“Look at me,” he demands. “Watch me fucking own you.”
* * *
“Holy shit, you’re a machine,” I say quickly through heaving breaths after collapsing on top of Theo an ungodly amount of time later.
Both our bodies are slick with sweat and other bodily fluids, and I’m not sure about him, but I can’t feel my legs, and I swear to God that every muscle in my body is twitching.
“It’s been a few days. I’ve been building it up.”
“Fucking hell.” I swat his chest playfully. “I think I might sleep for a week after that.” But even as I say the words, my stomach knots because I can’t. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. The party. The end.
“What’s wrong?” Theo asks, as perceptive as ever to my mood shifts.
“Nothing, just wondering how I’m going to walk to the bathroom to clean up.”
“I got you covered, babe. You wanna go now?”
His mesmerising green eyes stare down into mine, seeing everything I don’t want him to.
“Y-yeah,” I say, pushing away from his body, stopping him from reading my thoughts, my plans, my fears.
The second he’s on his feet, he scoops me up as if I weigh nothing more than his pillow and pads across his bedroom and into his insane bathroom.
I almost sigh with relief at the sight of it.
How I’ve missed that shower.
Like the perfect boyfriend that he most certainly isn’t, he deposits me on the toilet before running the shower and stepping under the spray long before it’s had a chance to warm up.
I watch as the water runs over his rippling muscles. He tips his face into the torrent before pushing the water away with his hands and slicking his hair back.
Fuck me, I’m a lucky girl.
Or at least I am for a few more hours.
Grief tugs at my insides, knowing what I’m going to do. What I’ve got to do. It’s going to hurt, I’m not stupid. But sometimes, that plaster just needs ripping off.
“You’re looking at me like it’s the last time you’re going to see me.”
Forcing a smile on my face, I do my thing before stepping into the shower with him.
“Don’t be silly, I’m just enjoying the view. Anyway, you’d have to let me out first. I don’t have much choice in looking at you while you keep me locked up here like your personal sex slave.”
“Mmm… I like the sound of that.” Wrapping his arm around my back, he tugs me into his body and brushes his lips against mine.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says into our kiss.
“You’ll get bored soon enough. In case you hadn’t noticed, I can be messy and a bitch.”
“Haven’t seen anything I don’t want yet. Be a bitch all you like, I happen to like your claws.”
He pushes me up against the wall, wrapping my leg around his waist and allowing his once again hard cock to brush against my overused pussy.
“Again?”
“Like I said, can’t get enough. I’ll totally take your mouth if you’re sore, though.”
“And they say romance is dead.”