Bed of Flowers

"Got you," Theo said, wrapping his hand around her ankle and stopping her retreat. 

They were still on the steps when he rolled her over and crawled over top, pressing down to blanket her with his body and take her mouth back. This time there was no holding back while the surge of adrenaline from darting after her like she was a little rabbit was still pulsing through his blood stream. 

Cora whimpered into him, and he grabbed her wrists, securing them above her head in one of his hands and pushing her chin up with other other so he could devour her more completely, more deeply, his tongue hoping to dominate the rebellion that had sprung up so suddenly to tease him.