Faye clung desperately to Theodoric's shirt, her face flushed as she gasped for air.
He was just too big and too much for her!
"f**k! Theodoric! Are you a horny virgin? Slow down!" she shouted, dropping all her usual pretense, resorting to outright cursing.
Theodoric felt a surge of satisfaction—this was the Faye he remembered: bold, fiery, and completely self-assured.
It was this version of Faye that had captivated him when they were younger.
"Relax, sweetheart," he whispered, gently biting her collarbone as he thrust deeper, making her shudder with pleasure.
"Bastard...! I can't take this!"
Faye growled, sinking her teeth into Theodoric's shoulder hard enough to make him hiss in pain. That sound gave her a small sense of vindication.
Of course, she wasn't about to waste the pause
