“Yes! Fuck… mmm-” I Moaned.

Camilla's POV,

Theon's hand was still under my shirt, warm against my bare skin, when I heard Liam's voice through the phone.

"Just checking in on you guys. Everything good? Is Cam doing okay?"

My breath hitched, and Theon's fingers pressed warningly against my hip, a silent command to stay quiet.

"Yeah, man. Everything's perfect." His voice was steady, controlled, even as his eyes burned into mine. "Cam's fine. We're just hanging out."

Hanging out. Right. With me in his lap and his hand up my shirt.

"Good, good. Listen, I've got good news… wrapped things up early. I'll be home tonight. Probably around eight."

My eyes went wide. Tonight. Eight o'clock. I glanced at the dashboard clock; 3:47 PM.

We had just over four hours.

"That's great, man," Theon said smoothly, his thumb tracing circles on my stomach. "Drive safe. See you then."

He ended the call and tossed the phone aside, his full attention back on me.

"Four hours," he murmured, his voice dropping to that dangerous tone that made me melt. "That's all the time we have before your brother comes home and this gets a hell of a lot more complicated."

"Wait, Theon–"

"So I'm not wasting another fucking second." He captured my mouth in a searing kiss that stole whatever protest I might have had. "We're going home. Now."

~~~~~

The drive back was a blur of sexual tension so thick I could taste it. His hand stayed on my thigh the entire time, inching higher and higher until his fingers brushed the seam of my jeans. I couldn't stay still, my hips shifting restlessly.

"Stop moving," he growled, his grip turning bruising. "Or I swear to God, Camilla, I'll pull this car over and fuck you in the back seat where anyone driving by can watch."

A strangled sound escaped my throat; half whimper, half moan.

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" His fingers pressed harder against my inner thigh. "My dirty girl."

When we finally pulled into the driveway, I barely got the car door open before he had me pinned against it, his mouth devouring mine, his hands claiming every inch of me he could reach.

"Inside," I gasped between desperate kisses. "Theon, we need to–"

"Now." He grabbed my wrist and hauled me toward the house, his keys clattering as he shoved them in the lock with shaking hands.

The second the door slammed shut, he was on me. His fingers tangled roughly in my hair, yanking my head back to angle my mouth exactly where he wanted it. His tongue invaded, claiming, and my knees went liquid.

"Jump," he commanded against my lips.

I obeyed, wrapping my legs around his waist. He caught me easily, his hands gripping my ass as he carried me up the stairs, teeth scraping down my neck hard enough to leave marks.

He kicked open his bedroom door and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced once before he was crawling over me, all predatory grace and raw hunger.

His mouth crashed down on mine again, bruising, demanding. His hands found my coffee-stained shirt and literally ripped it open, buttons scattering across the floor. My jeans were next, yanked down my legs so roughly the zipper scraped my skin. My bra disappeared, then my panties, until I was completely naked beneath him.

"Christ," he breathed, his eyes raking over me like he wanted to devour every inch. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

"Then do it," I challenged breathlessly.

Something feral flashed in his eyes. He stripped off his shirt in one violent motion, muscles flexing. When his hands went to his belt, I watched hungrily as he freed himself… thick and hard and already leaking.

"See what you do to me?" He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking once, twice. "I've been hard for you all fucking day."

My mouth watered. "Let me–"

"Next time." He pushed me back down. "Right now, I need to be inside you."

His mouth descended on my breast, sucking hard enough to make me arch off the bed. His teeth grazed my nipple before biting down.

"Ahh! Oh God–" I cried out, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.

"Love these sounds you make," he growled against my skin, his mouth traveling lower, teeth scraping over my ribs, my stomach. "Wonder what sounds you'll make when I taste you."

He settled between my thighs, and before I could prepare myself, his tongue was on me; licking, sucking, devouring. I grabbed his hair, not sure if I was pushing him away or pulling him closer.

"Oh God, Theon– mmm, yes, right there–"

"That's right, baby. Say my name. Scream it." His tongue circled my clit before he sucked it into his mouth, and my vision went white.

"Fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck–" My hips bucked against his face, shameless.

Just as I was about to shatter, he pulled back. I whimpered at the loss, a desperate keening sound.

"Not yet," he said, his chin glistening. "When you come, it's going to be on my cock."

He crawled back up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. The head of him pressed against me, and I was so wet I could feel myself dripping.

"This is going to be intense," he warned, his voice strained. "You ready for me?"

"Yes. God, yes, please–"

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

"AHHH! THEON!" I screamed, my back arching, my nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. The stretch was overwhelming, bordering on too much, but then he was fully seated inside me and the burn transformed into desperate need.

"Fuck, you're strangling my cock," he groaned, his entire body shaking with the effort to stay still. "So goddamn tight."

"Ohhh– please– move," I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Fuck me, Theon. Hard."

He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled almost all the way out before driving back in, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Each thrust punched a cry from my throat. "Yes! Oh God, yes!"

"You like that?" He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "Like feeling me split you open?"

"Yes! Fuck– mmm– yes! So good, so fucking good!"

"Such a dirty mouth on my good girl." His hand slid down to wrap around my throat… not squeezing, just holding, possessive. "Who's making you feel this good?"

"You! Ahh– only you! Fuck, Theon, I–"

"Damn right." His other hand found my clit, rubbing harsh circles. "Now come on my cock. Want to feel you milk me dry."

"Oh God, oh God, I'm– I'm gonna– THEON!" The combination of his fingers, his words, the relentless pounding—it shattered me. "YES! FUCK YES! OH FUCK–"

I came so hard I saw stars, my body convulsing, clenching around him rhythmically as I sobbed his name, incoherent sounds spilling from my lips. "Ahh– mmm– oh God, Theon– yes, yes, yes–"

"Fuck, Camilla!" He thrust twice more, erratic and desperate, before I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with heat as he groaned my name like a prayer and a curse.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us gasping, hearts racing. After a moment, he rolled us so I was draped across his chest, his arms locked around me like he'd never let go.

"You're incredible," he murmured, pressing kisses to my hair. "Absolutely fucking incredible."

I was too wrecked to respond, my body still trembling with aftershocks, small whimpers still escaping me.

His hand stroked lazy patterns down my spine, and I felt him already starting to harden again inside me.

"Ready for round two?" he asked, rolling us so I was beneath him again, a wicked grin on his face.

I should have been exhausted. Should have needed time to recover.

Instead, I pulled his mouth down to mine. "Show me what else you've got."

His answering groan vibrated through both of us as he began to move again, slower this time, deeper, drawing out every sensation until I was writhing beneath him, begging for more.

"Please– mmm… need more– harder–" I moaned, my nails scratching down his back.

"Greedy girl," he chuckled darkly. "I'll give you everything you need."

And he did. Again and again, until we were both spent and satisfied, tangled together in the ruins of his bed, our bodies marked and claimed and utterly wrecked.

"Mine," he whispered as I drifted toward sleep.

"Yours," I agreed, meaning it completely. "Always yours.”

Time seemed to slow down, the world narrowing to just the two of us tangled together.

I had lost track of everything; time, consequences, reality. There was only him, only us, only this perfect moment that felt like it could last forever.

My phone buzzed somewhere on the floor, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered except the way he was looking at me, touching me, making me feel things I'd never felt before.

We were so lost in each other that we didn't hear the front door open.

Didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs.

Didn't hear anything until a voice called out from the hallway.

"Cam? Theon? You guys here?"

We froze, our eyes meeting in sudden, absolute horror.

Liam.

The footsteps got closer, heading straight for Theon's room.

"Seriously, where are you guys?" Liam's voice was louder now, just outside the door.

We were still tangled together, both completely naked, his body still partially covering mine. There was no time to move, no time to hide, no time to do anything but stare at each other in panic.

The doorknob turned.

"Yo, Theon, you in–”