Page 86 of Shelter from the Storm

“Then take me,” she demanded, a woman reborn. She’d never felt this powerful, this free.

Theo didn’t intend to take the scenic route, and she was perfectly fine with that. He unfastened her jeans with steady, quick fingers, shoving the denim and her panties down. Gretchen tried to kick them off, but they got stuck on her shoes.

“Dammit,” she muttered, fighting to free herself.

Theo brought his foot down on her jeans, holding them to the floor as he tugged her right knee up, managing to free that one leg.

Apparently, that was all he needed, because he didn’t bother to help her tug the left leg loose. Instead, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, dropped them to his knees, and gripped the back of her thighs.

“Wrap your legs around me and hold on,” he commanded.

The door at her back and Theo’s incredible strength held her up. He didn’t bother to touch her pussy to see if she was wet. He didn’t need to. She was so hot and ready there was probably steam rising.

“Put me inside you.” Theo’s fingers gripping her ass tightly.

Reaching between them, she guided his oh-so-hard and oh-so-fucking-huge dick to her pussy. The first time she’d seen him naked, she genuinely worried he wouldn’t fit. It had been a tiny stretch too much, but she loved feeling so full, and while she wasn’t a fan of pain, she found she didn’t mind Theo’s satisfying tastes of it.

Once the head of his dick slipped in, she released him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and prepared to hold on for dear life, because she’d never seen Theo look at her with so much hunger.

It was heady…and addictive.

“Do it,” she demanded.

Theo might have an alpha side, but for some reason, it turned him on when she was the one asking for what she wanted.

“As you wish,” he murmured in her ear.

And then, it was on. Theo slammed inside as Gretchen’s head reared back, banging against the door.

“God, yes,” she cried out, as he took her with a force and a need that matched her own. Gretchen’s ability to move was limited, but she still tried, using her grip around his neck to pull herself up during his withdrawals before slamming back down to meet him on the return.

Theo adjusted his grip on her ass, slanting her hips until he found that previously undiscovered spot inside her.

“Ahh!” she gasped when he stroked what she’d always considered romance novel fiction until their first time together.

Her G-spot.

Theo slammed in and out, their bodies slick with sweat. She was no fan of working out, but she could see herself becoming an exercise junkie if this counted. They came together in a flurry of fast, hard, rough, powerful thrusts.

“Touch your clit,” Theo demanded, his voice husky.

Gretchen did as he asked because she was so close, right there. She gasped as she stroked herself, and Theo pounded even harder.

“Theo!” she shouted.

“I’m there, kitten. With me.”

Gretchen’s entire body tensed, the orgasm so powerful it almost hurt. Her hands flew to Theo’s shoulders, riding out the storm as he came inside her.

She loved the way he called out her names as he climaxed. “Gretchen. Kitten!”

Once they landed, her legs dropped from his waist heavily, though she wasn’t sure they were strong enough to hold her up. Mercifully, somehow, Theo seemed to have an endless supply of strength, his hands gripping her waist, steadying her until she found her sea legs.

They remained there, leaning against the door for several minutes, simply clinging to each other.

Then Theo pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you.”

This was the second time Theo had said those words to her. And now, like the last time, she froze.

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