[BOOK2] Sequel to Tangled Hearts
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I want her.
I want her more than I've ever wanted anything.
But I can't have her. Because the moment I admit that out loud, the moment I risk everything we've built, I could lose her.
And losing Isla? That's...
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Isla is trembling beneath me, her breath coming in shaky gasps as her chest rises and falls, flushed and perfect. My own pulse is thundering in my ears, my body tight and aching with the need to take this further. I've got my hands on her, my lips close to hers, and every part of me is screaming to push this, to make her feel everything I've been holding back for years.
But I pause, hovering just above her, watching the way her eyes lock on mine, wide and vulnerable. She's waiting. For me. For this. And I don't think I've ever wanted anything more.
I lean down, brushing my lips over hers, soft at first, then harder, more desperate. The second her lips part, it's like something snaps inside me. I kiss her like I've been starving for it—because I have. She moans into my mouth, her hands flying up to grab at my bare chest, her touch electric, sending a jolt straight through me.
My body presses down against hers, and the second I grind into her, my cock hard and heavy against her thigh, she arches up, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips. God, the sound of it, the feel of her moving under me—it's enough to make me lose my mind.
A groan rumbles in my chest as her hands fly up, fingertips grazing over my skin, dragging across my chest, and the contact is enough to make my cock twitch, pressing hard and insistent against her thigh.
I grind against her, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of how hard she's making me. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure up my spine, and her sharp gasp, the way she arches up into me, hips meeting mine, is enough to shatter my last shred of restraint.
"Fuck," I whisper against her lips, my voice hoarse as I move against her again, the heat between us searing.
She moans into my mouth, and I swear the sound travels straight to my dick, making it throb painfully. Her hips rock up, matching my rhythm, creating a perfect, maddening friction that has me grinding harder, deeper. My fingers dig into her waist as I move, pressing her down, making sure she feels every bit of me. The slick heat of her body through the thin fabric separating us is torture, the kind I'd gladly endure forever.
I break from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, tasting her skin, warm and delicate. The scent of vanilla mixed with her own natural sweetness drives me insane, and I nip at the soft spot just below her ear, earning a desperate moan that makes my cock pulse harder.
"God, you feel so good," I murmur against her skin, my voice rough, barely holding back.
I kiss her harder, my teeth grazing her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. She gasps, her body arching against mine, and I grind down harder, making sure she feels every inch of me, pressing right where I know she needs me most.
"Theo," she breathes, and it's all I can do not to lose it. Her fingers trace down my chest, over the ridges of muscle, and when her hands slip lower, skirting the waistband of my shorts, I groan, my body shuddering under her touch.
