Page 108 of Begin Again

And he does.

His pace isslowat 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 mygood 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.”

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. “Fuckingperfect.”

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.”

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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.

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