He inhales sharply, and I nip his lower lip, playful and desperate all at once. I tug on it, my core clenching at the sound he makes. Goddess, that sound. It’s low and rough, sending a shiver straight through me.
He shifts position slightly, and I move my leg, allowing his weight to settle between my thighs, not pressing against me but close enough that every nerve screams for more.
His hand finds my bare waist, his thumb brushing down the curve of my waist, as if he’s memorising how my skin feels beneath his touch. I arch my back, leaning into him. The kiss turns hungry, messy, rough, drawing a soft moan that slips from my lips before I can stop it.
That’s when everything shatters.
My eyes fly open.
The sound echoes in my ears as I realise it was me. I moaned. I made a sound.
Theo jerks away instantly, his milky white eyes wide as he backs away from the bed, his heart thundering, as mist fills the room around me.
“You’re awake.”
It’s a statement.
“Yes.” My fingers curl at my throat, pulse wild. “I- my voice…”
Understanding crashes down on me, realising he had something to do with it. He… somehow my voice has come back!
He straightens, the moment snapping shut like it never existed. That familiar, infuriating smirk sliding back into place as if he wasn’t just kissing me like the world might end.
“Don’t get any ideas, Blondie,” he says, eyes flicking away. “That was the only way I could give your voice back.”
“You… you got it back?” I whisper, staring up at him, emotions threatening to consume me.
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks back over to the bed. Goddess, he looks so good… He places his hand against my head, fingers threading through my hair with a care that makes my chest ache.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t be fair for such a beautiful voice to never be heard again,” he says quietly, with a faint smirk that fades almost as quickly as it graced his face. “But when you wake up… you won’t remember any of this.”
Mist curls at the edges of my vision, heavy and seductive, pulling me away from reality.
Panic flares through me, and with the last of my focus, I weave a spell, sealing this moment away, where his power can’t touch it, creating a tiny capsule for it to survive in.
In the morning, I may not remember this, but this memory shall return to me.
I stare up at him, sleep dragging me down inch by inch. The feel of his lips on mine lingers.
“Why…” I breathe softly, my heart pounding.
He doesn’t answer, simply keeping his fingers in my hair, his eyes dark and unreadable, like he’s standing at the edge of a decision that terrifies even him.
“Please… talk… to…” The words dissolve as my mind succumbs to the heaviness, confusion settling in.
Where am I? What was I saying? “I…” I murmur, unsure what I’m going on about.
Something about… Theo.
“Sleep well, Sweetcheeks,” he whispers, his voice seductively low and sinful, wrapping around me like a caress in the darkness.
And then sleep takes me.
Making Memories
Theo
“Fuck,” I whisper as her head hits the pillow and I drop to a knee beside the bed, raking a hand through my hair. Fuck!
