“Hold on tight, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with heat. “Because I’m going to ruin you the way you’ve ruined me.”

Then he thrusts into me, slow but deep, and my breath catches, my body stretching to take him. He’s thick, almost too much, and I cling to him, nails digging into his back. A strangled moan threatens to escape, but Theo’s hand covers my mouth, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

“Shh, baby,” he rasps, lips brushing against my ear. “You need to be quiet. Unless you want your brother kicking down the door.”

The thought barely registers. All I can focus on is the delicious drag of his cock as he pulls back and slides in again, stretching me, filling me so perfectly I can feel him everywhere. I bite my lip hard enough to sting, my legs locking around his waist, urging him deeper.

“Fuck,” Theo groans, burying his face in my neck, his breath hot and uneven. “You feel so good. So wet. So tight. And there’s nothing between us.” His teeth scrape lightly over my pulse, his voice deepening into a raw, filthy tone. “Do you feel that? How deep I am? How perfect you are around me?”

A shudder wracks my spine, pleasure curling low in my stomach. “Theo—”

“I know, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, rolling his hips, grinding deeper. “You’re squeezing me so damn tight. I swear to God, I’m never using a condom with you again.”

The admission sends a fresh wave of heat through me, my body pulsing around him in response. Theo feels it, groaning low in his throat as he pins my wrists above my head, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.

“You’re ruining me,” he whispers against my lips, his voice dark and possessive. “I’ll never be able to fuck you with anything between us now. Just bare. Just like this. Feeling every inch of you wrapped around me, soaking me, pulling me deeper.”

I whimper, my head tipping back, pleasure burning white-hot beneath my skin.

“That’s it, Sweetheart,” Theo grits out, his mouth dragging over my jaw, my throat. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Each deep thrust drives me closer, the coil in my stomach winding impossibly tight. My body is on fire, every nerve ending buzzing, my senses filled with him—his scent, his taste, the way he sounds when he’s losing control.

“Please,” I whisper, voice breaking.

His grip tightens. “I know, baby. I know. Give it to me.”

And then I do—shattering around him, my body clenching down, pleasure wracking through me so fiercely I have to bury my face in his shoulder to muffle the cry. Theo follows with a rough curse, his body shuddering as he buries himself deep, spilling into me with a ragged groan.

For a moment, all that exists is the sound of our breathing, heavy and uneven.