Chapter 38

The astonishing sensation of being filled by Theo was a million miles from fine—it was shattering and incredible. It was pleasure on a mind-numbing scale. “Oh, Theo,”

The awareness that he was her first lover primitively excited and horrified Theo in equal measure, though, as she squirmed beneath him, excitement took the upper hand.

“Slowly,” he urged, easing himself from the tight silken grip of her body.

It hurt, this searing, this moment, and then it was gone—and whatever it was she had just lost, she had found so much more. Camille's instinctive cry of protest was almost immediately transformed into a fractured moan of startled pleasure as he slid back into her. She lifted her hips instinctively to meet him as Theo repeated the process over and over until the heat was everywhere inside her—under her skin, the soles of her feet—her entire body was taken over by the process.

She buried her face in his neck, biting into the muscled column as he drove d