Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Theo
I want to bury myself inside her. Take her until her screams echo off the walls. I’ve never been this hard—this desperate—and it’s all because of Wren. She’s undone me in ways no one else ever could. Sex had become predictable, monotonous, until her. Now, she consumes every thought. She’s been my cure all along, and she’s mine.
The camera on the dresser is the last thing on my mind, though I nearly slipped earlier when she almost caught me setting it up. Normally, I’d glance at it during my sessions, revel in the control it gives me, but this isn’t one of those times. Wren isn’t another conquest, and I have no desire to admire anything but her.
My voice drops to a low murmur as I brush my fingers over her thighs. “Can you come again?”
Her hazel eyes darken, but she doesn’t answer. Her legs part under my touch, and my knees sink into the mattress. The sight of her curves, her flushed skin, and the way her body trembles makes my cock throb. I can’t hold back any longer.
Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroke myself, dragging out the moment.
Wren drops her gaze. Her lips part as she watches, her breathing quickening. She pushes herself up. “I want to taste you,” she says, her voice soft but sure.
Fuck. Yes. The words ignite something feral in me, and I can’t stop the growl that escapes my throat. “That’s my girl.”
She shifts onto all fours, positioning herself in front of me. One hand braces against the bed while the other wraps around my cock. I gather her hair in my hands, holding it back to get the best possible view.
She brushes her lips over the tip, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. I hiss at the sensation. She takes more of me into her mouth, her mouth stretching as she moves.
“Yes,” I groan. My hips jerk forward, pushing deeper into her mouth.
She gags as I hit the back of her throat, and her saliva coats my cock, making every movement slick and torturous. Instead of pulling back, she steadies herself and takes me again, breathing through her nose as she works her mouth over me.
“Shit,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “Just like that.”
I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her movements as she moans around me. The vibration sends jolts of pleasure through me, and I bite down hard on my lip to keep from losing it too soon.
Her pace quickens, and I thrust into her mouth, savoring the wet sounds that fill the room. When she coughs, I pull back, letting her catch her breath. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking it slick with her saliva.
“Play with my balls,” I rasp.
She slides her hand up, cupping me as her lips return to my length. I let my head fall back, the tension coiling tighter in my core. She’s perfect—every fucking inch of her—and I can’t last much longer.
The way Wren moves, the way her lips press against the head of my cock—it drives me wild. My chest tightens, heat coursing through my veins as I watch her. She takes my instructions without hesitation, massaging my balls as her tongue glides over my length.
“That’s my girl,” I growl. The need to be inside her is clawing at me, but I want this moment to last as long as it can.
With her lips stretched wide around me, her gaze alone is enough to push me closer to the edge, but she doesn’t stop. She speeds up, her tongue swirling around the tip before she takes me deeper.
A guttural moan escapes my lips. “Fuck, Wren.”
She tightens her hand around my base, stroking in tandem with her mouth.
“Look at me,” I command.
When her eyes meet mine, my resolve cracks. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she knows the power she has over me right now.
Her nails graze my thighs, and I hiss through clenched teeth. My cock twitches in her mouth, and she moans again. My knees weaken, and I grip her hair tighter, guiding her pace as she bobs her head.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” I mutter. “So fucking good.”
Her lips slide down farther, taking me almost to the hilt, and I can feel her throat tighten around me. My hips buckle, and I pull back, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
Wren pulls off with a gasp, her lips swollen and glistening. “Do you like that?” she asks, her voice husky, a hint of pride in her tone.
I smirk, stroking myself slowly as I look down at her. “I fucking love it.”
She leans forward, darting her tongue out to lick along the underside of my cock, her hands exploring every inch of me. I don’t push her to continue. Instead, I draw her up to me, wanting her lips on mine. I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, and pull her into my lap.
I rest my forehead against hers as I take in the woman in my arms. Her eyes glisten under the low light, her lips swollen, breath heavy. Her beauty is mesmerizing, but it’s not just that. It’s the way she challenges me, the way she gives herself without hesitation, the way she’s undone every wall I’ve ever built.
In this moment, I realize how much of my heart she has. I spent years daring to imagine more that I didn’t notice the hold she had over me. I always loved Wren, but it’s just now that I acknowledge that I’m in love with her.
It’s like an avalanche, a tidal wave crashing over me all at once. Loving her was inevitable, like the world rearranged itself to bring us to this exact moment, this exact connection.
And as I look at her—her trust, her passion, her strength—I know one thing for certain: I don’t just want her in my arms tonight. I want her in my life, in every messy, beautiful, terrifying way she’ll let me have her.
I press my palm to her cheek, the intensity of it all catching me off guard. “Wren.” I keep my tone low. “I love you.”
She blinks, her brows pulling together like she doesn’t believe me. “Theo?—”
“I love you,” I say again, firmer this time. “Not just this—” I run my hands over her curves. “Not just tonight. I love you. All of you.”
Her expression softens, and she cups my face in her hands, kissing me with a gentleness that makes my chest ache.
So, I continue. “I’ve always loved you. It wasn’t some grand, sudden realization. I think it’s always been there—this constant, steady feeling that you were it for me. Loving you is natural. It’s not something I had to learn or grow into. It’s just... you .”
The vulnerability in her eyes is so raw, so real, it nearly breaks me. She looks at me like she’s afraid to believe it, afraid to trust the words coming from my lips. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she searches my expression, trying to find any sign that I’m lying.
But I’m not. Every inch of me is consumed with her. I’ve never felt this way before, never been so sure.
“I love you,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes. “I loved you as Aralin in WoSaF, and I love you as Wren Jacob. I always have, and I always will.”
The weight of her words hits me, and I press my lips to hers, kissing her with a fierceness that feels like the first time.
“You were always mine,” I murmur, the truth of it surging through me.
She smiles, her breath warm against my lips. “As you were mine.”
A burning need ignites within me, my body hungry for more. “On your back,” I command. “I need you.”
Without hesitation, Wren shifts onto her back, her hair spilling across the sheets.
I move over her, my cock pressing against her wet entrance, teasing her as I slide it along her folds. Her hips lift instinctively, desperate for more.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear.
“You,” she breathes. “I want you inside me.”
I thrust forward, burying myself in her pussy. We both groan, and for a moment, I don’t move.
“You’re mine, Wren,” I murmur, pulling back before driving into her again. “Every inch of you. Mine .”
Her nails dig into my back, her moans growing louder with each thrust. I lose myself in her—her scent, her touch, the way her body responds to me. Nothing else matters.
Moving too fast, though, was a mistake because now my body threatens to give in, and I grit my teeth, staying rooted deep inside her. Wren squirms beneath me, and the vein in my forehead pulses.
“One second, baby,” I manage to grunt. “I just—need a moment.”
Her hand brushes my face, her voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?”
I nod, though I can barely hold it together. Her walls flutter around me, and I swear I feel her everywhere. My gaze drops to her breasts, full and rising with every uneven breath she takes. I draw my hips back and slide out just enough for her heat to pull at me before driving back in. I keep my eyes locked on hers, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses her face.
“Theo,” she moans, her voice trembling as she hooks one leg over my hip. The new angle makes her cry out. “Harder. Please.”
A moan rumbles from deep in my chest. She’s pleading, and I want to give her everything, but my restraint is a thread fraying under the pressure.
“Fuck, Wren . . .”
My hips snap forward, harder this time. A little faster.
I grind into her, finding the perfect rhythm to make her fall apart. Her cries grow louder, filling the room, and she tightens around me. The heat in my veins becomes a firestorm. Every nerve burns. My release barrels through me, and I’m helpless to stop it. A low, guttural moan tears from my throat as I spill into her, my thighs shaking from the force of it. I hold her close, burying my face in the curve of her neck, electricity humming through every inch of me.
But it’s not enough. It never is with her.
I draw back, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, the way her chest rises and falls like she’s just run miles. Her hazel eyes sparkle with something between satisfaction and anticipation.
A grin tugs at my lips as I cage her in with my arms, brushing a kiss against her jaw. “Did you really think I was done, mi amor?” I roll my hips forward, already finding a steady rhythm again.
Her eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise before a breathless laugh escapes her. “You’re insatiable,” she whispers, but her nails rake down my back, urging me on.
“For you? Always.”
Between my release and her arousal, I slide in and out of her effortlessly, though her walls still clutch at me like she never wants to let go. I lean down, pressing my chest against hers. My hips snap forward, thrusting deep, and the sound of her moans mingles with the wet, sinful melody of our bodies. The pressure builds quickly, coiling tight in my core, but I fight it back.
“Do you see what you do to me?” I growl into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “You have me begging for more the second I finish. Only you, Wren. No one else.”
Her head tilts back as she lets out a helpless whimper. “Theo...”
“And don’t get me started on those moans. Everything about you drives me wild.” I grip her thigh and lift her leg over my shoulder, opening her to me completely. The angle shifts, and I hit her deeper, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. “There it is.”
“Yes! Fuck!” Her voice trembles, raw and needy.
“Let’s see just how much you can take.” I drag my thumb across my tongue and press it against her clit, circling it in time with each thrust.
Her cheeks flush a deep pink, and her head tips back into the pillow. Her whole body tightens beneath me, trembling on the edge.
Her breaths come in broken gasps. “Theo, I can’t?—”
I lean forward and silence her with my mouth, swallowing her words. “You can, and you will.”
Lowering my head, I take her nipple between my lips. She groans low in her throat, her nails digging into my shoulders. The tension inside me pulls tighter, each thrust fanning the flames that threaten to consume me. She’s close—so close.
I trace her nipple with my tongue and press harder on her clit, grinding against her as I still my movements. She bucks beneath me, chasing her climax, and when it hits, her entire body shakes. She gasps and writhes, her cries spilling out in broken murmurs and incoherent sounds.
The moment she lets go, the tension inside me snaps. I plunge deep, my body shuddering as I surrender to the release I’ve been holding back. “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you,” she whispers, her voice raw as I fill her.
I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her with a hunger that doesn’t ebb even as I spill everything into her. My cock pulses inside her, her walls gripping me tight as we ride the aftershocks together. My vision blurs, but the only thing I see—feel—is her.
When the haze clears, I collapse beside her, still catching my breath.
She stares at the ceiling for a long moment before glancing at me with a dazed smile. “Holy shit.”
“Exactly,” I murmur with a grin, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “What you said.”
“I can’t move,” she mutters, her voice still soft and hoarse.
“Good.” I chuckle, tugging her closer until her head rests on my chest. “Stay here with me forever.”
“Deal,” she says with a sleepy laugh, looking up at me with hazy eyes.
A quiet beat passes between us, her body warm and soft against mine. I can almost hear the question in her mind before she even speaks.
“You want to know where it is?” I ask, my lips curving into a knowing smirk.
She narrows her eyes. “I do.”
“Were you thinking about it the whole time?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I just remembered it was here.”
I lean over and kiss her before getting out of bed. “Good girl.” I stroll over to the dresser and grab the camera I strategically hid between some books.
“Are you serious?” she scoffs. “I knew you were up to something.”
With the camera in hand, I stop the recording and let out a slow breath. “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes.” Her answer comes without hesitation. Her hazel eyes meet mine, full of trust and conviction. “I’ve never been so sure about anything.”
Her confidence steadies me in a way I didn’t expect. I nod, placing the camera carefully on the nightstand before crawling back into bed beside her. The warmth of her skin calls to me, grounding me as much as her words. “I’ll edit it in the morning.”
She tilts her head, curiosity lighting her expression. “What time will you post it?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” I admit, rolling onto my side to face her.
Her lips part slightly, hesitation flickering for just a moment before she asks, “What time were you supposed to meet Amanda again?”
“Eight. She was rather insistent after I texted her that I was ‘in.’” My brow lifts as I study her face. “Why?”
Her lips curve into a sly smirk, one that tugs at the corner of my own mouth. Damn, she’s trouble.
“Do you trust me?” she asks, her tone dipping into something soft but undeniably certain.
“With everything I am,” I reply without a second thought. It’s the only truth I know anymore.
“Good.” She shifts onto her side, propping her head up with one hand as she peers at me. The playful glint in her eyes deepens, and her leg brushes against mine under the covers. “Because I have an idea.”