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My gaze drifted downward as his hands did, and I ran my tongue over my lower lip as he rolled the condom over his erection.
He was right.
This was way more important than how, where, and when he’d obtained some condoms.
Theo positioned himself between my legs again, parting my thighs with his firm grip. He stroked the head of his cock against my clit, and I jolted. I was so sensitive from his tyrannical regime of foreplay that I felt another orgasm would explode out of me if he touched it again.
He slowly pushed, and his cock eased inside me. I drew in a sharp breath at the sensation of him burying himself deep inside me.
It was official.
He had the Goldilocks of cocks.
Not too big, not too thick. It hit the good spots without any hint of pain or discomfort.
It was just right.
He spread his fingers on my thighs and looked down as he moved. His thrusts were slow but deep, and there was something so ridiculously sexy about him watching as he slid in and out of me.
“Chloe.” He released my legs and leant over me, planting his hands either side of my head. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Oomph!” was all I could reply when he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him against me, and angled my hips to take him deeper.
Theo groaned, pushing further into me. “You want more? You want it deeper?” He nipped my lower lip.
“Yeah,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulder. “You’d said you’d die if you didn’t fuck me, so fuck me properly, Theo.”
“Fuck. You’re going to kill me either way.”
“Make it worthwhile, then.”
It was as if my words flipped a switch in him—like they gave him permission to let loose and do what he really wanted to. His kisses became hungrier, and his thrusts were deeper and harder. He fucked me just the right side of rough with the perfect air of desperation, one that sang with need and desire.
And I was at his mercy.
Whatever tune he played, my body danced to it. I was nothing but a puppet whose strings he controlled with each stroke, each kiss, each gentle nibble.
Sweat slicked our bodies, and my muscles tensed and released over and over as he painstakingly dragged the deepest, purest kind of pleasure out of my body. It was as if my body was surrendering entirely to him to the point I didn’t know where my euphoria ended and his began.
It was romantic and rough at the same time.
Explosive.
Like this was something that’d been stewing between us much longer than a mere day. Like this had been simmering away under the surface, a quiet but consuming lust I hadn’t realised existed until now.
And I knew, as he brought me to another orgasm and released his own, that I’d lost more than just my body to Theodore Black tonight.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE – CHLOE
Heart to Heart
“You’re kind of needy, do you know that?”
Theo peered down at me from where he was leaning against the headboard and reached down to brush some hair from my face. “I’m aware, but it’s the first time anyone has ever said it out loud.”
“You’re welcome.” I patted my hand against his lightly toned stomach. “So, uh… What do we do now?”
He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean, what do we do now?”
