“Gods, you’re so pretty like this.” His voice was shaking and his cock was hard as a rock, watching how excited this made her, watching his fingers slide simultaneously in and out of her. He loved that this was new to her and that he was the one to introduce it to her.

“I’m going to come, Theo,” she whispered. “Oh . . .”

She came, her body rocking and spasming under his hands. Before the last of her climax had run out, he lifted up, pushing his boxers down to his knees impatiently and slid root-deep inside her.

Her silken inner muscles were still pulsing. They gripped his shaft warm and tight, milking him as he began to thrust in and out. He rode her fast and hard, his hands on either side of her head and his gaze holding hers as he moved deep within her.

Her eyes were a little glazed and her facial muscles slack from the aftermath of her climax. She hooked her legs around his hips and met him thrust for thrust, driving him as far into the center of her as he could go.

Gods, how happy he was to be able to touch her so deeply. As deeply into her body as she’d touched his heart. It was frightening how much he’d come to care for her, but he couldn’t deny it.

“Sarafina,” he murmured roughly. He wanted to say so much more. But it wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

She kissed him, reaching out and pulling his head close to hers. Their lips touched softly at first, then needier and needier, like they couldn’t get enough of each other’s taste. Their tongues meshed, hot and soft as their bodies fused, becoming one for such a short period of time.

He wanted it to be forever.

The thought was pure and deep, singing through his blood like a promise of something he wanted with every inch of his heart and soul, yet could never have because he knew he would destroy it, crush it.

Obliterate it.

He pushed the thoughts away as pleasure rose up from his balls, crashing over him like a tidal wave he couldn’t stop.

“Sarafina.” He whispered her name as she came for the second time, “Theo” spilling from her lips simultaneously.

Together, limbs intertwined, they dissolved into ecstasy.

Once it had passed, he rolled to the side and pulled her close, inhaling the scent of her hair. When he was with Sarafina, he felt content. At peace. It was the only time he ever did.

There was a part of Theo that wanted to welcome Sarafina into his life and keep her with him always. But to do that, he would have to be certain that he was making her as happy as she made him. Anything less wouldn’t be fair to her.

And Theo had never been the one to make anyone happy.