Page 28 of Isla

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, slowly pushing deeper, then adding a second finger. "This doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Don't stop," I beg, dropping my weight onto his fingers. He grabs my ass with his other hand, squeezing hard. I whimper, pushing back against him, letting my body speak for me. He runs his finger along my crack, testing the waters. A moan rips from the depths of my soul, my back arching, desperate for this. Wanting everything he's willing to give me.

"Turn around." The command in his voice has me facing him before I consciously decide to. The fingers that were just inside me slip easily between my cheeks to tease sensitive skin. I bite my lip, trying to keep in the ungodly sounds trying to escape. "Don't. I want to hear you."

"Theo, please." Our eyes lock as he pushes his finger against me, slowly breaching that tight ring of muscle.

"Fuck," I groan, reaching between my legs.

"That's it. Good girl," Theo breathes, sliding his hand past mine and pushing two fingers inside me, rubbing them slowly over my G-spot. He slides his finger farther into my ass as my body relaxes for him, both hands pushing and pulling in the same rhythm. I can feel the wet heat of his mouth through my sweatshirt as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck, my fingers are cramping," I gasp, shaking my hand.

"Have you been eating?" he asks, his expression thunderous.

"Can we talk about that later?" I beg, wanting to push his head between my thighs but too shy to do it. He squats down, using his teeth to drag down the waistband of my sweatpants. I help him, pushing them to my knees. He presses his nose just below my navel, sucking in a jagged breath.

He looks up at me, his eyes black. "Isla–" There's so much intimacy in how he says my name, and I know he's giving into whatever this is and asking me to do the same.

"Yes, Theo," I say, answering his unspoken question.

"You're all in?" he asks, his nostrils flaring.

"What about your brothers?"

"We'll figure it out. We always do."

"Then yes, I'm all in," I whisper, blinking back tears. What is happening to me? His hands continue their onslaught of my senses as he circles my clit with his tongue.

"Oh god, Theo." I thread my fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life as he breaks me down and builds me back up again. He fits his mouth over me, one long pull, and my vision goes black, my entire universe shrinking to this one moment.

"Come for me, Isla." The vibration of his voice has me bucking against him. He flattens his tongue over me, sliding it back and forth over my clit, increasing the pressure on my G-spot. It's too much.

"Theo, I–"

"You're doing so good. Lean into it. Don't hold back." One more thrust of his fingers and I'm dragging his mouth back to my pussy, grinding against him, the world exploding around us. My entire body clenches as my muscles spasm, ecstasy radiating through me in waves. He slows his movements as I come down, moving his lips to my lower stomach, nipping at my skin. He stands, pulls my face tohis, and kisses me like he's been waiting for this his entire life. He breaks away to allow us to breathe, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "If I had known it would be like this, I never would have left last summer," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. My stomach growls again, and he jumps back like I struck him. "Fuck, Isla. This was just supposed to be dinner." He pulls up my underwear and sweatpants, color leeching from his cheeks.

"I needed this more than I needed food," I assure him.

He swings me up into his arms, glowering down at me. I grin up at him like a fool. I never would have guessed there was so much heat under that stony exterior.

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*Theo POV*

How can I ever go back to the man I was before her? Before her soft moans? Before she went limp in my arms and came on my hands? I'm absolutely fucking ruined.

"Here." Her cheeks are stained red as she flips the top on a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirts it into my waiting palm.

"Don't be embarrassed." I nudge her chin with my knuckle, my heart stuttering when those luminous green eyes meet mine. "That was fucking magical."

"Thank you," she whispers, her husky voice tugging at my balls.

"No. Thankyou."

"For what?"

"For surrendering your body to me. For letting me peel away the layers to see the parts you keep hidden. And fuck is she magnificent." I can't stop myself from sampling her lips again, groaning when she angles her head and pulls me closer. It's my stomach that interrupts us this time.

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