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“Can you suck on my clit?” I whimper.

“I’ll worship you,” he rasps.

“Take these off,” I demand, licking the curve of his neck before sucking on the pulse thrumming beneath his skin.

He’s quick to obey, dropping his jeans to the floor and stepping free of them without missing a beat. My hand returns to his cock, tracing its length with just enough pressure for him to?—

“Yes, baby,” he moans as his hips stutter toward my touch, but I pull back before giving him relief.

I should torment him the way he did me, but my need outweighs my restraint. My clit throbs with desperation, the ache unbearable. I lie back on the bed, spreading my legs in invitation, and he joins without hesitation.

Propping myself on my elbows, I watch as he lowers himself between my thighs. He kisses his way up, each press of his lips sending shockwaves through me. By the time he hovers over my entrance, his warm breath tickling my skin, I’m trembling.

He flicks his gaze upward, locking with mine. Those gorgeous, hungry eyes rake over me, and the weight of his attention bolsters my resolve.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers just before his tongue brushes my clit, and the world dissolves into pure, unrelenting pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” Theo’s voice is low and rough, the heat of his breath grazing my pussy.

His tongue slides over me, moving to my folds. When his lips return to my clit, he kisses it tenderly, and my composure breaks. My back meets the bed as the tension I’ve been clinging to slips away.

Giving myself over to him is easy. I close my eyes and let every sensation consume me. His warmth, the skilled way his tongue moves—every flick, every stroke—is perfectly orchestrated.

Then, as if he knows I’m teetering on the edge, he slides his hand up my body, cupping my breast. His fingers find my nipple, brushing over it lightly at first, then pinching just enough to make me gasp.

“Fuck,” I moan, a sharp inhale tightening my chest as my back arches off the bed.

The sounds of him—soft groans mixed with the wet noises of his mouth—fill the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing back to me. I never thought I’d find those noises so. . . intoxicating.

I scoot closer to him, craving more,needingmore. Theo curls his arm around my thigh, locking me in place against his mouth. The added pressure makes me groan, his tongue flicking over myclit in unpredictable intervals. One moment soft and teasing, the next firm and relentless.

My thighs quiver as waves of electricity ripple through me. My chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, my grip on the sheets tightening like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality.

Theo’s moans vibrate against me, low and primal, pulling a cry from my lips. “Yes, don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t. Shaking his head slightly, he increases his pace. The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until I can’t hold on any longer.

My body tenses, and a tidal wave of ecstasy crashes into me. My hips lift off the bed, but Theo’s hands are firm, holding me in place as he keeps going, drawing out every last tremor of my orgasm.

“Theo!” I scream, the intensity leaving me breathless and quivering.

He doesn’t move from his spot, lapping at me as though my release is the only thing he needs.

I suck in air while opening my eyes and catch him kneeling above me. I drag my gaze over his toned chest.

He presses a kiss to my thigh, his lips warm and soft. “Move up toward the pillows.”

My limbs are jelly, but I obey, rolling onto my stomach and crawling to the headboard. Collapsing onto the pillows, I try to catch my breath, my body still tingling.

I’m spent. My body hums with the aftermath, every muscle relaxed, every nerve dulled. Surely, he’ll let me recover?—

“Come here, baby girl,” Theo murmurs, his voice sending a fresh shiver through me. His lips skim over my waistline as his hands find my hips.

Before I can respond, he flips me onto my back. Those eyes meet mine, dark and smoldering.

“We’re not done yet.”

Chapter Forty-Six

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