“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lips ghosting against the pounding pulse at my throat, his voice soaked in awe and hunger like I was something holy.
Like he wanted to worship and ruin me in the same breath.
Teeth scraped along my Adam’s apple. His mouth left heat in its wake—across my throat, along my collarbones. He licked over the ink spread across my skin like he was memorizing it all over again.
My fingers threaded through his hair, tightening. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want this to end. I shoved his suit jacket off, dragged my hands down the strong lines of his back, then gripped the firm curve of his ass and pulled him harder against me.
“More,” I begged, my voice breaking as he reared back, ripping his shirt off in one motion.
The moonlight kissed his bare skin—perfect, untouched, mine.
“I’m right here,” I groaned, hips lifting to meet his. Our cocks rubbed through layers of clothes, soaked in precum, friction blazing between us.
Even though I’d come hours ago, it felt like I was starting from scratch. Like I’d been starving without him and didn’t even know it.
He dipped lower, tongue worshipping my chest, suckling one nipple until the pain blurred into pleasure and I jackknifed off the ground. My hands clawed at him, desperate to get him naked, skin to skin, cock to cock.
And he gave it. All of it.
He kissed down my chest, across my abs, dipping into my navel like he was drunk on me. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could do was feel him—his body, his mouth, his desperation.
“Theo…” My voice cracked as he buried his face in my groin and mouthed the length of my shaft through my pants.
“Yesss,” he hissed, popping my button, unzipping my fly. The cool air kissed my flushed skin—and then his lips wrapped around my cock.
I lost time. Space. Reality. My head thrashed. When I looked down and saw him watching me—mouth full, lashes fluttering—I nearly came.
But I stopped him. I needed more. All of him.“I need to feel you,” I gasped.
He paused. Confused. Wanting. And then he understood.
I stripped him down, fingers moving fast and rough. I didn’t touch his cock—not yet—I just dragged his pants to his knees and yanked him back into my arms.
“Oh, fuck—sweetheart,” he moaned, pressing his face into my neck.
I dug my fingers into the meat of his ass, hips grinding up to meet his. Friction. Fire. Frenzy. Precum and sweat slicked our skin, the heat of it only heightening the pressure, the drag, the unbearable closeness.
We rolled together, each thrust desperate, seeking. Not just release—connection. I needed to know this was real. That when he said he’d walk away from everything—he meant it.
If he did… then he could have it all. My heart. My body. My loyalty. My name. Everything. Because I was all in.
The slick head of his cock rubbed against mine, wet and throbbing. When he whimpered, I saw the uncertainty flicker in his wide eyes. A silent plea.
I answered it.
Working a hand between us, I wrapped it around our shafts. I could feel the thick vein pulse against my palm. His whole body tensed. He braced on his elbows and crashed his mouth to mine. The kiss was frantic—a firestorm.
“Fuck into my hand, baby,” I rasped.
He whimpered when I called him that—like it split him open. Sweat mixed with precum. We were soaked in each other. Moving in rhythm. Moaning each other’s names. Sharing breath like oxygen. He pulled away, unable to kiss me anymore, gasping, but his lips never left mine.
“I’m so close,” he panted.
“Me too, baby.”
I could feel him unraveling—hips stuttering, eyes wild, lips trembling.
“Fuck. Sin. Please…”
