Page 70 of Begin Again

Then his mouth is on me, and everything shatters.

A sharp gasp rips from my throat, but Theo is already there, his hand sliding up my stomach, covering my mouth before the sound can escape.

“Shh,” he murmurs against my skin, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight through me. “Unless you want your brother kicking down the door.”

That sobers me—for a second. But then his tongue flicks against me, and I bite down on my lip so hard I might bruise. My fingers fist in the sheets, my back arching off the mattress as heat coils tight in my core.

Theo’s grip on my hip tightens, pinning me down as he works me with devastating precision. Every slow stroke of his tongue, every teasing press of his lips, has me spiraling higher, the tension winding, winding, winding—

And then he stops.

A whimper of frustration catches in my throat, my hips rolling instinctively toward him, desperate for more.

Theo chuckles, dark and smug, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “Easy, Sweetheart. I’ll give you exactly what you need—but first…” He sits up between my thighs, fingers trail up my stomach, teasing, possessive, before brushing the underside of my breast. “Tell me you have protection.”

My pulse stumbles, my brain barely catching up through the haze of need. “I have an IUD,” I manage, my voice breathless.

He exhales sharply, his fingers flexing against my skin. “Fuck, that’s good,” he mutters, pressing a lingering kiss to the swell of my breast. “Because I don’t have a condom on me. Wasn’t exactly planning on coming over for a booty call—just wanted to see you.”

A warmth unfurls in my chest at the confession, but there’s no time to dwell on it before he shifts, his mouth hovering just above where I need him most.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, voice rough, strained.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“I’m clean,” he says, voice rough. “This is the first time I’ve ever gone in bare.” His fingers tighten on my thigh, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “And fuck, Selene, you have no idea how hot that is—how good it’s gonna feel sliding inside you with nothing between us.”

A shiver racks my spine, anticipation winding tight in my core.

Theo’s breath is warm against my skin, his body pressed flush against mine, every inch of him searing into me. His fingers tangle in my hair, his grip firm but careful, like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Hold on tight, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with heat. “Because I’m going to ruin you the way you’ve ruined me.”

Then he thrusts into me, slow but deep, and my breath catches, my body stretching to take him. He’s thick, almost too much, and I cling to him, nails digging into his back. A strangled moan threatens to escape, but Theo’s hand covers my mouth, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

“Shh, baby,” he rasps, lips brushing against my ear. “You need to be quiet. Unless you want your brother kicking down the door.”

The thought barely registers. All I can focus on is the delicious drag of his cock as he pulls back and slides in again, stretching me, filling me so perfectly I can feel him everywhere. I bite my lip hard enough to sting, my legs locking around his waist, urging him deeper.

“Fuck,” Theo groans, burying his face in my neck, his breath hot and uneven. “You feel so good. So wet. So tight. And there’s nothing between us.” His teeth scrape lightly over my pulse, his voice deepening into a raw, filthy tone. “Do you feel that? How deep I am? How perfect you are around me?”

A shudder wracks my spine, pleasure curling low in my stomach. “Theo—”

“I know, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, rolling his hips, grinding deeper. “You’re squeezing me so damn tight. I swear to God, I’m never using a condom with you again.”

The admission sends a fresh wave of heat through me, my body pulsing around him in response. Theo feels it, groaning low in his throat as he pins my wrists above my head, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.

“You’re ruining me,” he whispers against my lips, his voice dark and possessive. “I’ll never be able to fuck you with anything between us now. Just bare. Just like this. Feeling every inch of you wrapped around me, soaking me, pulling me deeper.”

I whimper, my head tipping back, pleasure burning white-hot beneath my skin.

“That’s it, Sweetheart,” Theo grits out, his mouth dragging over my jaw, my throat. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Each deep thrust drives me closer, the coil in my stomach winding impossibly tight. My body is on fire, every nerve ending buzzing, my senses filled with him—his scent, his taste, the way he sounds when he’s losing control.

“Please,” I whisper, voice breaking.

His grip tightens. “I know, baby. I know. Give it to me.”

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