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“Theo— Please— Fuck, right there!”

“Here?” he whispers before driving into my G-spot.

I cry out, and he smiles devilishly in response. “There it is.”

Gripping the underside of my thighs, he settles on his knees and holds me against him until he’s steady. My back is lifted off the mattress, and I can’t help but grind against him. It’s euphoric, and I never want it to stop.

“You have no idea how sexy you are.”

“Theo—”

When he hits the same spot, my head presses against the pillow, and he grins with a low hum. “Right here?”

“Yes!” I cry out as he hammers into me, bringing me to a cusp I haven’t been to before.

Every muscle in my body tightens, and my vision becomes spotty. I ball the sheets in my fists, tugging on them while this sensation rocks me.

“You’re so close, baby. Give in, give me everything you have,” Theo orders.

“Fuck!” My jaw hangs open as my muscles quake from the pleasure.

Holding me against him, he keeps himself positioned so he’s still pressing into my sensitive spot as I ride out this wave. This is nothing like when I touch myself. This orgasm is deep and bone rattling. I’m completely satisfied and dizzy.

As I gasp for air, Theo settles his chest against mine and slows his rhythm. “Are you okay?” he murmurs. This time, when I nod, he doesn’t tell me to speak. “Good, because I’m going to need you to come again.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Theo

It’s takingevery ounce of control I have not to finish, but I need her to come undone around me one more time. I need to hear those breathless moans, see her hazel eyes glaze over with that look only I can elicit. I’m a selfish, greedy bastard, and I don’t care.

“You’ve got one more in you,” I murmur, my voice low and rough as I arch her leg higher, pushing deeper, savoring every tight, wet inch.

She gasps, her head falling back, nails digging into my back as I hold myself steady, thrusting harder, deeper, addicted to the way her walls clench around me.

“Theo, I—” She moans, voice breaking. “I don’t think I can...”

“You can. And you will,” I growl against her mouth, my words possessive, unrelenting.

She trembles, whimpering my name in a long, needy breath, and when I kiss her, she melts into me, her body arching, yielding, as I hit that perfect spot again and again.

“Yes, mi amor?” I murmur against her lips, and she shudders beneath me.

Her nails rake down my back in delicious pain as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. She’s so damn perfect it makes my head spin.

“That feels... Theo, it’s incredible,” she moans, her voice a breathless whisper, and I can feel her body starting to quiver, edging closer, her grip on me tightening.

I chuckle, dark and low, biting down gently on her neck, reveling in the shivers that ripple through her. “You want me to hit that spot again? Or...” I pause, holding myself deep inside her, pressing up into her, grinding against her in a way that will drive her wild. “Is this good?” I rasp, rough with restraint.

“Holy . . . fuck.”

Her body starts to shake, her legs tightening around me, and the pressure building inside me is hotter, harder, until it’s almost too much to bear. She has me teetering on the edge like no one else, my head spinning, pulse pounding.

She wraps one leg around my waist and meets my thrusts, her hips rolling up to meet mine, our bodies moving in sync, building higher, faster. I press my lips to her neck, groaning against her skin as I suck, leaving a mark, staking my claim.

Her skin is warm and impossibly soft beneath my touch, and I revel in the way she molds into me, matching each of my thrusts. Her breath hitches against my shoulder, and my body responds with an intensity I’ve never felt before. Every moan, every shiver—each sensation is amplified, searing an imprint on my mind.

“I’m coming, Theo!” Her body tenses, and her walls tighten around me, dragging me under, pulling me over the edge.

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