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With a smirk, I press them together and feather my knuckles over my nipples. “Do you want to play with these?”

Theo eagerly nods, so I bend forward, and he sits up, meeting me halfway. Looking up at me, he wraps his lips around my nipple and gently sucks on it. No one has ever made me feel this way, and Theo makes me realize what I’ve been missing out on.

A hungry groan leaves his lips while he licks my hardened nipple, kissing it. Meanwhile, I’m riding his cock like I’m trying to tame him. His moans and grunts add to my pleasure, and I wonder if my own noises do the same for him.

Theo presses my breasts together, kissing each one and giving them equal attention as I whimper. “I’m going to come.”

“I know, baby. Give me everything before I spill into your tight pussy. I need to hear you scream.”

“Can you?—”

Knowing exactly what I need, Theo lifts me up and flips me so my back is on the bed. Stretching my legs back, he sits straight up and hammers inside me.

Fire spreads through my veins, and my back stiffens as pleasure builds. “Theo!”

“Yes! Just like that!”

As a moan bubbles past my lips, his cock flexes, and he groans.

“Fuck!” I scream, and he holds himself still. He tightens his grip on me as he watches me.

As I come down from my high, he grabs my hips and thrusts twice before his jaw drops, a series of grunts rumbling from his chest. Throwing his head back, he fills me, and the sensation is a sin.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he frees his cock.

He collapses next to me, and I watch him from my peripheral. A small smile creeps onto my face as he works on catching his breath.

“You really like me, don’t you?” I try to sound lighthearted, but I can’t help the small catch in my voice.

He chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close enough that I can feel his breath warm on my cheek.

“More than you know.” He presses his lips to my temple in a way that’s grounding, real. “I’m not going anywhere, Wren.”

I smile, snuggling into him, my heart fluttering. “Promise?”

He squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing little circles. “Promise,” he says softly, his lips lingering against my forehead like a gentle vow.

He scoots closer and drapes his arm over my stomach. “This isn’t a trick, and this isn’t a dream.” He feathers his knuckles over my jawline. “Eres mía y yo soy tuyo.” His voice is thick with emotion as he caresses my jawline.

The way he says it, like it’s a solemn promise, sends a shiver through me.

“What does that mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide with curiosity.

He smiles, brushing his lips softly against mine. “It means you’re mine, and I’m yours. Always.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Theo

A few days pass,and Wren is thrilled it’s Friday because, for her, it’s payday. I’m not entirely sure why she waited until today to go to the store to stock up on essentials. I told her I would happily hand her my wallet, and she could have a field day wherever she wanted.

“You should get these,” I suggest, my lips curling into a sly grin.

She rolls her eyes when I hold up the lacy number. “Those will give me perpetual wedgies.”

“Exactly the point,” I say, imagining how she’d look in it and how fast I’d have them off her.

She gives me that look—the one that’s a mix of exasperation and barely contained amusement, and my heart skips a beat. She has no idea just how much I live for these little moments, the way her lips twitch, trying not to smile, the way she presses a finger to my mouth, laughing as she shakes her head.

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