Page 107 of Begin Again

“Gotta be quieter than that.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on me—hot, wet, his teeth dragging over my sensitive skin before he bites down, just enough to make my back arch.

A whimper catches in my throat. My hands fly to his hair, fingers twisting in the strands as he soothes the bite with his tongue before moving to the other side and doing it all over again.

“Fucking perfect.” His voice is reverent, but his hands are sinful, gliding lower, undoing the button of my jeans. “I want you just like this—half-dressed, desperate, and completely at my mercy.”

A shiver runs through me.

He doesn’t undress me completely—no, that would be too easy. Instead, he drags my jeans and panties down just past my knees before folding my legs up, pressing them toward my chest.

I barely have time to process it before his voice dips lower, rougher. “You’re gonna stay just like this for me, yeah? All folded up so I can take what’s mine?”

My pulse pounds. My breath hitches.

I nod, but it’s not enough for him.

Theo grips my jaw again, thumb brushing my lower lip. “Use your words, Sweetheart.”

“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper.

“Good girl,” His groan is guttural, almost like the admission undoes him as much as it does me.

He shifts back just enough to shove his own jeans down, his cock springing free. My eyes go wide, breath catching. Even in the dim light, I can see the sheer size of him, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening.

Theo catches my expression and smirks. “You’ve seen it before, Sweetheart.” He strokes himself, slow and lazy. “You can handle it, yeah?”

I nod quickly, heart hammering.

His chuckle is dark, filled with promise.

Then, still watching me, he tugs his shirt up and clenches it between his teeth, baring his stomach, his abs taut with tension as he leans over me again.

I swear, I almost come undone just from the sight of him.

“Eyes on me,” he orders. “I want to see every second of you falling apart for me.”

And then—he thrusts inside, stretching me open, filling me completely, and I realize I have no hope of staying quiet at all.

The world around us disappears.

It’s just Theo—his weight pressing me into the blanket, his hands gripping my thighs, his cock stretching me open with a slow, unrelenting thrust.

I gasp, my head falling back, but he doesn’t let me escape. One strong hand grips my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his. “Keep looking at me, Sweetheart.”

I do. I can’t look anywhere else.

Theo clenches his jaw, his muscles taut as he buries himself to the hilt, filling me so completely I swear I feel him everywhere. His shirt is still clenched between his teeth, his bare stomach flexing as he stills inside me, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” His voice is strained, reverent. “You always take me so goddamn well, baby. Like you were made just for me.”

Heat crashes through me at his words. My fingers claw at his back, desperate for anything that can ground me. “Theo—”

“Shh.” He smirks, voice rough as he pulls back, the drag of him making my toes curl. “I told you I was gonna do better, didn’t I?”

I nod frantically.

He groans, watching me like I’m to be worshiped. “Then let me take care of you.”