23. Selene
23
Selene
W e’re at my front door now, and before I can react, Theo steps into my space, crowding me against the wood.
“Damn right I can,” he murmurs.
Then, in one swift motion, he grabs me, hoisting me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
I squeal, my hands smacking against his back. “Theo!”
He smacks my ass—hard enough to make me gasp.
Heat floods me, sharp and sudden, my stomach flipping as I squirm in his grip.
He doesn’t waver. Doesn’t hesitate.
Theo carries me through the doorway like he’s done it a hundred times before, his steps slow and deliberate. There’s an ease to the way he holds me, like I belong here like he has every right to touch me like this.
My breath comes fast, my heart hammering in my chest as I grip his shoulders, unsure whether I want to fight my way free or stay right where I am. The warmth of his skin, the firm press of his fingers against my thighs—it’s dizzying, intoxicating.
The front door clicks shut behind us, sealing us inside. The space feels smaller, the air heavier, thick with an emotion I can’t name.
I should say something. Break the moment. Remind him—and myself—that this is just Theo being Theo.
But words fail me.
Instead, I’m hyper-aware of everything. The steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my fingertips. The way his grip tightens just slightly when I shift. The heat radiating from his skin, searing through the thin fabric of my clothes.
He’s moving deeper into the house now, the warmth of the entryway light casting golden shadows over his sharp jawline and his mussed hair. I don’t know if I’m holding my breath or if I just can’t breathe at all.
Then we cross the threshold into the living room, he suddenly comes to a halt.
A throat clears.
Standing in the middle of the room, wine glass poised at her lips, Celeste stares at us like she’s walked into a live performance of some scandalous drama.
She freezes mid-sip, eyes flicking from me—still slung over Theo’s shoulder—to Theo himself.
Slowly, deliberately, she lowers her glass.
“Well,” she says, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smirk. “Don’t let me stop you, I was going to stay in and watch a movie, but, um—” she gestures vaguely between us, “—clearly, that would be a mistake.”
I groan, covering my face. “Celeste.”
She smirks, already grabbing her jacket. “No, no. Don’t mind me. I was just leaving.” She heads for the door, pausing at the threshold. Then, over her shoulder—“Have fun, kids.”
The door clicks shut behind her.
Silence.
Then Theo lets out a low chuckle. “I like your sister.”
“Don’t encourage her,” I groan, squirming. “Put me down.”
“Not a chance.” He tightens his grip. “Not until I get you exactly where I want you.”
Desire spikes hot in my veins.
He takes the stairs two at a time, his grip steady, his breath even. The control of him, the sheer determination in every step, sends a thrill through me.
By the time he reaches my bedroom, I’m burning up.
He sets me down gently, his hands sliding to my waist, but doesn’t step back. Instead, he leans in, his lips brushing my ear.
“You want someone who initiates,” he murmurs. “Who takes control.” His fingers flex, gripping me just enough to make me feel it. “You want to be wanted. ”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
His hands slide down, teasing over my hips. “You want to be told what to do.”
My breath hitches.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and full of heat. “Tell me if I’m wrong, Sweetheart.”
I shake my head, my pulse pounding. “You’re not wrong.”
A slow, satisfied smile curves his lips. He reaches up, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, voice thick. “So smart. So strong. ”
Heat flares in my chest, unexpected, overwhelming.
His fingers trail lower, tracing the curve of my neck. “And tonight, you’re mine .”
A shiver runs through me.
“Say it,” he murmurs, his grip tightening just enough.
I barely recognize my voice. “I’m yours.”
His jaw tightens. His pupils blow wide. “ Good girl. ”
Pleasure courses through me at his praise, sharp and electric. I suck in a breath, my knees threatening to give. I open my mouth, but no words come out.
Heat pools low in my stomach, my body betraying me completely.
Theo kisses me like he owns me like he’s memorizing the shape of my mouth, the taste of me. Our bodies press together, heat building so fast I feel like I might combust.
I’m desperate for more, my fingers curling into his shirt, tugging at it, needing him closer. He groans into my mouth, his hands sliding to my hips, gripping tight—
And then, just as suddenly as he took control, he slows.
I whimper, trying to chase his mouth, but he pulls back, his lips swollen, his breath coming hard.
“Easy,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down my cheek. “We’ve got all night.”
I want to argue, to tell him I need him now, but then he cups my jaw, tilting my face up to his. His eyes are dark, knowing.
“Let me take my time with you,” he says, voice low, rough. “I want to do this right. ”
A shiver runs through me.
He walks me backward, his hands trailing down my arms, past my wrists, until my knees hit the edge of the bed before he guides me down on the bed. Then, grabbing my thighs he slowly spreads them while devouring me with his eyes. He steps between my thighs as his fingers find the hem of my shirt.
His eyes flick up. “Lift your arms, Sweetheart.”
I obey, heat curling low in my stomach as he peels my shirt up, dragging it over my head. His gaze rakes over me, dark and appreciative, before his fingers move to the clasp of my bra.
Slowly, deliberately, he unhooks it, sliding the straps down my arms, his touch featherlight. The second I’m bare, his hands settle on my waist, his thumbs stroking over my ribs like he’s savoring the feel of me.
“You are so fucking beautiful, ” he murmurs, almost like he’s saying it to himself.
A flush spreads over my skin, but I don’t get the chance to dwell on it because then his hands dip lower, toying with the waistband of my leggings.
“Help me get these off of you.”
I do as he asks, and he slides them down, along with my underwear, stripping me completely.
He leans back on his heels, taking me in, his gaze dark with hunger.
Then, his hands go to his own shirt.
My breath catches as he pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing broad shoulders, firm muscle, the sharp cut of his abdomen.
I can’t look away, and he knows it.
His hands go to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, then working open the button and zipper of his jeans. My pulse pounds as he shoves them down, along with his boxers, and—
Oh.
My breath stutters.
He’s big.
My thighs press together involuntarily, my whole body pulsing with anticipation. Suddenly remembering the delicious ache after our first time together. I just didn’t realize he is that big.
Theo catches my reaction, and a slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. “Something on your mind, Sweetheart?”
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
His smirk deepens. “Don’t worry.” He cups my chin, tilting my head up. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”
A whimper slips out before I can stop it.
His pupils darken, and he guides me to the middle of my bed. “Lie back,” he orders.
I obey, stretching out against the sheets, my body humming with anticipation.
Theo climbs onto the bed, settling between my thighs, his broad hands bracketing my hips, holding me in place. His touch is warm and grounding, but there’s another layer to it—a possessiveness. Like he’s staking his claim .
He leans down, his lips ghosting over my stomach, leaving behind the softest, most infuriating kisses, each one dragging lower, closer to where I need him.
“I told you I could do better,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. His voice is low and steady, but I don’t miss the hunger simmering underneath.
His hands slide up my sides, slow and deliberate, mapping out every inch of me like he’s memorizing me.
He presses a kiss just above my navel. “Let’s see just how many times I can make you come before I give you what you really want.”
My breath catches .
Theo’s eyes flick up to mine, dark and unreadable, holding me there as he trails lower—another kiss, another tease. His lips skim the inside of my thigh, and I feel the wicked smirk against my skin when I whimper.
“Already desperate for me, huh?” His voice is pure sin, rough and teasing, laced with amusement. “We’re just getting started, Sweetheart.”
His hands tighten on my thighs, spreading me open, and then he dips his head, his mouth brushing exactly where I need him.
A sharp gasp escapes me, my back arching instinctively, but Theo just hums, like he’s enjoying the way I react to him. Like he’s testing what makes me fall apart.
His tongue flicks out—just once, just enough to make me tremble .
“Theo—”
“Shhh,” he murmurs, lips dragging over my inner thigh. “Just lay back and take it. Let me make you feel good.”
And then he gets to work.
It’s slow at first—his mouth, his tongue, teasing, tasting. He drags it through my slick folds, exhaling a soft groan like he’s savoring me.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
I barely have time to process the words before he devours me.
His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing, then sucks, and I break, gasping his name, fingers tangling in the sheets.
Theo groans against me, gripping my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he feasts on me like he can’t get enough.
My head tips back, my body trembling, pleasure coiling tight in my stomach.
“Theo—”
“Not yet,” he murmurs, lips brushing sensitive, swollen skin. “I want to take my time with you.”
But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets more aggressive about it, switching between long, teasing strokes and tight, purposeful flicks.
I’m already teetering on the edge when he slides a finger inside me, slow, stretching me open.
Then another.
His pace is lazy, dragging them out before pressing back in, curling just right.
My legs start to shake.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasps. “Come for me, Sweetheart. Let go.”
His words wreck me. My body tenses, and then I’m falling , pleasure crashing through me in waves.
Theo groans against me, fucking me through it with his mouth and fingers, drawing it out until I’m gasping, squirming—until I’m so sensitive I can’t take it anymore.
But Theo?
He isn’t done.
Finally, he pulls back, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes as he slides his fingers from between my legs—slow and deliberate like he wants me to feel it.
I’m still trembling when he lifts them to his mouth.
And then—he licks them clean.
A low moan slips past his lips, and he shoots me a devilish grin, looking so satisfied, so smug, like he’s proud of himself.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. “That was two .”
He shifts, climbing up my body, caging me in beneath him, his cock pressing heavy against my thigh.
His grin widens, dark and knowing.
“Let’s see how many more we can get with me inside of you.”
My whole body clenches.
He smirks as he feels my reaction, and leans down, his mouth brushing my ear.
“Still think I can do better?” He murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.
I barely manage to nod, and he chuckles, the sound low and knowing.
His hand trails down my body, teasing, grazing over oversensitive skin, sending little shivers of anticipation through me.
“I want to hear you beg for it,” he says, shifting above me, his cock pressing thick and heavy against my thigh. “I want you to tell me how bad you want it.”
A desperate whimper slips past my lips. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t bring myself to care—not when he’s looking at me like that like he’s starving for me.
“Theo, please—”
“Please what , Sweetheart?” He tuts, shaking his head. “You gotta be specific.”
He drags the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing, pressing just enough that I can feel it, but not enough to give me what I need.
I arch up, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside me—”
His hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up so I have to meet his eyes.
“ Good girl. ”
I shudder.
His expression shifts, eyes darkening like he’s just unlocked something. He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, gaze dropping to my mouth.
“You like when I call you my Good Girl?” His voice is pure sin, he phrased it like a question but we both know the answer.
I bite my lip, my face heating, but I nod.
He groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, that’s good to know.”
His grip tightens, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine as he whispers, “You’re gonna be my very good girl tonight.”
And then he thrusts into me, slow but deep, stretching me open inch by inch, filling me so completely that I can’t do anything but gasp, my fingers digging into his back.
Theo groans, dropping his forehead against mine like he’s barely holding on to his control.
“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You feel so goddamn good.”
He pulls back—just enough to slam back in, making me cry out.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice all praise, all hunger. “That’s what I want to hear.”
He starts to move, setting a slow, punishing rhythm, making sure I feel every single inch of him.
“Gonna keep you here all night,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my throat. “Gonna find out exactly how many times my good girl can come for me.”
And judging by the way he’s ruining me, I know he means it.