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He doesn’t quit, doesn’t back off. He thrives on my pain, on pounding into my tightest hole.

On being the one who takes my virginity there, as well. I don’t have to hear him say it to know loves owning every part of me.

“I’m better, yes.” The last bit of pain finally slips away, morphing into pleasure. “A lot better.”

Theo’s pounding is a demonstration of his affection for me. “Good.”

The tapping sounds I hear now aren’t those of a pen hitting a table anymore. It’s Theo’s pelvis bumping against my ass, of flesh slapping flesh.

The air conditioner prevents us from sweating, but without it, the clinic would’ve lit up in flames.

“You have a tight little asshole. No wonder it overheated.” His hips push me forward, his hands holding me in place by my hair and waist. “The kind of hole to make a man come so hard he’ll never want to fuck another woman again.”

His smirk tells me what his mouth explains a second later. “It’s my professional opinion. But you can tell your boyfriend I said so.”

Theo swells inside me, his orgasm nearing. I’m right there too, his thrusting pushing me into an intense, blinding, explosive orgasm.

“Theo,” I whisper.

“Shh,” he admonishes, but he can’t hide his satisfaction any longer. It’s in the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, at how his lips pull up. “Gonna come in your ass, going to complete”—grunt—“the treatment. Like applying balm on the area. You’ll leave it there throughout the day, won’t wipe it off even when it leaks.”

My body, still reeling from my orgasm, relishes the idea. To have his semen there too, inside me, until we see each other tonight. I might come again if he keeps it up.

“Okay.” I arch my back, needing the contact, the warmth, all of him. “Whatever you say.”

“Good girl.”

He drops the role play, hauling me up and sealing his lips on mine. He kisses me, biting me, sucking me in as he fucks me hard and fast.

Theo tugs on my hair more tenderly now. He tilts my head further to allow him better access to my mouth. His tongue dips behind my teeth, his hot breath mingling with mine.

He fucks me mercilessly and fuck, I…I love it. I love him.

I would’ve said it, too. Except Theo beats me to it.

“I love you, Prue.” The confession pours out of him in clipped words, as though he couldn’t hold it in a second longer. “You’re my goddamn everything. I don’t care it’s been less than a month. I. Love. You.”

“I love you, too. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan as another orgasm ripples through me. “I love you too so much.”

We don’t talk after that. Our eyes lock for another few jerks of his hips, for the length of time his groan pours into my mouth. Then his heat fills me up, and I’m not just Prue anymore.

I’m me and him combined, like two puzzle pieces that were always meant to be together.

With Theo hugging me, stroking me, whispering how much he loves me as he wipes my pussy and my ass tenderly, my days of being a nomad on this planet are gone.

I’m finally home. I really, truly belong.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Theo

AfterholdingPrue,praisingher, kissing her softly, and dressing her when she had to go, I stayed behind in the clinic. I aired the room, cleaned up, sanitized it, and went home.

I drove straight to my apartment building.

I just don’t go intomyapartment.

Each moment Prue and I spend together stokes the flames of my obsession for her. But monopolizing her every waking minute isn’t possible. She has her career.

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