Another orgasm rips through me, and Theo eats up every second of it, groaning as I clench around him again. “Christ, I could stay buried inside you all fucking night.”

“Theo—” My voice is barely a whisper, my body trembling.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine, his words soft but filthy as he slows his thrusts.

“One more, Sweetheart. Just one more, and then I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

I whimper, already so close I can’t think.

“You can do it for me, can’t you?” His hand moves between us again, his thumb pressing just right. “Be my good girl and give me one more.”

That’s all it takes.

Pleasure crashes over me again, my vision blurring as my body clenches around him, my cries muffled against his shoulder.

Theo groans, gripping my hips as his movements turn rough and desperate. “Fucking perfect.”

And then, finally, he lets himself go.

His breath stutters as he thrusts deep, his entire body tensing before shuddering against mine. A low, guttural groan slips past his lips, and I swear I could come again just from the way he sounds.

For a long moment, neither of us move.

Then, Theo presses a slow, lingering kiss to my shoulder, murmuring against my skin. “Goddamn, Sweetheart. You were made for me.”

28

Theo

The porch is quiet, wrapped in a stillness that only comes deep in the night—when the world feels impossibly far away like nothing else exists beyond the two of us.

The air is cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering between us. Selene is curled up against me, tucked neatly under my arm on the old double rocking chair, her bare legs tangled with mine beneath the blanket. The scent of her skin—that intoxicating mix of sweat, shampoo, a scent that’s uniquely her—lingers in the air, keeping me anchored to this moment.

She fits against me like she was always meant to.

For a while, we just sit there, rocking gently, caught in the space between exhaustion and contentment. She traces small, absentminded patterns along my ribs, her fingers featherlight but devastating. Every so often, I feel her breath catch like she wants to say more but can’t quite bring herself to.

I tighten my arm around her, not enough to smother her, just enough to remind her she’s not alone.

If I could freeze time, this is the moment I’d choose. The warmth of her body against mine. The easy rhythm of the chair. The way the night feels endless and safe.

Perfect.

It’s dangerous—how much I want this.

Selene shifts slightly, her cheek pressing against my chest as she exhales, finally breaking the silence. “You’re quiet,” she murmurs, her voice softer than usual.