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My eyes widen.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

Holding onto control by the smallest thread, keeping himself on a tight leash. For me. It’s all for me.

I nod and slick my tongue along my lower lip, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m ready.”

I have to remind myself,I’m ready,even as I guide him to my entrance and he slowly sinks into me.

Tense seconds tick by while my body adjusts to his and the sensation of being filled. My fingers dig into his shoulders to stop him when he’s halfway inside, my muscles gripping him. Inch by inch he pushes forward.

A gasp of pure anticipation escapes me once he’s seated to the hilt.

Theo fills every inch. My knees grip both sides of his waist and his hands hold me in place as I take every inch of him. The pain lasts only moments before it shifts into discomfort. And finally after a few tense seconds where my body has to recalibrate, seconds where we stare at each other, drinking in the sensation of being together, I start to move my hips.

A slight demand to get him to move as well.

Theo draws himself out of me and I cry out when he jerks his hips forward and drives into me fully for a second time.

I grip his shoulders once he begins to take control. Trying to hold on for my life as we move together. It’s more than I expected in every way, and the rest of the world melts away around us. There is only Theo, the odd sensation of being filled, and the energy crackling through my veins.

The most beautiful kind of tension. I wrap my legs around him to get into a more comfortable position and the movement drives him deeper yet. Arching my back brings my breasts up for him and he palms one, massaging it in time with his thrusts.

Before I know what’s going on, he’s pulled out of me with a cry of ecstasy. My head falls back to the mattress as Theo empties himself onto the shirt I hadn’t realized he’d left on the other side of the mattress.

He works himself through his orgasm before turning back to me and kissing me, a searing kiss of possession this time.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

I shake my head. “My body isn’t mine to control anymore. I can’t move.”

“Are you in any pain?”

“No.” I reach for him and pull him back to me, trailing my fingers down the sweat slicked planes of his chest. “No, I’m not. Thank you.”

Copper strands of hair stick to his forehead and I push them aside, tucking them behind his ears. “You don’t have to thank me for something I wanted to do.” This time his kiss is tender, sweet. “Yas…”

I snuggle next to his side and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer until my legs are sprawled over his. “Let’s not talk about it now,” I beg him. “I want to enjoy this. For a little while longer.”

He tenses for a second before letting out a long exhale, his muscles relaxing inch by inch. He marks little circles along my skin with his strong hands. “Anything you want.”

“That was everything I wanted,” I admit. Biting down on my lower lip.

The afterglow won’t last long. When it fades, when I do what I have to do, who knows what else is going to change?

ChapterTwenty-One

It hurts to leave Theo alone in the room, sleeping with one arm flung casually above his head and his expression soft. Snoring slightly and to the point where the sound brings a smile to my face.

Gods, he’s perfect.

Everything about him draws me still even as my body throbs from being imprinted with his. He’d done this for me. He’d come all this way, taken me for the first time, because I asked him.

Now, no matter how much it hurts, I have to do this for him.

I’ve endangered him enough.

It was a mistake to let him get this close, especially when I consider how much I don’t know about the situation I’m walking into. There are a thousand variables and things that could go wrong and I’d been selfish to involve him. Too selfish.

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