Page 36 of Muse (The Forbidden Hearts #1)

He moves up above me, kissing me again, more desperately this time. I feel every emotion in this kiss. Our fear, our adoration and love for one another, our need for each other. It’s all there, in every press of our lips, every spot where our bodies meet.

His hand moves from my clit to my entrance, swirling in the wetness there. He teases me, pushing in one finger just enough to make me moan for more. I push against his hand, willing him to give it to me.

He replaces his hand with the head of his cock as he runs it along my pussy, pressing in just the tiniest bit before rubbing back up against my clit. It’s fucking killing me.

“Theo, please,” I beg. “I need you.”

He groans, his head arching back, his whole body coiled with tension. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’d do anything to see this man shatter to pieces for me.

I arch up against him again, and finally, fucking finally , he gives me what I want. What I’ve been dreaming about for months. The head of his cock pushes into me, slowly, but confidently. He pauses to let me adjust.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice tentative.

“Yes, Theo! Please stop asking and just make love to me.”

He chuckles at my outburst, and then obliges me, pushing in to the hilt. I gasp, the sheer size of him stretching me to my limits. It’s overwhelming, the pleasure, in the best fucking way. My walls clench around him, trying to adjust to his size .

When he sees I’m okay, he begins to move.

His hands find my hips, holding me to him as he rocks against me.

I moan out in pleasure, my body already tensing, my orgasm building inside of me.

He goes slow at first, taking his time with me.

His gaze on my face, taking in every bit of the ecstasy playing across my features.

“Yes, yes,” I moan. “More.”

His grip tightens on my hips as he speeds up his pace, harder and faster and fucking perfect . The sound of our skin colliding with each thrust erotic in a way I’ve never realized it could be. His eyes close as he focuses on the feeling of us together.

My core tightens, coiling with each thrust, my orgasm building, building, building. I lose myself in the pleasure, the almost pain of being stretched to the max. He moves with a practiced rhythm, hitting all the right spots to make me moan his name.

“Sophie, look at me,” he commands, his voice more like a growl. “Come for me, Trouble.”

Fuck, I do. His words push me over the edge, into oblivion. I tumble into the darkness of my mind, euphoric waves crashing through me, every inch of my skin on fire as my body tenses and explodes around him.

He doesn’t let up, riding me through my orgasm as he wrings every bit of pleasure from me. Almost as soon as it ends, I can feel another building up inside of me again. This man is going to be the death of me, but what a sweet end that would be.

Suddenly, he’s gripping my thighs and rolling us, placing me firmly on top of him. Self-consciousness tries to creep in, but I do my best not to let it. Despite my efforts, he sees the hesitation on my face.

“You are incredible, Sophie,” he breathes out.

That’s all the reassurance I need. I rock my hips against him, slowly at first, finding my groove. His hands find my hips, helping to guide me against him, keeping rhythm with my movements. One of his thumbs finds my clit, and he presses down against it, the friction of it delicious.

“Theo!” I cry out, unable to help myself.

“Yes, baby. That’s it.”

My head falls back, eyes closing as I gain confidence, letting my mind go blank as I surrender to the here and now.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and I fucking break. Shattering again, my orgasm sends shockwaves through my body. And then I watch as he follows me over the edge, his whole body shaking as a whimper escapes from his throat.

I slow my movements, enjoying every second of this. Of him . And then he pulls me down into his embrace, his strong arms circling me, his body pressed against mine.

We stay wrapped up in each other, tangled in limbs and warmth, his arms a fortress around me.

I close my eyes, pressing my cheek to his chest. His heartbeat is steady, strong. Safe. A lullaby that only I get to hear.

Neither of us speaks for a long time. There’s no need.

Eventually, he shifts just enough to brush the hair back from my face. His fingers are soft and reverent.

“Was that okay?” he whispers.

I laugh. Quiet and breathless. “Okay? That was… everything.”

His lips graze my forehead. “I just wanted to make it perfect for you.”

“It was,” I say. “You were.”

There’s a pause, the kind that stretches gently between two people who know the world is still waiting outside the walls of the room. Waiting to break in. Waiting to ruin this.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” I murmur, not even sure I meant to say it out loud.

Theo doesn’t answer right away, he just holds me tighter. His chest rises and falls beneath me like ocean waves, steady and rhythmic, trying to keep the storm away.

“I know,” he finally says. “Me too.”

The words hang heavily between us. Both beautiful and dangerous, all wrapped into one.

We can’t stay here forever and we can’t hide. We both know it. But for right now, in this moment, it’s just us. Just our bodies, our hearts, and our reckless, impossible love.

He tilts my chin up, his eyes darker now, softer. “Sophie… I need you to know something.”

My stomach flutters. “Okay.”

“This isn’t just a fling to me. Or some secret I plan to forget once it gets hard. You’re not temporary.”

I blink back the burn behind my eyes. “Neither are you.”

His lips brush mine again, the truth of his words conveyed with just that simple press of our mouths.

“I’ll fight for you,” he murmurs. “Even if the whole world tells me I shouldn’t.”

I curl closer, pressing every part of me against him. “Then we’ll fight together.”