Page 98 of Twisted Shot
She cries out, arching into the pull of his lips around her nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing as his fingers toy with the other in lazy, electric caresses that leave her gasping.
“You like that?” he growls, his breath hot against her pebbled skin.
He lowers his mouth again, tongue circling before he scrapes his teeth over the peak, and she jerks under him, clutching at his hair.
“Oh my god, don’t stop,” she pants, trembling with need as more wetness floods between her legs.
Her hand slips into his boxers, wrapping around the thick heat of him. He groans into her neck, a raw, low sound that makes her core throb.
She strokes him, slow and deliberate, brushing her thumb over the bead of moisture at his tip.
“I need you,” she whispers, voice breaking with desperation.
Theo lifts his head, eyes dark with something almost savage. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that.”
He kisses her hard, then slides out his boxers, shedding the last barrier between them. She hears the crinkle of foil and watches, breathless,as he rolls a condom over his length. Her mouth goes dry. He’s huge. But she wants him. She wants all of him.
He parts her legs, and then—finally—he’s pressing in, thick and unrelenting. She’s so wet, so ready, he slides in smoothly, and she lets out a choked sob of relief.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
She wraps her legs around him, digging her fingers into the firm curve of his ass as he sinks deeper, stretching her inch by delicious inch. He moans—raw and guttural—as her body clenches around him.
“Baby, you feel so good,” he growls. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
His hips roll against hers, slow at first, deep and deliberate, and her nerves explode with every thrust. She clutches at him, nails dragging across his back, urging him faster, harder—and he obeys.
He captures her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head, while his other grips her hip tight, holding her in place as he drives into her with growing urgency. There’s no escape, no reprieve—only the mind-blowing rhythm of his body against hers, relentless and consuming.
Pleasure builds low in her belly, burning brighter, sharper with every stroke. She’s close. So close.
He fucks her like he owns her, like he’s claiming her from the inside out. Her body burns, writhes beneath him, every muscle straining. The sound of skin slapping, of her broken moans and cries, fills the room.
“I told you I’d make you scream, Daisy,” he rasps in her ear. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you ever since I met you. You’ve been haunting me. And you’re mine now.”
He punctuates his next words with a deep thrust of his hips that has Mila seeing stars.
“All mine.”
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps. His words are her undoing.
“Do it,” he growls, biting down on her neck. “Come for me, baby. Be my good girl.”
And when she does, it’s a detonation. Her body bows, shudders, tightens around him like a vice. She hears herself crying out, barelyrecognizes her own voice. Her orgasm rips through her, wave after wave, as he pounds into her with savage, perfect precision.
He grunts, deeper now, rougher, his rhythm faltering as she clenches around him. With a last thrust, he groans her name, spilling into the condom as he collapses against her, spent and shuddering.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of their ragged breathing. The sweat-slicked press of his chest to hers, heart to heart.
Then, gently, he shifts, cradling her close and rolling them onto their sides. One big hand slides into her hair. The other circles her hip.
When she opens her eyes, he’s watching her. A certain contentedness has overtaken his typically guarded expression, although still with a lingering shine of lust in his hazel eyes. She gazes into the mosaic of green and amber, utterly lost in his beauty. She can’t believe this man has chosen her. That he’s hers.
“Favorite movie?” she asks lazily, her voice muffled against the warm skin of Theo’s chest.
“Easy,” he replies, his fingers gliding in long, rhythmic strokes down her bare back. “Rudy. A classic.”
She lifts an eyebrow, smirking as she rests her chin against him so she can see his face. “Big fan of the underdog?”
