Savannah, her breathing uneven, shook her head fiercely. “It doesn’t matter,” she managed, her voice trembling but resolute. “Don’t stop. Please… don’t stop.”
He stared at her in the dim light, his expression etched with both anguish and tenderness. His arms tightened around her protectively, holding her so close she could feel the erratic rhythm of his heart. For a moment, he was paralyzed by guilt, but the quiet strength in her gaze grounded him.
She clung to him as if anchoring her very soul to his, their connection transcending the physical. “Theo,” she murmured softly, her voice a plea and a promise.
Theo leaned forward, capturing her lips in a forceful kiss. His mouth was demanding but reverent, his tongue tracing the edge of her teeth before delving deeper. He poured all his apol
