Theo's POV
I slam into her, burying myself so deep she gasps, the sound torn from her throat like a sob. And then she’s on me, clawing her way into my skin, her nails raking across my shoulders, anchoring herself in the sharp edge of sensation.
My hand presses firmly against the fresh cut, and she cries out, her body arching, her nails digging deeper, dragging fire across my back. God, she’s perfect. Wild and raw and utterly mine in this moment.
I lean forward, tongue sliding along the line of blood, tasting the copper bite of it before capturing her mouth in a kiss. She whimpers into me, helpless beneath the weight of sensation as I pound into her harder, relentless, unforgiving.
Her head falls back, hair spilling over the edge of the bench, and still I don’t stop.
“Theo.”
Nathan’s
