“You sure you can stay quiet for me, Sweetheart?” His voice is a whisper against my skin, but there’s nothing soft about the way he grips my jaw, tilting my face up so he can see every flicker of emotion in my eyes.

I nod, my breath catching.

His smirk is dark. “We’ll see about that.”

He pushes my shirt up, dragging my bra with it until my breasts are bared to the night air. A sharp gasp leaves me before I can stop it, and his eyes flick up, filled with challenge.

“Gotta be quieter than that.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on me—hot, wet, his teeth dragging over my sensitive skin before he bites down, just enough to make my back arch.

A whimper catches in my throat. My hands fly to his hair, fingers twisting in the strands as he soothes the bite with his tongue before moving to the other side and doing it all over again.

“Fucking perfect.” His voice is reverent, but his hands are sinful, gliding lower, undoing the button of my jeans. “I want you just like this—half-dressed, desperate, and completely at my mercy.”

A shiver runs through me.

He doesn’t undress me completely—no, that would be too easy. Instead, he drags my jeans and panties down just past my knees before folding my legs up, pressing them toward my chest.

I barely have time to process it before his voice dips lower, rougher. “You’re gonna stay just like this for me, yeah? All folded up so I can take what’s mine?”

My pulse pounds. My breath hitches.

I nod, but it’s not enough for him.

Theo grips my jaw again, thumb brushing my lower lip. “Use your words, Sweetheart.”

“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper.

“Good girl,” His groan is guttural, almost like the admission undoes him as much as it does me.

He shifts back just enough to shove his own jeans down, his cock springing free. My eyes go wide, breath catching. Even in the dim light, I can see the sheer size of him, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening.

Theo catches my expression and smirks. “You’ve seen it before, Sweetheart.” He strokes himself, slow and lazy. “You can handle it, yeah?”

I nod quickly, heart hammering.

His chuckle is dark, filled with promise.

Then, still watching me, he tugs his shirt up and clenches it between his teeth, baring his stomach, his abs taut with tension as he leans over me again.

I swear, I almost come undone just from the sight of him.

“Eyes on me,” he orders. “I want to see every second of you falling apart for me.”

And then—he thrusts inside, stretching me open, filling me completely, and I realize I have no hope of staying quiet at all.

The world around us disappears.