It’s just Theo—his weight pressing me into the blanket, his hands gripping my thighs, his cock stretching me open with a slow, unrelenting thrust.

I gasp, my head falling back, but he doesn’t let me escape. One strong hand grips my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his. “Keep looking at me, Sweetheart.”

I do. I can’t look anywhere else.

Theo clenches his jaw, his muscles taut as he buries himself to the hilt, filling me so completely I swear I feel him everywhere. His shirt is still clenched between his teeth, his bare stomach flexing as he stills inside me, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” His voice is strained, reverent. “You always take me so goddamn well, baby. Like you were made just for me.”

Heat crashes through me at his words. My fingers claw at his back, desperate for anything that can ground me. “Theo—”

“Shh.” He smirks, voice rough as he pulls back, the drag of him making my toes curl. “I told you I was gonna do better, didn’t I?”

I nod frantically.

He groans, watching me like I’m to be worshiped. “Then let me take care of you.”

And he does.

His pace is slow at first—each thrust deliberate, measured, designed to build me up so torturously that I can’t do anything but whimper his name. But when I try to rock my hips up to meet him, desperate for more, he pins me down, making a tsking sound.

“Not yet, Sweetheart. I’m in charge, remember?”

I nod, already wrecked. “Please—”

He groans like my begging is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. “God, I fucking love when you beg.”

Then his hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles in time with his thrusts.

It’s too much. It’s perfect.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice is nothing but gravel and sin. “I want to feel you come around me. I want to hear those sweet little sounds you make when I ruin you.”

The orgasm hits me hard, knocking the air from my lungs. My back arches, a strangled moan slipping past my lips as I clench around him, pleasure rocketing through me.

Theo groans, his grip tightening. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s my good girl.”

I shudder at the praise, still trembling as he barely gives me a moment to breathe before rolling his hips again, never once letting me come down from my high.

“Think you can give me another?” His thumb teases my clit again, dragging slow, lazy circles. “I think you can. I think you’ll give me as many as I want.”

I gasp, already teetering on the edge again.

Theo watches me fall apart, his expression full of dark satisfaction, of hunger, of a deeper emotion. “That’s it, baby. So fucking beautiful like this—wrecked, desperate, falling apart just for me.”