Page 51 of Reckless: Chaos

His grip tightens in my hair. “Wait,” he manages, though his voice is wrecked. “Want to be inside you when I come.”

The words send electricity down my spine. I let him pull me up, gasping when he flips us over in one smooth motion.

“Need you,” he breathes against my mouth. “Need to feel you around me.”

The weight of him pressing me into the nest makes my head spin. Every point of contact burns—his chest against mine, his hands gripping my hips, his cock sliding against me where I’m still sensitive from his mouth.

“Then take me,” I challenge, arching up to nip at his bottom lip.

His laugh holds an edge of desperation. “Not yet.” His mouth finds my pulse point, sucking hard enough to mark. “Want you desperate for it first.”

Before I can protest, he’s moving down my body again, leaving a trail of bites and kisses that make me squirm. When he reaches my breasts, he takes his time—alternating between gentle and rough until I’m gasping his name.

“Please,” I manage when he scrapes his teeth across a particularly sensitive spot.

“Not yet,” he repeats, sliding lower. His tongue traces patterns on my stomach that make my muscles jump. “Still haven’t learned all your sweet spots.”

I can feel his slick dripping onto my thigh where his cock presses against me, making me ache to have him inside. But every time I try to rush him, he just holds me down and goes slower.

“Theo—” His name breaks on a moan as he slides two fingers back inside me, curling them just right while his thumb circles my clit.

“Yes?” He sounds far too composed for someone leaking slick all over my leg. “Something you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Do I?” His fingers twist inside me, making my back bow. “Tell me. In detail.”

“Want you to fuck me,” I gasp as he adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously. “Want to feel you inside me, want?—”

He cuts me off with a kiss that steals my breath. When he pulls back, his eyes are almost black with desire.

“Since you asked so nicely...”

He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Even here I can feel how slick he is, how ready. When he starts pushing in, we both groan at the stretch, the fullness, the perfect way he fills me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, trembling with the effort of going slow. “You feel incredible.”

Every inch sends sparks of pleasure up my spine. By the time he’s fully seated, we’re both panting. His omega slick makes everything deliciously wet, each small movement smooth and electric.

“Move,” I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Instead of the hard thrust I expect, he rolls his hips in a slow grind that hits spots I didn’t even know I had. Each stroke is deliberate, measured, driving me slowly but surely toward madness.

“Like this?” he asks, voice rough as he pulls almost all the way out before sliding deep again. “Or like this?” The next thrust comes harder, making me cry out.

“Both,” I manage, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Everything. Just don’t stop.”

His laugh turns into a moan as I clench around him. “Not stopping. Could fuck you for hours like this.” He punctuates the words with a particularly deep thrust. “One of the perks of omega stamina. Can come and keep going, stay hard inside you until you’re begging for mercy.”

The promise in his words sends warmth spiraling through me. Each thrust gets harder, faster, his control starting to slip as pleasure builds between us. His slick makes obscene sounds with every movement, adding to the symphony of our shared pleasure.

“Close?” he asks, sliding a hand between us to work my clit.

“Yes—fuck—” The dual stimulation has me riding the edge. “Theo, please.”

“Come for me,” he growls, abandoning his careful rhythm for something harder, deeper. “Want to feel you come on my cock before I fill you up.”

His words and touch send me over the edge, my release hitting hard as I cry out his name. He follows right after, groaning as he spills inside me, his body trembling against mine.

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