“I need you,” I whimper.
The mattress shifts again as he settles behind me, and I hear him tear open a condom. “Where do you need me?” he asks, a hand stroking over my hip, squeezing right where the flowers are etched.
“Everywhere,” I offer, which isn’t entirely helpful, but it feels very accurate. Ineed him inside me and all around me and everywhere at once. Idon’t think it’ll ever be enough.
“This where you want me, sweetheart?” he asks, but the way his cock notches at my entrance, I think he already knows.
“Please. Fill me up,” I beg.
In one thrust, he does. With his hands tight around my hips, he pushes into me exactly the way I need. My arm almost gives out, but Theo reaches around to hold the toy as he moves inside me, allowing me to keep myself up with both arms.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asks, deep and gritty. A whimperedyesis all I can manage as he picks up his pace. “Fuck, I want to stay buried here forever.”
My body pulls tight, my back arching, toes curling. “Theo. I’m so close. Please can I come?” A scream lodges in my throat. I’malready pulsing around him, barely able to hold it back.
And then, thank fuck, he murmurs, “Yeah,” in my ear. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
In an instant, I detonate. It’s an earth-shattering, mind-numbing orgasm that starts in the farthest corners of my body and bursts into my core. Ipulse and tremble and my arms finally give out, my shoulders falling to the bed.
Theo pulls out and flips me onto my back. He sets the vibrator aside, and my core is still fluttering when he slides back into me.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes clouding with an emotion I can’t identify. “You feel so perfect around me.” He buries his face in my throat, his weight a delicious pressure over my body.
His movements are slower now—he thrusts into me in deep, achy strokes that I feel all the way in my toes and fingers. My hands rove over his back, pulling him even closer, trying to feel as much of him as I can, desperate to remember every dip and curve of his body.
“I can’t... Idon’t...” He shakes his head, not making any sense. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”
When he pulls back, there’s a deep crease between his brows. Itry to untangle his words and his expression, but it’s all knotted. His gaze searches my face, as if he’s piecing something together, his eyes holding a mixture of longing and confusion? I can’t be sure.
My breath stutters. Something is pooling in the air between us, and it feels a whole lot like the emotions we promised wouldn’t come into this. They’re rising from somewhere deep, insistent and unrestrained, begging to be acknowledged. And Theo doesn’t look entirely sure what to do about them.
I’m not sure either.
He pauses, his thumb sliding gently over my cheekbone. “Fable, I don’t know if I can...” His eyes fall shut, and I hear the words he left unsaid.
I don’t know if I can let this go either. Idon’t know if I can follow the terms I promised I would. Idon’t know if I was meant forno emotionswith him. On some level, they’ve been there all along.
“It’s okay.” I pull him closer, trying to stop whatever is unraveling between us.
He’s trembling as he lets out a needy groan against my throat. Then his pace picks up, deep and relentless. I imagine himreaching a piece of me that’ll never be touched again, like he’s staking a claim that only I’ll know about. It’ll never be as good as this ever again.
And when his mouth comes to mine in an all-consuming kiss, I don’t think I’ll ever be kissed like this again either. Theo will be the keeper of all my favorite kisses.
His lips stay fused to mine as I tumble over the edge and euphoria pools in my lower back and stretches out to my limbs. He mutters a string of words I can’t understand before his grip turns rough and tight, and I feel him pulse inside me.
Our bodies are damp, muscles loose, as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me over with him. He nuzzles against my neck and trails his fingers over me, leisurely drawing lines on my skin.
When my heart rate settles, I whisper, “Theo.”
“Fable,” he whispers back.
“I like you,” I admit, my brain too muddled, my heart brimming with too many emotions to make sense of it all. But I know this one thing. Ilike him. More than I planned to. Enough to hurt. “Atruly maddening amount, I’m afraid.”
A deep exhale—so deep his lungs must be the size of the whole house. “I... like you too,” he says, lips against my temple. “The perfect amount, I’m afraid.”
Chapter 33
Theo
