Theo's POV
My urgency burned like fire, and I didn’t bother sparing her clothes from destruction. She gasped—a soft, needy sound that only fueled the inferno within me. Her pale skin, so soft under my touch, flushed a rosy red as my lips claimed her.
Her breath hitched, her moans spilling into the air as I pressed my hands against her waist, feeling her tremble. My lips trailed lower, leaving marks of possession. When I paused to glance up, her dazed eyes and quickening breaths told me all I needed to know. “May I taste you?” I asked, my voice rough with hunger, nearly a growl. She gave a small, shy nod. That was all I needed.
I started slowly, my lips exploring the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Each kiss, each flick of my tongue against her soft flesh, pulled more breathless moan
