Neither of us moves our hips, but I wrap my arms around her back, pulling us closer together. “Fable,” I breathe into her neck, peppering kisses against her skin.
My fingers tangle in her hair. She squirms with tiny movements, seeking more friction, but I hold her still in my embrace, trying to wrap my head around why this feels so different. Idon’t know if I can handle it. Ifeel as if I’ve been flayed open and taken apart from the inside. Everything is new and hypersensitive, too exquisite to ever be this good again.
“Theo... please.” She circles her hips, begging for movement.
With a sharp exhale, I lean back against the headboard. “You okay?” I whisper, letting my thumb roll over my freckle on her chest.
“Yeah. Are you?” Her grin is full of affection. “Your eyes are a little wild.”
“Ifeela little wild,” I admit, my hands roaming down to her hips.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” she teases, digging her knees into the mattress to slide up and dip back down in the most delicious way.
I groan, watching where I disappear inside her. “I can’t. My lungs aren’t working.”
“Need me to stop?” she taunts, fingers dragging over my scalp.
I shudder, my entire body tense and taut. “Fuck no. Please never stop.” I think I might die if she did.
She laughs, stealing my breath as she writhes above me. I’m too overwhelmed to figure out where to focus my heavy-lidded eyes. Maybe on the way the flowers on her hip shift with every movement. Or her incredible breasts bouncing only inches away from my mouth. Or the wisps of hair swaying at her cheeks. Or that confident smirk on her pretty lips.
Everywhere I look is a new detail I want to spend hours memorizing. No,days.Years.
She’s stunning above me, chasing her own pleasure, using me however she needs.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, pushing my hips up into hers. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
I’m unraveling faster than I expected, pleasure rolling through my thighs. My body is rioting with the need to feel her come around me. To spill inside her. To bury myself so deep she can’t forget this.
I give in to the feeling, letting our movements become frantic. A layer of sweat coats my skin, and I grip her hips, tight enough to press little bruises into her skin as I grind up. Her back arches and she mutters a string of incoherent words, hands trembling on my shoulders.
“Give it to me, sweetheart.” I move a hand between us to circle her clit. “I’m right there with you.”
When she gasps out my name and her walls clench around me, the building pressure whirls up my spine and beams out through my limbs. My body tightens and tenses, and I shout her name, pulsing inside her. Ireach around her back to grab her shoulders and crush her to me, low, breathless grunts leaving my chest with every pump of my hips.
“Fable,” I mumble. I’m floating somewhere faraway, where my bones are limp, and my mind is full of a distant humming pleasure. “Say my name again.”
I manage to hear her whisper, “Theo.” Then even softer, “Theo.”
Cradling her against me, I drag my hand up and down her back in soothing movements, letting our bodies settle. “That was—I’m never going to recover.” I sigh into her hair.
“I’m . . . just . . . yeah,” she says, making us both chuckle.
When she pulls away a few moments later, my hands itch to hold on to her. But she sends me a soft smile as she walks to thebathroom. Then we switch places, and I return to the room to find her tucked under the blankets in the bed she chose.
Even though my mindscreamsat me to slide in beside her, I throw myself onto the other one—completely naked and right on top of the covers.
Hands tucked under her cheek, she watches me across the space between our beds. Icopy her position, watching her too.
I pretend the distance isn’t there and we’re right beside each other. Our pillows side by side. Our knees touching. Her lips mere inches from mine. If I close my eyes and pretend hard enough, I might be able to trick myself into sleep.
“Goodnight, Theo.” Soft, golden light coasts over her features.
“Goodnight, Fable,” I whisper back, then reach over to turn off the lamp.
Sheets rustle as she readjusts in the dark. Iclear my throat. A loud sigh rattles out of her.
It’s only a few heartbeats later—honestly, much quicker than I expected—when I hear a mumbled “Goddammit.” More sheet rustling. “Get over here.”
