CHAPTER 45: ***I BELONG TO YOU***

Chapter 45: I Belong To You: ****

When Theo moved his head up, his own pride was acting weird.

As blood rushed in, Theo felt the warm, surging fullness that spread from the groin into the penis.

It was pleasurable tingling and like a deep thrumming sensation.

The tissue expanded, swelled, and stretched, creating a sense of intense internal pressure.

It felt completely engorged, almost like the skin was being pulled tight over the firm core.

"Fuck..."

Theo unbuttoned his pants, and showed Danielle what he was hiding all this time...

It wasn’t a small pickle like the picture that Jackson had sent her...Theo was big...and massive...

"Th-Theo?" Danielle stuttered, looking at it like it was a painting of Mona Lisa.

"Not now, Bunny...I’m getting really hard for you."

He widened his legs, and placed himself near her entry. "Are you ready?" He quivered.

Danielle swallowed that gulp that was stuck inside her throat and gave a weak nod. It was Theo after all, he wouldn’t hurt her...

As so she thought.

When Theo forced himself inside, Danielle’s whole body locked in...she felt like an old tree, not being able to move or lift her fingers.

"Th-Theo..." She called him through gritted teeth, but it didn’t matter to Theo.

He placed her legs up, holding them like a souvenir while he was moving his hips in and out...

The wetness of Danielle made him feel like he was being swallowed by the sea-it just didn’t stop...and the sea was too deep for him to reach the bottom.

His focus was a single, white-hot urge, blinding him to everything but the rhythmic friction.

He heard the muffled sound of her name on her lips, but in his current state, it registered only as a high, faint ringing against the sound of his own blood roaring in his ears.

Every taut was like a pressurised nerve in his body that was asking for relief, overriding the gentleness that usually defined him.

But then, the quiet in the room changed.

The smooth pull that had initially seized him began to feel wrong. He looked down, finally seeing the tension in her face, the way her eyes were wide and fixed, and the unnatural stillness of her shoulders.

Her whole body was fighting the experience, not yielding to it. The sea that was swallowing him suddenly turned cold.

"Bunny?" His breath hitched on the next thrust, the urgency immediately dissolved into a sickening jolt of clarity.

He stopped moving, holding himself perfectly still inside her, feeling the intense, suffocating pressure of his desire against her static resistance.

Theo let go of her legs, his own large hands started shaking as he cupped her face, forcing her to look at him, away from the ceiling.

Her eyes were clouded like a fragile film over a deep, hidden fear. The soft, sweet look he craved was nowhere in them.

"Danielle, look at me. I’m sorry. I...I went too fast." He pressed his forehead against hers, the sweat from his skin cooled rapidly on her brow.

The consuming fullness of his erection felt suddenly like a terrible, awkward weight.

"It’s okay," she managed, the phrase coming out thin and reedy. It was a lie, and they both knew it.

He pulled back, his jaw felt tightened. He wouldn’t risk moving until he knew he hadn’t broken something vital in their connection.

Theo started a series of soft, barely perceptible movements, tracing his thumb along her cheekbone, then whispering against her ear.

"Breathe with me, Bunny. Just breathe. I’ll go slower. We’ll go slow. I won’t move until you ask me to, okay? Tell me you’re here."

He could feel her heart beating against her ribs beneath his hand. He waited, letting the moment stretch out, waiting for the locked, knotted feeling in her core to release.

Having to earn his way back into the room, Theo felt hopeless... He had to remind her that this wasn’t about possession, but about the vulnerable, fragility of hers.

Danielle felt the sudden, blessed stillness. The agonising pressure of the silence was nearly as loud as his earlier movements, but it allowed her body to start unclinching, muscle by muscle.

The cold shock of realisation in his voice was what finally pierced the fear and drew her back. This was Theo, not a force, but a person...a man who was waiting.

She lifted a trembling hand, finding the damp curve of his shoulder and rested her palm there. It wasn’t a push; it was an anchor.

"I’m here," she blinked, finding her voice again. "I trust you. Just... let me move with you."

Theo let out a sigh of relief. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her close, letting her feel the weight of his entire, protective body.

He shifted his hips, not in a thrust, but in a slow inch, allowing her body to adjust, to accept the change in depth and dimension.

And so, Theo began to move again carefully, rocking a sway that had no hunger in it, only devotion. He watched her face, searching for the slightest easing of her tension.

This new pace...was unhurried, gentle, and utterly focused on her was a revelation.

Danielle finally felt the heat and friction transform into something beautiful. The initial discomfort was gone, replaced by a sweet, spreading chill that liquefied her muscles and pulled a small, involuntary sigh from her throat.

"Yes," she muttered deeply, grounded in sensation, and wrapped her legs higher around his waist. "Like that."

The word was all the permission Theo needed. The dam of his control didn’t break, but rather, opened slowly, allowing his movements to deepen, drawing out the tension until it was an electric thread connecting their bodies.

The soft, wet sounds of their connection filled the silence.

He watched her eyes close, watched her head fall back onto the pillow, and the sight of her body finally giving over to the pleasure she felt safe enough to accept it.

Danielle felt the pressure building into a dizzying spiral, not localised, but coming from her core and trembling through her limbs.

She dug her fingers into the muscles of his back, holding him tight as the world began to shatter into a thousand points of light.

"The-Theo!" With a gasping cry that was half-swallowed by his name, her body surrendered entirely.

A huge wave of heat surged outward, gripping him with such exquisite, shocking force that Theo cried out as well, burying his face in the curve of her neck.

He felt the last of the tight, anxious fullness drain away, leaving him not spent, but utterly and completely connected.

Theo couldn’t move and started feeling heavy on her, the two of them were so slick with sweat, breathing the same ragged, spent air.

Finally, he shifted, pulling back just enough to look at her. "Are you okay?"

"Ye-yes..."

He kissed her on the lips that wasn’t about urgency, but about ownership.

"You belong to me, Bunny," he breathed against her mouth.

Danielle brought a hand up, running her fingers through his damp hair. She didn’t need to speak; the slow, easy pulse of their bodies, still tightly joined, gave the only answer that mattered.

"I know."