***NSFW Chapter***

"Distract me."

The words echoed in Tom's bedroom, whispers bouncing around between the stone walls. A candle flickered while Evelyn held her breath. He wouldn't say no... would he?

She could see the gears working in his mind through his dark eyes. They were practically black in the dim light. Then, he clenched his jaw. "And how would you like to be distracted?" He was holding himself back. She might not have known much about much but she did know that.

A distant boom rolled in the background, muffled by the Quiet Room spell. Evelyn gulped—mostly for courage—before softly saying, "Any way you want... My Lord."

A gasp escaped Evelyn as Tom harshly gripped her waist and shifted her. Earlier, she was sitting on his lap, straddling him, but now she was sitting in between his legs with his cold, bare chest against her back. She could feel his skin through the lacy robe, which he proceeded to shove roughly off her shoulders. His cold fingers on her skin made her shiver in delight and anticipation.

Tom gripped her hair and leaned her head back so his mouth was next to her ear. "Such a good girl, you are. Submitting to me so easily."

She moaned. Why did she like his praise so much? She'd never reacted to compliments before—and with her beauty, intelligence, and allure, she'd received several. Maybe it's because you never had anyone to praise you like you wanted before, a sardonic voice in her head responded.

"Do you like hearing me tell you what a good girl you are?" Tom's murmurs were deep and smooth, like the richest of espresso gliding down her body. She curled her toes just at the sound of the cool voice gliding against her ear and down her neck. "Tell me what you like, my darling. Tell me how I can best please you."

But for some reason, this felt like a test, like there wasn't a right answer necessarily but there was a better one. So Evelyn whispered, "You. I like you. I'm pleased by you."

Tom growled. When he spoke again, she heard the smirk in his voice. "Good answer from a very good girl. How shall I reward you?"

His hand still gripped her hair but it was a light grip, one of control but not of pain. With the other, Tom began to glide down her body, speaking as he moved. "Shall I take off your nightgown?" he asked as he pulled down the spaghetti straps. "Shall I worship your breasts?" he asked as he caressed them through the material. "Shall I show you how a true man treats his queen?" he asked when his hand reached the lacy material of her panties. She had already soaked through them, her body needing him more than anything. She had never felt such a relentless want for a man, never felt so coiled, never felt so lustful.

It was as if her body—just like her heart—longed for Tom. Only for Tom.

"I must confess, Little Dove, I'm not normally so..." He swiped a finger over her clit and she gasped. "Tender. But you bring out a different side of me. You make me..." He bent down and lightly bit her ear when he whispered. "Gentle."

Evelyn shifted uncomfortably. There was this heat rising within her and somehow she knew that Tom would be the only one to sate it. She had never done anything with a boy—her first kiss was stolen only weeks ago in the corridor for Merlin's sake—but when it came to Tom, she had this instinct she couldn't explain. She knew that she should submit to him, that he would take care of her, that he would satisfy her. She knew that only Tom could take away her heat, her tension, her desire.

"What if I don't want you to be gentle?" she asked with a slight whine to her voice. "What if I don't want you to hold back?" Because she didn't. She wanted Tom, all of Tom.

Tom growled again. His hand moved up to her waist, where he gripped it tightly and pulled her back into his body. She felt something hard poke her in the back. Just the feeling of his member had her breathing heavily. "Not tonight," he gritted. "You've never been touched, Little Dove, and I might not be the picture of morality but I won't be the asshole that hurts you."

She pouted. He must have seen it because he moved his hand from her hair to her neck and gripped it harshly. "Don't be childish. There will come a time when you will beg me to treat me as softly as I am now."

Evelyn whined. "But I need you Tom, all of you."

He kissed her cheek and even that little touch had her wanting to demand he take her. Merlin, who am I? I'm never this needy. It seemed that Tom wasn't the only one who was acting differently. "You shall have me. I might not be able to promise you much in this life but I can promise you that. For now, I want you to first get used to my fingers, then my cock. Then we will play."

Just the idea of being fucked by Tom had her squirming. "Tom, please."

"Begging already? My, my, aren't we needy?"

"Yes," she moaned as the tension inside her body climbed even higher. "Yes. I need you."

"Who am I to deny my Dark Lady?"

Tom jerked up the bottom of her nightgown. His cold, hard chest pressed further into her back while his hand kept a firm grip on her throat. Then, swiftly, he ripped her underwear, the lacy fabric practically shredding in his hands. "Thomas!" she scolded.

"Don't be ridiculous. They were in my way." Then, he added as an afterthought, "I'll buy you hundreds of them."

She nodded. He grabbed her nightgown and shoved it down her body. Her torso was now entirely exposed to the cold air of the dungeons, making her nipples harden immediately. The only part of her still covered was a small bit of her stomach where the nightgown lay bunched up.

"You're so beautiful," Tom murmured. And though Evelyn had always vaguely known she was beautiful—in that ethereal, haunting way her father was—she had never felt more so than when Tom called her it, staring at her naked body and enjoying every bit.

His hand ventured lower until he was stroking the inside of her thighs. "And so wet for me, darling." His fingers dipped into her juices only to bring them up and smear them on her lower lip. Tom used his grip on her neck to tilt her head back. His tongue darted out to lick the juices from her mouth. "And so very tempting. You taste divine."

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat and her legs weakened. Her stomach was in knots that were so tight she thought they might burst any second.

"Kiss me, Little Dove."

She obeyed instantly, pushing her mouth against his. As soon as their lips made contact, Tom's fingers spread her folds and pushed into her body easily. She was so wet that he went in easily, both fingers pushing so deep she thought she might have felt them in her stomach.

Evelyn moaned into Tom's mouth. The breathy sound echoed between them. Tom growled and squeezed her neck. "No one but me will ever touch you here. Do you understand?"

"Yes." It was an easy concession. It wasn't like any other man could make her feel so full with only two fingers, his body seemingly knowing exactly what she needed.

"No, darling. No one will ever touch you here. Not even yourself. I will be the sole source of your pleasure. If you need satisfaction, you will only turn to me. Do you understand? You are mine, Evelyn. Only mine."

"Yes," she rasped because her mind was too foggy to think of anything else. At that moment, the thunderstorm outside seemed miles away. She could only focus on Tom. His fingers, his mouth, his voice.

"Good girl." His words reverberated in her spine, sending chills up and down her body. Tom brought a thumb to her swollen clit and massaged it gently yet firmly. She gasped at the contact and arched her back, driving her head deeper into his shoulder. This gave Tom the perfect angle to squeeze her throat until she was seeing stars.

She sucked in a deep breath—well, as deep as it could be with the pressure he was placing against her windpipe. Waves of passion rolled over her body, stoked by his hot breath against her neck. Tom brought his lips to her head and began kissing it everywhere rather roughly. It felt as if he was marking his territory, reminding her of exactly who was bringing her pleasure.

Evelyn felt her center contract as Tom continued to assault her senses with a barrage of satisfaction. His mouth was kissing her roughly, occasionally biting at her whenever he saw fit. His breath cascaded down her body, hitting her nipples in a way that had them aching. His hand was controlling the very air she breathed, choosing when she could gasp or moan. His fingers were curling inside of her body, hitting spots she didn't even know existed. His thumb was rubbing her nub, making her toes curl while her body pushed deeper into his. There was something about his hard body against hers that made her writhe against him, like he was the solid force grounding her while the rest of him was making her see stars.

"Tom," she moaned, bringing her hands above her head to grasp at his hair. She pulled it harshly just as Tom curled his fingers. He hissed in a breath and proceeded to thrust into her even harder.

An unfamiliar tingling sensation spread through her body, crawling up and down her spine with licks of heat that she couldn't control. It felt like she was being burnt alive, like she wouldn't survive much longer without some sort of relief from the pressure his fingers were creating.

As Tom began to work her more, he spoke to her with a harsh tone, one that only made her even more turned on.

"Who makes you feel like this?"

"You."

"Who brings you pleasure?"

"You."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You," she moaned, writhing against him. "Only you."

"Damn right," he growled. "Such a good girl."

And when Tom removed his hand from her neck, replacing it with his mouth as he bit down harshly, something inside of her snapped. Her inner walls clenched on her fingers—as if her body couldn't bear to let him leave—and his name exploded from her lips. "Tom!" she cried out when the stars overtook her.

"Evelyn," he murmured. His hard thrusts turned into long, languid strokes before exiting her body. She sucked in lungfuls of air, finally feeling like she could breathe. When she came undone with his fingers, something inside of her changed, like a part of her was finally free. She could breathe again. The pressure that was on her chest was gone, replaced by a soft, warm sense of satisfaction.

Tom's body was no longer behind her but she hardly registered it. Her head was too busy trying to come back down from the clouds. Vaguely, she felt a warm, wet cloth between her legs before a gentle kiss was placed on each of her thighs. Exhaustion slowly overtook her body but she forced herself to stay awake.

Tom, Tom, Tom, her mind repeated. Poetry that consisted of only his name swirled around her head. Tom, Tom, Tom.

She was utterly ruined by him. There could be no man that would compare to him, not now that she had felt the way her body practically melted under his touch. Perhaps that was his plan, to satisfy her so much that she could never want another.

Well, it worked.

"Sleep, Little Dove," a voice said but she couldn't tell whether it was in her head or out loud. All she knew was that her nightgown—which was now soaked through with juices that Tom had somehow spread on her—was soon replaced by a soft shirt. Strong arms lifted her up to the bed and placed her under the covers before a hard body was next to her. She curled up on it and closed her eyes.

Like always, when she dreamt, she dreamt of Tom. And tonight, in her dreams, he was holding her in his arms just as he was now.

"Tom," Dream Evelyn whispered, reaching out and cupping his cheek.

"Little Dove," Dream Tom whispered before kissing her on the forehead. "I cannot stay away from you. Not even in sleep."

She smiled. "I don't want you to stay away from me. I want you here. Always."

His lips upturned slightly. "Whatever you want, you shall get. Now, rest."

And then Dream Evelyn, too, fell asleep, curled up against a man who was soon overtaking every part of her heart.

When she finally awoke, she was cold and alone.

I hope you guys like these spicy chapters because tbh I have no idea if I'm writing them well or not lol. But I like how they have multiple layers of intimacy so even if they suck they're staying in. Also, I like writing them so there's that too.

Hope you have a great weekend! I can't promise any updates because I'm going to a book conference but I'll try! Who knows, I might need the break from my manuscript so we'll see xx