[BOOK2]
Friendship built their world. Love will break it open. ❤️
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Isla Brookes and Theo Dwyers have been inseparable since childhood-always there for each other, always just friends. Though, things start to change and everything starts feel...
{Song of the Chapter - Walls by Chase Atlantic. A/N - It's been a while since we've had a spicy chapter. The only way I can apologise is by making it filthy and sexy - you're welcome xx }
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His mouth is still on mine when my knees hit the edge of the bed. I don't even remember moving, just the way his hands haven't left me—one gripping my jaw like he owns it, the other splayed low on my spine, urging me closer until there's no space left to breathe.
Theo kisses like he's furious. Like every drag of his mouth over mine is payback. And God help me, I'm eating it up.
I break for air, my chest heaving, but he doesn't step back. His hand tightens in my hair, angling my head so I have to look up at him. His pupils are blown, his jaw locked, and his voice is a low growl.
"You think you get to leave me," he says, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip, "and then show up here acting like I won't fuck the memory of it out of you?"
My breath catches, heat sparking low in my belly.
"You think I'm just going to let you come back without making you feel exactly what you put me through?" His thumb presses into my mouth, and I can't stop my tongue from curling around it.
His gaze darkens. "Yeah. Just like that, Luna. Open up."
My thighs press together, desperate for friction, but he notices—of course he notices—and his mouth twists in a sharp, knowing smirk.
"Ah, no. You don't get to be greedy yet," he murmurs, his other hand sliding down to grip my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "I'm going to take my time. Tease you until you're begging. And then maybe—maybe—I'll let you come."
My heart's hammering so loud I'm sure he can hear it. "Theo—"
"Shut up," he says, leaning in until his lips graze my ear. "You're not in charge here. I am. And after the shit you pulled? You're going to do exactly what I tell you."
I nod before I can stop myself.
He steps back just enough to look me over, slow, deliberate, his gaze trailing from my flushed face to the rise and fall of my chest. Then he hooks a finger under the hem of my top and drags it upward, his knuckles grazing my ribs as he strips it off in one smooth pull.
"Lie back."
The command vibrates through me. I do as I'm told, sinking onto the mattress, my pulse a pounding drum in my ears. He stays standing at the edge, looking down at me like I'm already spread out for him, like he's deciding where to start.
His hands go to my jeans, unbuttoning them with maddening slowness.
"You know what I'm going to do to you, Luna?" he asks, his voice low, conversational, as if we're talking about something casual. He peels the denim down my hips, his knuckles grazing my skin. "I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to take my time, get you so close you're begging me, and then I'm going to take it away. Over and over. Until you remember who you belong to."
