Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 173: Her Delectable Honeypot.

Chapter 173: Her Delectable Honeypot.

Late Evening.

Dining Hall, Citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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"Lilah, please bring out the fine china and silverware. We want to impress our guests with the elegance of our table setting."

Lydia had freshen up and changed for the dinner before guiding the maids to arrange the table for dinner, she was the host whether they knew it or not.

"Yes, milady. Should I include the silver candlesticks as well?" Lilah asked softly.

Lydia glanced to find her smiling. "Absolutely. Let’s create a warm and inviting atmosphere with flickering candlelight." Lydia’s instruction was immediately being carried out.

A movement made Lydia glance left and Emily asked. "Milady, should I arrange the floral centerpieces now?"

"Yes, Emily. Choose the most vibrant blooms from the garden. We want our table to be a feast for the eyes as well." Lydia made every maid feel important and that none of this would have happened without them by adding our to all her replies.

Sloane wanted Lydia’s attention too so she asked. "And what about the napkins, milady? Shall I fold them in the traditional style or try something more creative?"

With a smile Lydia responded. "Let us add a touch of flair tonight, Sloane. Perhaps try a unique folding technique to impress our guests."

Sloane nodded before going off.

"Milady, shall I pour the wine in advance or wait until our guests arrive?" Kate.

Lydia shook her head. "Wait until they arrive, Martha. We want to ensure each glass is poured to perfection."

"Milady, everything is ready. The table looks exquisite." Lilah announced like a fan girl.

Lydia looked around with a proud gleam in her eyes. "Well done, ladies. With your dedication and attention to detail, tonight’s dinner will be a memorable affair. Now, let us await the arrival of our esteemed guests."

Lydia declared, she called them ladies and it made them blush but she also noticed they didn’t call her miss Lydia anymore.

The head maid, Martha all this while stood at a corner watching the whole event happen, she had been ordered by Sandra to do nothing but watch Lydia for report later. And now she was awed because she knew that no noble lady if Lydia’s age could be this good at management with culinary skills this great.

She was proud but still by the wall.

MOMENTS LATER.

The royal dining hall was compete again, Theodore came back only to be told his wife was at the dining hall, he joined and they had to start eating, his eye kept focusing on her but he tried to eat first before talking.

"Who made this?" Salvadore asked suddenly.

Silence and an abrupt pause.

His eyes search the maids as he complained. "I have said it once that I hate an outrageous mixing of foods" the maids looked about to pass out but they stood still.

"Oh, uhh..." Lydia started but trailed off. "I made the meal, I apologize I never knew they was a special..." she glanced at Sandra but she merely rolled her eyes.

"Lydia?" Salvadore questioned, his tone puzzled. "You made this?"

"All of it, your majesty" a chirpy maid added eagerly, Liliah, she looked proud of Lydia and Liza didn’t know what to think about that. She only needed Sandra’s approval she thought.

Salvadore’s frown softened as he looked at Lydia. "What is this then?" he was referring to the food.

"It is a Shepherd’s Pie Salvadore, Although a hearty and comforting dish that I made with minced meat and mashed potatoes, someone might not appreciate the combination of meat and potatoes in that form"

"I apologize" Lydia added.

Mmm, he mumbled before he continued to eat. He ate meal like he never hated it.

"Gooseberry" Theodore whispered drawing his tired wife’s attention from her food.

"Should we go upstairs?"

Her dark eyes held his before she nodded. "To the chambers yes, I just wish to sleep" she numbled.

He stood up "Come on then"

"Deliver our dinner to the chambers"

"Salvadore, no." Sandra said and Theodore wondered what Salvadore was about to say.

He could’ve lost his tongue.

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Midnight.

Bedroom chambers, Citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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Theodore set the glass down, grabbed the back of her neck, and then kissed her deep and slow.

He kissed Lydia, they kissed until her heartbeat throbbed between her legs. Until her clit thumped to life, hot and bothered.

A frenzy burned through her blood.

She pressed her body to his, eager for more, he groaned as she raked her blunt nails down his stomach and tugged at his trousers band.

He made a rough sound in his throat, but his lips began to slow against hers.

When she realized he was pulling away, she moaned in frustration.

"Theo . . ."

He gazed upon her, she looked so lovely.

His thumb brushed over her mouth. "Surely a woman who made a feast for a royal dining should be too exhausted to want her husband to fuck her." Theodore said, he wasn’t exactly happy she had slaved away for his twisted family.

"I am not that woman, I want you Theodore," she protested.

Sex was sex and with Theodore it was easy to get into no matter how long it lasted, she would always crave for him as he did her.

She was a tad bit tired but she wasn’t sore.

"I want to be sore from your touch" she rasped making his covk twitch.

Didn’t he understand how much she wanted him? She mused, agonizingly.

The words escaped Lydia before she could stop them.

"I always knew, you know . . . When we we just got married."

She turned red instantly, her ruddiness was so intense it burned in her chest and it made her heart race with different things she needed to say.

Theodore’s body stilled for a split second, so fast she didn’t notice. "What did you always know?"

A tight sensation wrapped around her lungs, a mixture of suspicion that he had known she knew, embarrassment that she’s about to let it out, and vulnerability from finally leaving that stage where she wouldn’t tell him anything, but she needed him to know she wanted him.

The truth was, she had wanted him from the beginning but he was lord Theodore.

She found courage somewhere deep inside of her, and rose to her toes, she pressed her warm lips to his ear.

"All those times you would watch me read instead of being in your office" she not her lips before continuing.

"I would read my books and I imagined your face whenever the man does things to the woman" her voice a soft whisper.

"The man?"

Her fingers were in his hair, playing with it. "The man with the cock and the lady with the clits, honey pot, the lovers who make love or fuck"

"Lydia" he breathed her name urgently.

She smiled as she traced his spine. "I never did it but I wanted to touch myself with hour face in my head" her palm ended its travel on his heart.

Three heartbeats drummed in her ears.

Her heart. His heart and the heart between her thighs.

Theodore with his hands still by his side asked. "Why did you not do it?"

"You were right next to me" she groaned before giggling shyly when she realized what she’d said.

"I could be right inside your honeypot now" he growled, his darkened gaze regarding her.

"Theodore" she moaned.

"Fuck!" he groaned, before he grabed her hips, lifted her, and met her mouth with his.

Finally. She mused.

Her legs swiftly wrapped around his waist and her hands buried in his hair while his long fingers tightened around her butt cheeks.

Walking Lydia backward toward the bed, Theodore kissed Lydia like he was trying to eat her alive.

His favourite ritual.

He was a selfish kisser one who wanted everything Lydia could offer without words or money.

He kissed Lydia with such domination she could only moan, he bit her lips, controlling every dip, lick, and press of their lips.

He trailed his mouth down her neck, and she worked on his shirt buttons, she wanted his skin against hers, something she’d felt repeatedly but still will want forever, he was something she ached for just as she was something delectable.

She couldn’t unbutton the last button, she became restless, the buttons became impossible because his hands were kneading her ass and it was too pleasing to focus.

She tugged his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands beneath it.

Over the hot skin of his stomach and chest. His nipple.

He hissed through his teeth, and a lungful of air escaped Lydia when he dropped her on the bed and fell right on top of her afterwards.

From her chest he yanked on her night dress, and a rip sounded as the straps came loose.

"That was the only night dress I brought," she breathed against his lips, but all thoughts were quick to vanish when he grabbed on of her peaked and aching nipple into his mouth and sucked.

His hands gripped low on her ass, and she sighed when his fingers started to slide from her top to bottom of her area, brushing her clit and teasing her entrance.

"Fuck, you are ready for me, so delectable," he groaned as he dipped his fingers into his mouth.