I lift my hips to help him, anticipation thrumming through me, my skin already on fire.

Theo looks up, his mouth hovering over where I need him most, his eyes locking with mine. He murmurs, “I want to feel you come apart for me.”

Then his mouth is on me, and everything shatters.

A sharp gasp rips from my throat, but Theo is already there, his hand sliding up my stomach, covering my mouth before the sound can escape.

“Shh,” he murmurs against my skin, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight through me. “Unless you want your brother kicking down the door.”

That sobers me—for a second. But then his tongue flicks against me, and I bite down on my lip so hard I might bruise. My fingers fist in the sheets, my back arching off the mattress as heat coils tight in my core.

Theo’s grip on my hip tightens, pinning me down as he works me with devastating precision. Every slow stroke of his tongue, every teasing press of his lips, has me spiraling higher, the tension winding, winding, winding—

And then he stops.

A whimper of frustration catches in my throat, my hips rolling instinctively toward him, desperate for more.

Theo chuckles, dark and smug, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “Easy, Sweetheart. I’ll give you exactly what you need—but first…” He sits up between my thighs, fingers trail up my stomach, teasing, possessive, before brushing the underside of my breast. “Tell me you have protection.”

My pulse stumbles, my brain barely catching up through the haze of need. “I have an IUD,” I manage, my voice breathless.

He exhales sharply, his fingers flexing against my skin. “Fuck, that’s good,” he mutters, pressing a lingering kiss to the swell of my breast. “Because I don’t have a condom on me. Wasn’t exactly planning on coming over for a booty call—just wanted to see you.”

A warmth unfurls in my chest at the confession, but there’s no time to dwell on it before he shifts, his mouth hovering just above where I need him most.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, voice rough, strained.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“I’m clean,” he says, voice rough. “This is the first time I’ve ever gone in bare.” His fingers tighten on my thigh, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “And fuck, Selene, you have no idea how hot that is—how good it’s gonna feel sliding inside you with nothing between us.”

A shiver racks my spine, anticipation winding tight in my core.

Theo’s breath is warm against my skin, his body pressed flush against mine, every inch of him searing into me. His fingers tangle in my hair, his grip firm but careful, like he’s barely holding himself back.