Camila’s POV:
“Oh my Goodness. Theo, don't stop.” I moaned as his thrusts deepened and paced up, my body syncing perfectly to the rhythm of each powerful movement. His hands gripped my hips, giving guidance to me, the sensation washed over me.
“Camila...” Theo groaned in rasped breaths, his voice low but desperate.
A wave of warmness surged inside me, and I could feel it building—my release was coming, growing warmer and more intense by the second. I could barely contain the sensation washing over me, and I quivered beneath him. His pace quickened, and I knew that Theo had reached his c****x.
“Oh, my f*****g goodness, Theo.” I groaned softly, my voice calculated not to be too loud, even though every fiber of my existence screamed with pleasure.
Then, as if in perfect synchronicity, my
