[BOOK2]
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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 not an option.
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Is...
{Song of the chapter:- Shut up & Listen - Nicholas Bonnin and Angelicca}
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I can't think.
I can't breathe.
All I can feel is him.
Theo is everywhere. His heat, his scent, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress like he never plans to let me go. His lips are on mine—firm, demanding, but patient. Like he's savouring me, like he's memorizing every little sound I make, every tiny gasp he coaxes from my lips.
His hands roam, tracing slow, reverent paths along my body. He worships, not rushes. Fingertips ghosting over my collarbone before dragging down my arms, over my ribs, settling at my waist like he's grounding himself. His thumbs rub small, teasing circles against my hips, and my whole body shudders at the sensation.
"You're shaking," he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. He shifts, sliding down to press a soft kiss against my jaw, then my throat, lingering there for a moment.
I swallow hard. "I—I'm just..." I trail off, my face burning.
Nerves mix with desire, twisting deep in my stomach. I've never done this before. No one has ever touched me like this—like I belong to them. Like they want to consume me whole.
Theo must sense my hesitation because he slows, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to look into his eyes. They're dark, hungry, but there's something softer beneath the intensity.
"You know I'd never hurt you, right?" His voice is rough, wrecked. "I'll take my time with you, baby. Give you exactly what you need. Just let me in."
I nod, swallowing past the lump in my throat. "I want you, Theo."
A low groan rumbles deep in his chest, like my words snap the last thread of his restraint. His hands are back on me, one sliding up my thigh, teasing at the edge of my shorts. His touch is light, but the heat of it sears straight through me.
"Fuck," he rasps, eyes flicking down between us. "You're already soaking through your shorts, Luna." He presses his forehead to mine, his breathing heavy. "Tell me it's all for me."
I whimper as his fingers skate higher, barely brushing where I need him most. "It's for you," I confess, voice shaky. "Only you."
His curse is guttural. "That's my good girl."
His hand dips lower, dragging my shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. The cool air hits me, but I don't have time to be embarrassed because Theo groans like he's in pain.
"Fucking hell," he mutters, his fingers spreading me apart. "Look at you. So fucking wet for me, baby." He swipes his thumb over my clit, and my whole body jerks.
"Theo—"
He silences me with a slow, deep kiss, his fingers moving with deliberate, torturous precision. I've never felt anything like this—like my body isn't my own, like he's undoing me with the simplest touch.
