Thirty-Seven
Theo
I fucking love this girl.
Isla. My Sunshine.
She’s bent over the vanity, tears glinting at the corners of her eyes, sweat-dampened bangs clinging to her forehead. Her skin is flushed pink, a constellation of freckles scattered across her back like stardust.
She looks absolutely wrecked.
My heart pounds, driving her name through my bloodstream, demanding I give her everything.
Soothe her mind. Indulge her body. Please her soul.
A tremor rolls down her spine as I grip her hips and lean in. “Bed. Now. ”
Her head tips back against my chest. “You’ve broken me. I can’t walk.”
“Guess you’ll have to crawl then.”
It’s less an order and more a dare. One I’m ready to end with a swift pick-up and carry.
The spark in her eyes stops me from rushing to move, though. As our gazes catch in the mirror, something carnal snaps between us.
Teeth sinking into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, she drops.
Hands and knees— no hesitation .
I want to tease that she’s lucky we just replaced the carpet. No more sugar residue—of the baking or barking kind.
But… fuck .
My focus is stolen by how perfect she looks on all fours for me.
As she moves, the bow at the base of her spine sways. The twisted red strings pretending to be underwear ride up, caught between flushed cheeks. Her thighs are parted just wide enough to offer the most delicious view of ruined lace I intend to defile even further.
It’s impossible to tell who’s in charge right now. What I know for sure is that she’s performing with intent. Putting on a show designed to make me break before I even get inside her.
It’s working. Very well, in fact.
The view is obscene.
And all mine.
She is all mine.
My sweetest dream and my most depraved fantasy.
I’m so hard it borders on violent.
I don’t just want to fuck Isla. I want to brand my love into her bones. Live in her breath. Cling to her skin. Leave an imprint on her soul.
“Come here.” I haul her off the floor and toss her onto the bed.
She lands with a grunt that turns into a giggle as she bounces on the mattress, hair spilling over her shoulders. The sweet sound obliterates every last morsel of my control.
“Face down. Ass up.”
Fingers spread across the small of her back, I guide her into position.
Not bothering to undress, I descend to my knees, shove down my jeans, and fist my cock, squeezing just hard enough to hold back the edge.
As the bow at the base of her spine flutters against my knuckles, I grab hold of it and yank her to where she belongs.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me, Sunshine,” I growl, giving the lewd lingerie another sharp tug. “Let me see how ready you are to take what’s yours.”
A soft moan is the only reply I get before she obeys. Forehead to the mattress and hips high, she puts herself on full display for me.
Her underwear is drenched. I ruin it some more, dragging myself over the soaked material, marking her mess with my own.
Sliding it to the side, I drive into her in one rough, claiming motion.
The sound that rips from her throat is a guttural kind of grateful.
For a few maddening seconds, I hold still, buried to the hilt. Agony and bliss become one and the same. Her muscles pulse around me, body luring me deeper .
When I finally move, it’s with a force that jolts her forward. Her elbows give out and her fingers claw at the sheets, but my strong girl snaps right back to beg for more.
The lingerie strings become my reins, lace tormenting her clit with every thrust as I lead Isla into an unyielding, merciless rhythm.
“Theo?” My name is two sobbed, needy syllables.
“Yes, Sunshine?”
“ Please .”
I lean over, eclipsing her frame with mine. “You want to come?”
She nods frantically, legs trembling so hard she starts to lose her balance.
“Stay with me.” I steady her hip with one hand while delivering a soft slap to her ass—just enough to jolt her upright. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl.” Then I slide my thumb across her parted lips. “Suck. Make it nice and wet for you.”
Her mouth closes around it, tongue swirling eagerly. When I pull it free, it’s coated in her saliva, but I follow the curve of her back to the heat between her legs, slicking it until it glistens.
Pleasure coils tight at the base of my spine as I drag my touch higher, teasing the tight spot nestled between her ass cheeks.
“Say the magic words.” My thumb coaxes out a gasp.
“Pretty…please?” she rasps, shuddering under the pressure.
“No need to beg, Sunshine. You already own all of me.” I slow the next thrust, savoring the sight of her stretching around me. “What I want to hear is my new favorite phrase.”
Her eyes widen as the request clicks. “ Oh .” A breathless grin lifts her lips. “I love you.”
“Good girl.” I drive forward, hips picking up the pace as my thumb continues to work her. “Again.”
I’ll happily beg her for it. Over and over .
“I.” Thrust . “Love.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Theo.”
“More.” With my free hand, I work her clit, rubbing the way I know she needs. Fast. Merciless. A little cruel. “Louder.”
Her head drops as she cries out the next one, overcome by a full-body quake.
“So fucking good to me.” I kiss her shoulder, then bite down as I sink into both holes at once. “Love you more.”
When her orgasm hits, it’s all-consuming. An eruption powered by hours of denial.
Trapped between my cock and my thumb, her muscles seize around me, fusing us together. She screams my name, soaking us both, clenching so tight around me it shatters what’s left of my restraint.
“ Isla .” I spill inside her, surrendering my entire soul to the only woman who’s ever owned it.
For the remainder of the night, we blur the line between fucking and making love, our hearts, minds, and bodies reduced to raw bliss.
We go until the sky transforms from deep velvet to pale violet, her moans are joined by birdsong, and my heart soars with the sun.
When we finally drift off to sleep, tightly wound in each other, I’m hit with the greatest wave of peace.
Loving Isla with abandon is the definition of perfection.
A hard-won beginning I never want to end.
The promise of forever.