Chapter 27 Sabrina
Sabrina
I know I shouldn’t cave.
Every rational part of me says take it slow, be careful, protect your heart. But I’m so tired.
And he’s here.
Finally. For real.
And he’s been honest with me.
So now it’s my turn to be honest with him.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I say softly.
“Then I won’t,” he replies. “Not ever again.”
And for the first time in days, I can breathe.
I lift my eyes to his and see something there that makes my whole body ache—depth, devotion, desire. All glittering in the stormy dark of his gaze, focused entirely on me.
“And I don’t want you to sleep in your truck,” I murmur, voice barely above a whisper. “Or on the floor.”
His brow arches. “No?”
I shake my head slightly. “No.”
“Then where do you want me, Angel?”
My heart beats faster. My lips part.
“I want you to take me to bed, Theo,” I say. “Will you?”
His voice is rough, low, and reverent when he speaks. “Anytime you want me, all you have to do is tell me.”
Then he leans in and kisses me.
Gently. Carefully. Like I’m something precious.
But I’m not made of glass. Never was.
So I fist the collar of his shirt and pull him down to me, kissing him back with all the want and need building inside me like pressure behind a dam.
I’m bruised, sure. I’m tired, definitely. But I talked to the doctor before I jumped ship from the hospital.
My concussion’s mild.
I’m fine. Not fragile.
I want him. I choose him.
And when I open my mouth and slide my tongue against his, it feels like everything finally clicks into place.
“Take me to bed,” I whisper again.
This time, he groans—deep and guttural—and stands in one smooth motion, lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all.
It sends a thrill through me.
Because every curvy girl deserves to be swept off her feet at least once in her life—and this moment is mine.
He carries me upstairs with single-minded focus, his arms strong and secure around me. When he sets me on my feet beside the bed, his hands linger at my waist.
“I love you,” he says again, voice raw. “God, I love you.”
I reach for the hem of his shirt, tug it up and over his head. My fingers trace new bruises blooming on his ribs and shoulders.
He got those for me. Protecting me.
“Does it hurt?”
He shakes his head.
Still, I kiss each one with care, and he does the same to mine.
We undress each other slowly—clothes falling away like barriers we no longer need—until there’s nothing left between us but skin and truth.
He kisses a path across my belly, my hips, both breasts, up to my neck.
I tremble with every touch, every breath.
He’s so perfect like this. When he’s loving on me, it’s like no one else in the entire world exists.
“There is no one else in the world. No one but you, Angel. You’re it for me. My love. My perfect girl.”
“You make me feel good. Special,” I whisper, giving him more power than I should.
“Angel, you gotta know you feel like heaven to me.”
And I know I’m soaked for him, open, aching.
I gasp as he lifts up, gifting me a perfect view of his hard, inked up body.
Theo is a work of art.
His body is honed perfection. The tattoos decorating his skin are sexy and fierce.
“I like looking at you too,” he growls, and kisses me hard, and I’m so gone I guess I’m speaking aloud this whole time.
But not now. Because he’s pressing inside me, stroking my inner walls, discovering all my secrets, and filling me as only he can.
Hell, I can barely form a coherent thought because Theo’s long, hard cock presses against my core, and now there’s exactly one thing I want from him, one thing I need, and that’s this.
Sex with him is like communion.
It’s the purest confirmation of our love.
Because, yeah, I love him too.
And it’s time I tell him.
“Theo?”
“Angel?”
“I wanted you to know, I love you too, Theo,” I whisper, voice shaking. “I’m in love with you, too.”
His eyes widen—then something breaks open in his expression.
Wonder. Relief. Worship.
“Goddamn it, Angel. You love me?” he asks.
I nod, smiling so wide it hurts.
He pulls almost all the way out. Then he sinks into me again.
Harder.
And my grin turns into a moan.
We don’t look away.
Our eyes stay locked as he fills me, inch by perfect inch, until I’m completely stretched around him, utterly full.
He feels like everything I didn’t know was missing from my life.
“I love you so fucking much, Angel,” he groans. “You’re mine now. And I’m yours. I’m never letting you go.”
“You better not,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips, clutching at his back. “Theo!”
He moves, flexing his hips in an age old rhythm that makes me wild for him.
I rise to meet his thrusts, reveling in the loud sounds of our lovemaking.
It’s only us now. Everything else fades away.
There’s no past here.
No fear. No lies.
Just us—naked and true—making something new from the wreckage.
Something fierce. Something perfect.
Something forever.