Page 132 of The Donor’s Dilemma

“That isn’t who I am.”

“Then somebody needed to step up.”

Theo’s growl deepened. “This isn’t about stepping up. This is about staying safe. The situation is bad enough without you running off in broad daylight, under curfew, I might add, to steal something, where anybody might have seen you.” His hands started shaking as he spoke. “I was attacked in the street. I could have died. If they’d done to you what they did to me, you’d be dead.”

The words were harsh but true, hard to argue with. He was still recovering, physically and mentally, and it wasn’t fair for her to lessen the fear that lay at the root of his anger.

“I don’t love you because you’re blindly brave,” he continued. “I love you because you’re clever, because you care.” He was breathing hard, exhausted. “Do you have any idea what would have happened if Vivienne caught you?”

The corner of her mouth twitched, trying not to smile as he vented through his fear.

“This isn’t funny,” Theo snapped.

“I love you too,” she said, losing the fight with her smile and letting it spread.

The fear in his face faltered, not registering what he’d said until she said it back.

“Oh,” he said, staring at her with a furrowed brow, trying to remember his own words. “That doesn’t mean you get a free pass,” he added, though his voice had lost its heat, his grip loosening on her shoulders.

She placed her hands on his chest, running them up to lace her fingers behind his neck. “I love you,” she whispered again, before reaching up to kiss him.

He allowed the kiss, unwilling to relent his anger but not willing to refuse the touch either. Breathing out a low, soft growl he held her, relaxing a little more with each brush of her lips.

When she pressed a little harder, catching his lip between her teeth Theo snapped, pushing her against the wall and crushing his lips to hers, no longer caring about being careful with his fragile human. He kissed her with lips and tongue and fangs, pouring every ounce of his worry and his love into the urgent embrace. Her hands moved, pulling at his T-shirt, sliding beneath, feeling the soft skin of his stomach, skin she had only ever felt when they lay together to sleep. He pulled away her jacket, pushing her towards the bedroom.

If not for Theo’s firm hold, she would have tripped as he pushed her to the bed, only long enough to yank off her trousers. A sound somewhere between a squeak and a squeal escaped her as he pulled her back up and then shoved her to the wall, one hand on her arse and the other at her throat. She moaned when he squeezed gently, pressing his body to hers, when he held her an inch from his face and watched, devouring her with pitch black eyes. His thumb stroked along her jawline, holding her in place, letting her squirm in his hands, attempting to break free and seek friction against his hard length pressing against her. His fingers tucked into her underwear and pulled them free as she tore off his T-shirt. He released her for a moment to pull her top away before pushing her back to the wall and unfastening the bra.

Within seconds she stood before him, naked. When he leaned forward this time, his cool chest pressed against her peaked nipples only deepening her throbbing need. His hands skirted her waist, her hips, until they hooked under her thighs and hoisted her up, pinning her to the wall where they were face-to-face. She locked her feet behind his back and kissed him.

She pulled on his hair, rocked her hips, groaned as loud as he growled, as his hands moved beneath her, pulling off his own clothes and she felt him spring free against her thigh. She needed him. She needed everything. They had waited so long; all she had left was desperation.

His lips trail down her neck.

“Bite me,” she said without thinking, and he did, hard enough to turn her moans into a sob of ecstasy. The pain, the sweetest, most blissful feeling she had ever experienced.

It was heaven. It was want and need. It was everything she never knew she ached for.

When his hand moved to find her entrance already wet and waiting, he groaned. With her blood on his tongue he received the nourishment he so needed, the body he so wanted. His fingers moved, finding her clit, but Verity didn’t care anymore. She didn’t have time. She needed him now. No more interruptions, no more waiting, no more teasing. If he wanted to make her pay, he could do it another time. She needed him.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me, please.”

His lips left her neck long enough for him to grind out “Not ready,” before continuing to drink.

“I don’t care,” she begged. “Now, I need it now.”

Theo licked again, pulling back to look at her as he gently pinched her clit. She moaned, attempting to grind herself against his cock, but he wouldn’t allow it. Instead, much to her irritation, he stepped back, pulling her free and setting her on the floor.

“You need it?” he asked, facing her, naked, waiting.

She tried not to recoil as she spotted what looked like a hundred tiny lines across his chest and stomach, arms and thighs. Stab marks. But when his hand raised to fist his hard, waiting cock, any thoughts of the attack left her mind.

Was she ready? She wondered as his hands slid up and down the shaft. He took a step back to sit on the bed. “Show me,” he said, corner of his mouth lifting. “You want it so bad, take it.”

She swallowed before meeting his challenging grin with one of her own. She stepped forwards, straddling him and lifting her body over his. The second her body was against his, he caught her breast in his mouth, sucking hard enough for her to wince. He stared up, watching her expression with big, hungry eyes. His hands ran up her back as she notched him to her entrance, but before she could lower herself, before she could finally take what she had been waiting months for, his hand found her jaw again and he held her there. Suspending her weight with one hand, not allowing her to move. He sucked again, teeth grazing her skin, and her pussy clenched, knowing what it needed was so close. She moved her hips, moved her legs, attempted to bounce to loosen his grip on her, her hands around his, but he only laughed, watching her fight to fuck herself on him.

“Theo”, she moaned. With one hand on her chin, he grabbed his cock with the other and began moving it, pumping as he slid it against her core, teasing her clit, playing with her entrance. “You said I could take it,” she said, fighting against the hand that held her aloft.

“All of it?” he asked.