.
The two looked at each other with a complicity charged with passion, knowing they were about to explore unknown territories together, surrendering completely to the fire burning between them.
Theo rose with determination, his fiery gaze focused on Eloise, paying no attention to the thin fabric covering her body. With an impetuous gesture, he tore the chemise, freeing her breasts to freedom. He was not mistaken in his judgment: they were an exquisite sight, perfect in their shape and tempting in their softness. His hands found their natural place over them, caressing them reverently as he brought them to his mouth, savoring the delight they offered.
Repositioning himself over her, Theo continued his exploration, alternating between kissing her breasts and her neck, leaving small bites that elicited sighs of pleasure from Eloise's lips. But amidst his kisses, his words resonated in the air charged with passion.
"Tell me, Eloise, tell me to stop and I will, at any moment, I won't mind," murmured Theo, his lips brushing hers tenderly. "Just tell me to stop, and I will."
Eloise, sensitive from the previous pleasures but longing for more, let out a soft moan before responding in broken whispers. "Theo, just do it already. I want to feel you, I need to feel you, I need you."
With a promise in his eyes and a fiery desire in his heart, Theo began to shed his own garments. His bare chest prompted an admiring moan from the young woman, while the sliding of his trousers added a touch of urgency to the atmosphere charged with passion. With quick and expert movements, he prepared to take her.
With a patience bordering on exquisite, Theo entered Eloise with slow and careful movements, stopping at the first few inches to allow her to adjust and alleviate any pain that might arise. Gradually, his thrusts became deeper, filling her completely with each push, until they were united in an intimate union that left them moaning with pleasure. Each movement was a dance of passion and desire, each moan a melody of surrender and ecstasy as they lost themselves in each other.
Once Eloise had fully adjusted to his size, the slow and delicate movements gave way to urgency and unrestrained desire. Theo moved with speed and firmness, gripping Eloise's thighs for better purchase as he thrust into her with unbridled passion. Eloise's breasts bounced in harmony with Theo's vigorous movements, creating a glorious sight that fueled the fire of their shared passion even more.
"Oh... Theo, yes, more... right there, please, Theo," moaned Eloise, her hands clutching the bedsheets as her body writhed with pleasure. However, in a moment of overwhelming need, she clung to the boy's neck and pulled him towards her in a passionate kiss. She longed to feel his warmth, his presence, his essence merging with hers in a whirlwind of ecstasy.
Theo, responding to her deepest desires, slid a hand between their bodies to caress Eloise's cl*tor*s with expert and precise movements. Eloise's sensitivity, exacerbated by the previous org*sms, combined with Theo's touch, brought her to the edge of the abyss with overwhelming speed. In a crescendo of indescribable pleasure, she reached an org*sm much more intense than the previous ones, arching forcefully as ecstasy enveloped her completely, her body trembling in waves of pleasure.
Feeling the tension in Eloise's body, Theo was swept away by the tide of shared pleasure. In a final burst of coherence, he withdrew from her and spilled his own ecstasy onto her stomach, painting her skin with the mark of their union. Then, exhausted but satisfied, he collapsed onto her, cushioning his fall with his arms to avoid crushing her, enveloping her in a warm and protective embrace as they both recovered from the torrent of sensations that had carried them to the heights of pleasure.
"That was amazing," murmured Theo with a small chuckle, while carefully kissing the girl's neck and jaw.
"Thank you for giving me the best first time, Theo," murmured the girl, tenderly placing a kiss on the boy's lips. He pulled away from Eloise, took his shirt, and carefully cleaned Eloise's stomach and between her legs before doing the same for himself. Then, he lay down beside her and brought the girl to rest on his chest to cover them and keep them from getting cold.
They spent a good while in silence, caressing and kissing each other until Theo decided to bring up the topic that was bothering him.
"When do you have to leave?" Theo asked in a whisper, wishing Eloise wouldn't leave so soon. The Bridgerton girl smiled sweetly.
"Well, my sister-in-law said she'll take care of entertaining and distracting my family and creating an alibi for me, so how about tomorrow morning?" murmured Eloise, snuggling comfortably on her beloved's chest, who sighed relieved that he didn't have to part with his girl so soon. "And maybe, if I present my case properly to Kate, she might convince Anthony to let us court."
"I think technically we were already courting last season, and now we move on to our wedding night," Theo commented with amusem*nt, hugging Eloise even tighter.
"Well, math says the order of coefficients doesn't matter or something like that," the girl added teasingly, sealing the night with a kiss to her beloved printer. "By the way, you still haven't explained why you decided to tell everyone you wanted to shag me."
"Would you believe me if I said it was never my intention for those letters to be published?" Theo asked with a guilty smile.
Eloise raised an eyebrow, curiously observing Theo's expression. "What do you mean by that? Was it an accident?"
Theo nodded, his gaze filled with regret. "I swear, Eloise. Those letters were for my eyes only. It's just that I had been sleeping poorly for a while, every time I closed my eyes, I saw you and it was impossible to sleep. You were a temptation, and I think instead of making copies for the client, I printed my own letters."
The girl frowned, but then a mischievous smile spread across her lips. "So, are you saying that all this commotion in the season was because of my imaginary self of yours that wouldn't let you sleep peacefully because you saw me naked?"
"It seems so," Theo replied with a soft laugh, enjoying the complicity between them. "But believe me, I never imagined the letters would become public. It was an accident, really."
Eloise burst into laughter, her face lit up by a mixture of amusem*nt and complicity. "Well, Theo, it seems like we both have a bit of blame in this matter. But who would have thought that a little mix-up like that would lead to all of this?"
The two looked at each other with a mix of astonishment and delight, knowing that their relationship had taken an unexpected but exciting turn. There was a spark between them, a deep connection that bound them beyond words.
"Look, Eloise, I know all this has been a bit chaotic, but I wouldn't change anything that has happened," Theo said earnestly, gently stroking the girl's face. "I'm happy that we're together now."
Eloise's gaze softened, her eyes shining with affection. "Me too, Theo. Even though this has all been a bit crazy, I wouldn't change a thing. Being with you has been the best part of this season."
They both fell silent for a moment, immersing themselves in the comforting warmth of their newly discovered love. But soon, the reality of their situation caught up with them again.
"Well, I suppose we should think about how we'll handle this in the morning," suggested Theo, feeling a hint of concern about the uncertain future that awaited them.
Eloise nodded, her expression returning to a more seductive tone. "Yes, you're right. But for now, I want to enjoy this moment with you."
"Eloise, you're an irresistible temptation," murmured Theo with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, his voice full of desire as he leaned in closer to her, feeling the electricity passing between them. "And I'm sure your imaginary self has had a lot to do with that."
The girl chuckled softly, her hands sliding down Theo's arms as she drew him closer. "Oh, believe me, Theo, your imaginary self has played its part in this situation too. After all, who would have thought this could be so irresistible?"
Theo was swept away by the fervor of their shared passion, his lips finding Eloise's in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Their bodies melted into a fiery embrace, every caress and every touch igniting the fire that burned between them.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of their connection, exploring the boundaries of their mutual desire. Every kiss, every caress, was a promise of more to come, a promise of a love that would never die.
