“I want you to comewith me,” she whispered against his lips.
Theo’s breath hitched in his throat.He could barely breathe.He nodded as tears fell down his cheeks.Her command was more freeing than either of them could understand at the moment.
The words fell out of his mouth of their own volition.“As you wish, Princess.”His voice sounded strange, even to his own ears.He kissed Calliope, hard, and his body loosened as he let go, giving in to her demand, freeing the monster and the hurricane inside of him with one hard thrust.
Theo’s orgasm hit him like a brick to the stomach as he unraveled inside her.
Every bone in his body turned to Jell-O.His muscles felt liquefied.Energy barreled through him, lighting him up like a display of fireworks.The tightness in his chest spread and it was like he had become someone else.
Yet despite the numbness in his limbs, the energy spurred him forth like an adrenaline rush as he lunged forward, upending Calliope once more onto the hardwood floor beneath them.Paint spattered from the tubes beneath them, staining their skin shades of red and green and purple and everything in between.
Calliope wrapped her legs around Theo’s waist as he continued his thrusts into her, riding out the tidal wave of pleasure that felt more freeing than anything he’d ever felt before.He wanted to drown in it.
And for the briefest moment, that is what Theo did.He lost himself in everything.Her kiss, her warmth, her touch, even the cool paint against his flesh as her body moved, spreading it like ivy along abandoned brick walls.He didn’t know where he began, or where she ended.All he knew was that one word that kept repeating in his brain.The one that made no sense.
Mate.
Something inside him longed to say it.But instead, he said,“All mine.”
“All yours,” Calliope whispered as she came undone around him.
And as she did so, Theo could have sworn the earth was quaking beneath them.
Calliope’s voice was breathless.“Good boy,” she whispered.
Theo let out a heavy sigh, his entire body melting into Calliope’s warmth.He thought perhaps he was dreaming.
Because those words settledeverythinginside of him.
All yours.
Good boy.
Theo let out a sigh of relief as he kissed her again.They rolled onto their side, legs and arms clutching one another, spreading paint and desire along their bare skin like a masterpiece.When their lips broke apart, and Theo removed himself from Calliope’s warmth, the world shifted on its axis.Or at least, that was how it felt for Theodore as he pulled her close, as he collapsed onto his back, his wet cock falling against his stomach, leaving trails of moisture along his skin.Calliope curled close to him, resting her head on his chest, and he held her close to his side as the darkness took them both past the point of no return.
CHAPTER5
The soundof heavy banging roused Calliope from her slumber with a groan.Her head was pounding, her shoulder and neck aching something fierce, and her body felt strangely clammy and warm and weighted down.
Good grief, how much alcohol was in those bloody drinks last night?
Her eyelashes fluttered as she filtered in the light streaming through her windows, her vision a blur of colors that felt more Monet than Mondrian.A groan beside her pulled her attention as she sat up, and the heaviness fell from her chest, down her abdomen, landing in her lap.
She rubbed her eyes as her vision sharpened, the light of late morning illuminating the scene in front of her.
Paint tubes strewn about the floor, dried acrylic sticking to the floorboards in puddles, clothes lining the pathway from the door.A plastic, black mask that had been crushed, stained with bright cadmium red paint.
And then the sound beside her deepened, the weight in her lap sliding between her thighs, and all at once Calliope remembered precisely what happened.Flashes of Zorro—no,Theodore—permeated in her psyche.His perfect kiss, his deep voice promising heranything she wanted.His wicked mouth driving her into oblivion not once, but twice.His cock filling her.
She turned in earnest, panic and anxiety culminating inside of her as she looked at Theo—naked, spatters of paint covering his golden skin like a Jackson Pollack painting.
Her heart climbed into her throat as she remembered him on his knees.Her words to him a spell all their own.
I want you to worship me.
What was she thinking?How had she let herself be so...so...open?
“So loud,” he murmured groggily, tugging her hip with his hand.
