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I don't, of course. I want him to know how incredible he is.

"You're so beautiful," I say. "You make me feel so much. Oh, wow. That feels good. You…you make me so happy."

"Charlotte," he growls, sitting up beneath me.

"Theo!" I shout, losing control of my body as the move pushes him deeper. A bolt of… something shoots through me, liquefying me from the inside out. It's an intense burn of pleasure, a flash of heaven. Another star, rocketing through the sky.

He pulls my mouth down to his, demanding a kiss. As soon as my lips meet his, he drops his hands back to my waist and lifts me up again. We kiss and touch and moan together. His chest brushes my nipples with every thrust, setting brand-new fires in my veins.

"You feel so fucking good."

"So do you. So good, Theo. Please don't stop."

"Never," he vows, flipping me onto my back. He follows me down, hooking my leg over his thigh. His mouth meets mine again. I don't have a word for what he does to me then. He's everywhere at the same time, possessing every inch of me. He thrusts and grinds and pumps his hips until I'm dizzy with pleasure.

My sobs ring out in the room around us. So do his filthy words.

"I'm going to have to keep you under lock and key to keep everyone away from this tight cunt, Charlotte," he whispers. "Do you know how good you feel, squeezing my dick like it belongs to you? Goddamn, you take me like you were born to fuck, little one."

"Theo," I cry.

He slams himself inside me, faster, and then harder. Every thrust of his hips drives him deeper, until I really do feel him in my soul, taking up residence like he owns the place. I think he might. Isn't that really what I've been running from for so long? It wasn't fear of loving him. It was the fear of loving him and then losing him that scared me so bad.

All this time, I've needed him. I needed him so bad. I was terrified to let myself have him, though, terrified he'd get tired of me like my mom did. That he'd send me away too. I wouldn't recover if he did. My mom didn't break my spirit…but losing him would. It would breakme.

"Theo," I moan, unable to keep the truth from him any longer. "I…I…"

My leg slips from his waist. He grabs it, lifting it higher. I lose words then. I lose everything as he hits that magical spot inside again. I cry out, trying to tell him that I'm coming. But I can't even say that. He doesn't give me a chance.

He hits that spot again, his thrusts no longer a controlled guide but a frenetic race. He pounds into me like a force of nature raging unchecked. His teeth close around my nipple. My orgasm hits like a freight train.

"Fuck, yes," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. His cock jerks inside of me, and then he roars my name. I feel him releasing inside me, his cum warming me as he drains himself into me. He keeps moving through it, moaning my name over and over. It's like he can't stop himself.

I peel my eyes open, watching in awe as he writhes in pleasure above me. Every muscle in his body is locked up tight, a look of intense pleasure on his face. It's beautiful. He's beautiful. Tears fill my eyes, spilling over as we come together, locked in an embrace, and writhing together.

It's the best moment of my life. Until he makes it better.

"Charlotte," he moans, claiming my mouth. "My sweet little fairy."

"Theo," I whisper back.

"I'm yours, little one. Until you order me away."

"Never," I warn him.

He sighs my name, the sound so full of contentment he claims the rest of my heart.

Chapter Seven

Theo

"Hold the hell on,"I growl to whoever is pounding on my door like the fucking police. It's barely even seven in the morning, and it's Sunday. It should be a crime to knock on a man's door this early on a Sunday. Even God got one day to rest.

Apparently, I don't.

"Open the door," John shouts from the other side, his voice raised to carry through the heavy wood and iron.

"Fuck." I wondered why I never heard back from him last night. I'm guessing that's because he was on a plane, headed here to kick my ass. Which means he's seen the photos. Which means he knows damn well Charlotte is naked in my bed right now.

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