His grin widens, dark and knowing.

“Let’s see how many more we can get with me inside of you.”

My whole body clenches.

He smirks as he feels my reaction, and leans down, his mouth brushing my ear.

“Still think I can do better?” He murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.

I barely manage to nod, and he chuckles, the sound low and knowing.

His hand trails down my body, teasing, grazing over oversensitive skin, sending little shivers of anticipation through me.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” he says, shifting above me, his cock pressing thick and heavy against my thigh. “I want you to tell me how bad you want it.”

A desperate whimper slips past my lips. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t bring myself to care—not when he’s looking at me like that like he’s starving for me.

“Theo, please—”

“Please what, Sweetheart?” He tuts, shaking his head. “You gotta be specific.”

He drags the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing, pressing just enough that I can feel it, but not enough to give me what I need.

I arch up, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside me—”

His hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up so I have to meet his eyes.

“Good girl.”

I shudder.

His expression shifts, eyes darkening like he’s just unlocked something. He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, gaze dropping to my mouth.

“You like when I call you my Good Girl?” His voice is pure sin, he phrased it like a question but we both know the answer.

I bite my lip, my face heating, but I nod.

He groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, that’s good to know.”

His grip tightens, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine as he whispers, “You’re gonna be my very good girl tonight.”

And then he thrusts into me, slow but deep, stretching me open inch by inch, filling me so completely that I can’t do anything but gasp, my fingers digging into his back.

Theo groans, dropping his forehead against mine like he’s barely holding on to his control.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You feel so goddamn good.”

He pulls back—just enough to slam back in, making me cry out.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice all praise, all hunger. “That’s what I want to hear.”

He starts to move, setting a slow, punishing rhythm, making sure I feel every single inch of him.

“Gonna keep you here all night,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my throat. “Gonna find out exactly how many times my good girl can come for me.”

And judging by the way he’s ruining me, I know he means it.

24

Selene

“You absolute fucking menace!”