She lay there, chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then she tilted her head, watching me with a familiar defiance dancing behind her eyes.
“Make me,” she whispered.
And I did.
Pulling her closer to me and pushing them apart as I lowered myself to the edge of the bed. Her legs parted for me easily, as if her body trusted me more than her mind wanted to. My hands slid up her calves, pausing at her knees.
I looked up.
She watched me, half-lidded, flushed from more than just the champagne we had with lunch. Her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath.
“Let me taste you,” I said softly.
Carmen nodded once, almost imperceptibly—but it was enough.
I dipped my head, starting slow.
Worshipful.
My fingers anchored her hips, and her thighs tensed under my palms.
I’ve grown addicted to this familiar taste. I craved the feeling of her metal piercing raking against my tongue as I drowned in her soaked thighs.
She was always ready for me.
Always.
No matter what mood she was in, when I got between her, what’s mine called for me.
She gasped, one hand gripping the sheets, the other flying to her mouth like she didn’t trust herself to stay quiet.
“Theo…” she whispered, a warning or a plea—I couldn’t tell.
So I kept going.
Not to prove a point, but becausethiswas something I knew only. I know her body, her pulse, the way she lost herself right before she gave in to me.
And I missed it.
She arched up, a quiet cry slipping from her throat, one hand threading through my hair to pull me closer. My name fell from her lips in broken syllables, and I let her fall apart.
Again.
Then again.
And again.
By the time I crawled up beside her, her skin was slick with sweat, her eyes heavy, lips parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t form the words yet.
I lay beside her, brushing a damp curl off her cheek. She turned her face into my palm.
“You can’t leave me,” I murmured, breath still shallow. “You know that, right? No one else can do what I do.”
“Do what?”
“Make you forget why you were mad at me.”
She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched. “You’re so annoying.”
