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He bites again, sinking his teeth into my flesh, and the sting of the pain and the heat of his mouth has me whimpering into his hair. He snarls, bodily lifting me so that I slide up his cock, and then the world ignites when he drives himself home. The orgasm tears me to shreds. My nerve endings riot. My vision strobes with explosions of light. Mouth hanging open, I cradle Theo’s head, crushing him to my chest as I rock against him, too blinded by what’s happening inside my body to even think straight.
By the time I come down from my high, Theo’s pulled back a little and is looking up at me, eyes on my face, studying my features. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” he tells me, his tone rough with need.
“I want to feelyoucome,” I pant.
“And you will. But I’m not done with you yet.”
“Wait, wha—what are youdoing!”I barely have time to wrap my arms around his neck; he stands, holding onto me, smirking ruinously as he hitches his jeans upjustenough so that they won’t fall down…and he heads for the exit.
“You’re stillinsideme!” I yelp.
“And you’d better keep it that way.” He nips and nibbles at me, kissing my neck as he carries me through Toussaint’s dark hallways, and proceeds to carry me up the ever-loving stairs. I nearly come all over again by the time he reaches the second floor; the friction between us feels far too good, but the way he’s teasing my neck his tongue could make me fall apart all by itself.
I’m a trembling wreck by the time he kicks open my bedroom door and carries me inside. “Fuck, Theo. Please. Please, please,please.”
He chuckles darkly as he lays me down on my bed, sliding out of me. “Please what?” He tears his shirt off over his head. In a flash his pants are off, and his boxers are gone.
“Please fuck me!”
His body is fucking glorious. The muscled wall of his stomach. His arms. His sculpted thighs. I can’t stop touching him. Ihaveto stop for a second when he strips me out ofmyclothes. I help as best I can, but I’m so turned on and desperate for him that I can’t seem to make my hands work properly. Once I’m naked, Theo pins them above my head. “You want me?”
“Yes! Fuck! Please!”
“You want me to make you come?” He hovers above me, nestled between my legs, his cock rubbing agonizingly lightly against my clit.
“Yes! Holyshit”
He loves bringing me to breaking point like this. But just when I’m about ready to lose my mind…he slams himself into me, showing no mercy, and I see fucking stars.
“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. Setting a punishing pace, he drives himself into me again and again, until we both can feel it—the point where neither of us could stop, even if we wanted to. It comes on swift and powerful. We climax together, me robbed of all breath, him roaring, and for ten brilliant heartbeats we are the only two people who exist in the world.
After, once we’re capable of movement again, Theo carries me into the shower and washes every inch of me, meticulously cleaning up the mess that he made of me. Again, he teases yet another orgasm out of me, and the feel of my climax ripping through me with hot water pummeling my skin, is sheer, unadulterated heaven.
When I come out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel, I find Theo laying on my bed, unashamedly naked, holding the snow globe he bought for me in New York in his hands. Beside him sits the notebook he was always scribbling in under the tree, back when the winter hadn’t fully captured Toussaint in its grasps yet. He grins at me like a little kid, shaking the snow globe, sending the little flakes of plastic snow inside swirling around the little buildings.
“Remember when I bought this for you?” he asks, offering it to me.
I take it from him, smiling suspiciously. It feels like a miracle that I get to say yes to his question. “Mmhmm. The day I gave you your cello.”
“You asked what the little pirate’s chest in there was for. And I told you I’d put something in there for you?”
“Yes, and you made me promise not to open it,” I say, feigning annoyance.
“Right. Well.” Theo props his chin on his hand, looking at the snow globe. “I want you to open it.”
“Now?” I flip the snow globe over, looking down at its base, but Theo stops me.
“No, not yet. There’s something I want you to read first.” He pats the notebook, looking a little rueful as he does so.
“What is it?”
“Ahh, y’know. Just every lame, heartbroken thing I ever wanted to say to you when I couldn’t. It makes for terrible reading, but…” He shrugs. “I understand if you don’t want—”
“Give me that notebook rightnow, Theodore! I demand to read every last word!”
He laughs unapologetically, shunting himself to the end of the bed. He leaves the book on my pillow. “I’m going to raid the kitchens and find us some food while you dip your toes into that, then. Do you want sweet or savory?” he asks.
My heart thumps a little at the question. I have a theory about Theo. How the guy that I’m in love with is the perfect mix of sweet and savory. Light and dark. Good and bad. I wouldn’t have him any other way. “Both,” I tell him. “Always both.”
