Chapter 9 #2
His head dropped back with a hiss. “Fuck, Sam—” I didn’t move, not yet.
Just watched him squirm, felt him twitch inside me, let the tension coil tighter between us.
I liked this power. I liked the way he looked up at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Then he grinned. “Do I need a safe word now?” I laughed, rolling my hips just once, deep and slow. “You think you’re in danger?”
“I think I’m about to be ruined,” he breathed.
“Good,” I said, my voice dropping. “Then hold on.”
I started riding him, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the drag, the way he filled me so perfectly.
My hands braced against his chest, nails dragging across his skin as I picked up the pace.
His hands gripped my hips tight, guiding, encouraging me, until the rhythm turned punishing.
He thrust up to meet me, over and over, the bed creaking beneath us, our moans tangled together like music.
My name was a curse on his lips, and his was a prayer on mine.
The friction, the heat, the control, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. And when I came again, it was with a cry, shaking on top of him, every nerve ending lit up. I was still pulsing around him when he gripped my hips, slowing my movement just slightly, his eyes locked on mine.
“Sam—” he panted, voice rough, desperate. “Wait. I’m about to come, and I need to know if I can do it inside you?”
I nodded, breathless. “Yes. I want you to.” That was all he needed. He groaned, deep, and thrust up into me one last time, holding me down as he spilled inside, his body tensing beneath mine, chest rising hard against mine like a wave crashing.
We stayed like that, tangled, breathless, pulsing with an afterglow. My head dropped to his shoulder, our skin slick and hearts pounding in sync. “Okay,” he whispered after a beat, lips brushing my temple. “If that’s what happens when you’re in charge… I surrender.”
Theo traced lazy circles on my thigh with his thumb.
“So… what’s the plan for your last few hours in Paris?” I let out a breath. “Rose and I were thinking of heading to Montmartre later, maybe one more round of pastries and overpriced souvenirs.”
“Sounds… fun,” he said, eyes soft. “What about you?” I said, adjusting myself enough to grab our wine glasses from the nightstand.
“I’ve got a few meetings on my calendar I’m thinking of ignoring.”
I raised a brow. “Very professional of you.” He chuckled.
“I’m already ahead of schedule. I can afford a few stolen hours.
” I took a sip of wine, watching him over the rim of my glass.
“Stolen hours, huh?” He didn’t answer, just leaned over and kissed me, slow and deep, like he was imprinting the taste of me on his memory.
After a few minutes, I stretched and slid off the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” He sat up, his gaze tracking me as I walked toward the bathroom.
“Mind if I join?” I paused at the doorway, turned slightly, and gave him a small, teasing smile. “Only if you promise me shower sex.”
The steam filled the shower quickly. The second I stepped under the water, he was behind me, hands on my hips, lips at my shoulder, he was already hard again. “You’re driving me insane,” he muttered against my skin.
“Good,” I whispered, pressing back into him.
He didn’t waste time. He spun me around, lifted me easily against the wall, and took me again with a force that made the water pressure irrelevant. This time, there was no teasing. No gentle build. Just raw, hungry need.
He fucked me like he owned me.
The slap of wet skin, the steam fogging the glass, the way his hands gripped my ass as I wrapped my legs around him and bit down on his shoulder to muffle my moans. It was chaos, and I loved every second of it.
When I came, it was explosive. His name on my lips.
My nails are dragging down his back. He followed right after, groaning into my neck, pressing deep one last time.
We stayed like that for a moment, under the spray, our bodies still pressed together, hearts hammering.
Eventually, I stepped out, wrapped myself in a towel, and began to gather my things.
“I’m not staying by the way,” I said gently, slipping back into my clothes. “I texted Rose that I’d come back.”
Theo sat on the edge of the bed, towel around his waist, watching me like I was slipping through his fingers. “You could text her again. Say you got caught up in something… important.”
I laughed softly, zipping up my dress. “Hmm, tempting.”
He stood and came to me, hands resting lightly on my waist. “Stay. Please. Just… stay.”
His voice was cocky and demanding, but in a soft way that made me ache, and wet at the same time. I looked up at him, eyes searching his. “Fine. I’ll stay, on two conditions.”
“Give them to me,” He grinned.
“You make me come again, and you don’t snore.” That made him laugh. “The first one, I promise, the second, I’ll risk it.”
I took off my dress and crawled back into bed with him, tangled up once more, this time under the covers, his arm slung over my waist, our breathing syncing as sleep found us.