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Theo lifted her legs easily, pulling them around his waist, then sat up on his haunches and grabbed her hips, pounding into her steadily, indelicately. His cock caressed that place inside her—that hidden, secret spot he’d discovered—and it felt so overwhelming that she nearly whimpered.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his entire body flushed. His hips snapped tirelessly; he was tense as a bow string, his skin warm and damp with sweat, veins bulging under it. Seeing Theo so thoroughly undone undid her as well, and she felt the wave swell.

With the abruptness of hitting a wall, he stilled, panting, and she almost screamed from outrage.

“Turn over,” he pushed out, withdrawing from her—oh, even that felt too good to be true, him sliding out of her, leaving her bereft—and lifted himself onto his knees, fisting his cock roughly and staring down at her.

She was so absorbed by the sight that it took a moment for his words to sink in. “What?”

“Roll over, love.” He reached down and swatted her hip. He leaned forward and caged her under his arms, kissing her slowly. “Do you want to try?”

Suddenly blazingly shy, Maggie froze. “You’ll stop if I don’t like it?”

Theo paused, lifting a hand and cupping Maggie’s jaw gently. “I promise, Magdalene, if you find one moment of it anything less than incandescent, I will stop and make it up to you.”

Maggie licked her lips, summoning courage, and nodded. He kissed her forehead and put his hands on her, rolling her onto her stomach, pressing his mouth onto her shoulder blades, the curve of her back, the dimples above her hips. He nipped at the base of her spine, swiping his tongue across her buttocks, and pulled her hips up until she was on her knees, kneeling before him. She propped herself up on her elbows, heart hammering, and realizing fully how much trust she had in this man behind her. Maggie was not wont to make herself vulnerable, yet here she was, quite literally prone, offering herself up like a sacrifice.

Theo put one hand on her back, squeezing soothingly, and dragged his cock up and down the seam of her cunt, letting out a low moan as he worked into her. He pushed into her slowly, his hand now still on her spine, and a hiss escaped her as he sank fully in. Theo leaned forward, resting his forehead between her shoulders, not moving. “Is this all right?” He kissed her spine.

“Yes,” she managed, pushing her hips back and gasping; he was deeper than she had ever felt him, almost touching on painful. “Slow, please.”

He nodded against her back. “As slow as you like, sweetheart.” He thrust shallowly, testing, and she let out a harsh breath. “As long as you want.”

“God,” she huffed, collapsing onto the mattress. She was fit to burst, his slow stroking filling her deliciously, his hand working her clitoris in small, tight circles. “God, Theo, you feel so good.”

Theo grunted, increasing the pressure of his hand. “Just for you, love. Just for my Maggie.”

Jesus Christ. She was going to come from his tone alone, low and rich, sinking into her as fully as his cock was.

“Do you like it?” he asked, thrusting harder, still slow. The bed was rhythmically groaning beneath them, an obscene noise, and Maggie scrabbled to find her words.

“Maggie?” he slowed further, nearly stopping. “Sweetheart?”

“Don’t stop,” she buried her face in the pillow below her. “Please.” Her voice was muffled, but Theo heard her; Theo always heard her. “Please,” she repeated. “Theo, I like it. Harder.”

Theo released a long breath and gripped her hips tightly, then began. His thrusts were rough now, nearly punishing, and she heard herself making guttural sounds, desperate noises. She brought herself up to her elbows, her head hanging down, pushing back against him as much as she could. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me,” Theo ground out, his hand lightening on her clitoris, teasing her now. She sucked in a breath. “Every time I see you in the village, laughing or talking—fuck, Maggie—and all I can think about is how soft and wet you get for me, how sweet you taste on my tongue, how no one knows it but me.” His words were stuttered, clipping off with his movements, and he groaned. “God, watching you suck my cock almost killed me. Did you like it, sweetheart? Sucking my cock down your throat?”

“Yes,” Maggie managed, reaching beneath her to bat his hand out of the way. If this bastard was going to murder her with words, she was at least going to make herself come before she perished.

“Fuck yes, Maggie, touch yourself. Jesus, you’re so perfect. You feel perfect.” His thrusting was losing its rhythm and that pushed Maggie even closer, knowing he was near. She rubbed at herself frantically, huffing panting breaths into her arm, racing towards the edge.

“God,” Theo choked out. “God, I want to come inside you. I want you to feel me come inside you.”

The ground fell out from beneath Maggie, and she dropped to her stomach, convulsing around him, muffling a wail. Her hips jutted up, drawing out her orgasm, and her heart was racing faster than ever before; she was beginning to feel light-headed. Behind her, Theo swore harshly, jerking himself out of her right before his spend hit her back, one rush after another, and then he collapsed at her side, nearly hyperventilating.

They were quiet for a moment, breathing heavily, and Theo reached over blindly to grab at a handkerchief on the nightstand. He leaned over her and cleaned himself off her back, pressing kisses to her shoulder, her spine. She could hear him briskly wipe at himself, and then he was lifting the blanket, scooting her under it, and wrapping himself around her. Her back was pressed to his chest, his arm around her waist, and he nuzzled her hair, kissing her neck. “Are you all right?”

What a question. “More than. That was wonderful.” She nestled back into the warmth of him.

He tightened his grip, squeezing.

“Did you like it?”

Theo stilled behind her. “Hmm??”

“When I used my mouth?”

She felt him smile. “Yes, Maggie, I liked it very much.”