“You make me feel good.Special,” I whisper, giving him more power than I should.
“Angel, you gotta know you feel like heaven to me.”
And I know I’m soaked for him, open, aching.
I gasp as he lifts up, gifting me a perfect view of his hard, inked up body.
Theo is a work of art.
His body is honed perfection.The tattoos decorating his skin are sexy and fierce.
“I like looking at you too,” he growls, and kisses me hard, and I’m so gone I guess I’m speaking aloud this whole time.
But not now.Because he’s pressing inside me, stroking my inner walls, discovering all my secrets, and filling me as only he can.
Hell, I can barely form a coherent thought because Theo’s long, hard cock presses against my core, and now there’s exactly one thing I want from him, one thing I need, and that’sthis.
Sex with him is like communion.
It’s the purest confirmation of our love.
Because, yeah, I love him too.
And it’s time I tell him.
“Theo?”
“Angel?”
“I wanted you to know, I love you too, Theo,” I whisper, voice shaking.“I’m in love with you, too.”
His eyes widen—then something breaks open in his expression.
Wonder.Relief.Worship.
“Goddamn it, Angel.You love me?”he asks.
I nod, smiling so wide it hurts.
He pulls almost all the way out.Then he sinks into me again.
Harder.
And my grin turns into a moan.
We don’t look away.
Our eyes stay locked as he fills me, inch by perfect inch, until I’m completely stretched around him, utterly full.
He feels like everything I didn’t know was missing from my life.
“I love you so fucking much, Angel,” he groans.“You’re mine now.And I’m yours.I’m never letting you go.”
“You better not,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips, clutching at his back.“Theo!”
He moves, flexing his hips in an age old rhythm that makes me wild for him.
I rise to meet his thrusts, reveling in the loud sounds of our lovemaking.
