Mature content ahead, along with knife and a little wax play. Please read with caution.

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''Alright, so let's see if I got this right...'' Leo spoke up from the bunch of papers his face was hidden behind. He was standing in front of them as they all sat around the table in the library, ''We're testifying, all of us? Including Mila?''

Draco nodded slowly as Theodore hummed a silent yes. Both of them rested with their arms crossed over their chests, eyes locked at the table, not to risk looking anywhere inappropriate. Mila tangled her fingers into her hair, tucking her curls behind her ear, but she was quick to fold them back, not truly sure what to do or speak. 

Isla peered over at the nervous girl, feeling incredibly bad for what they were going through. Somewhat being able to relate to what was happening, she remembered the time when she didn't want to see any of her choices either. Recalling just how much she despised both Malfoy and Theodore at the beginning of the school year, only to not being able to live without either now.

''And that's supposed to help us how, exactly?'' He asked, not convinced with their plan, ''I mean, don't get me wrong. This is great, but the trial starts tomorrow, and I'm not sure how we're meant to convince them to let me stay out of prison, just by what? Speaking our feelings?''

Draco dragged his hands through his hair, his rings snarled into the blond strands as he sighed, once again needing to go over this, ''We're four people testifying on your behalf, and it's the first trial concerning the marriage law, so a lot of attention will surround it. We have to make it an emotional case, rather than a political one.''

Isla nodded to herself, piercing her stare at the table not to look at Malfoy as he spoke, but she was impressed. She'd never heard him speak similar to this before. He wasn't fooling around when he said he might be able to help them.

''He's right,'' Theodore agreed, ''There's a lot of people doubting this law already. Upset students and parents, considering the Ministry didn't take anyone into consideration but themselves, so if we manage to show them what they're actually doing regarding it, they'll cave. It's not humane. They're forcing people together and apart. That won't go unnoticed.''

Leo pushed his lips together, understanding how they planned it all, and his gaze landed on Mila as she sat utterly hushed and still. Not daring to speak a word, ''What do you think, darling? This isn't just about me, after all. You have a say in this as well.''

Isla looked at the girl, and she gingerly took Mila's hand in her own, stroking her thumb across her shaking knuckles, ''Do you need a minute?'' She asked silently. Knowing that the pressure could easily turn way too overwhelming, ''You don't have to agree to anything in here. You can go out and speak with Leo alone if you'd like.''

''No,'' Shaking her head, Mila looked back at her friend. Her skin had paled nervously, ''I just. All of you dropped out of school to help us with this. Malfoy is letting us live here so we can figure it out, and I can't—'' Her fingers tensed around Isla's, ''I can't ask you to argue the Ministry for me. They can easily come after you as well. You haven't chosen yet, and they will create problems for you if you meddle in something as serious as this, and I don't want that for you.''

''Then we'll deal with it, if it reaches that,'' Theo pitched in, his hand landed on her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze, ''We all want to do this, we want to help you, and if testifying is how we do it, then that's it. End of discussion, there's no questions about that.''

Draco nodded, slowly to consent to what Theodore said, and for the shortest of seconds, when Isla was meant to look from Mila to Theodore, their eyes leveled. Both of them looked away just as fast. They had yet failed to speak with each other for two whole days. Neither knowing what to say.

It was a wall of unsaid, unresolved matters between them. Things they didn't know how to speak, how to discuss without arguing, so they let it be. She stayed close to Theodore, and Draco tended to be for himself.

There was one moment this morning at breakfast, where their fingers touched, reaching for the kettle at the same time, and they froze, both of them, for seconds.

They used to touch each other all the time, soft strokes, hard grips, kisses, holding, but not now — now that wall of torture stood more solid than ever between them.

''He's right,'' Draco muttered, gritting his jaws at the way they'd looked at each other, longingly, yet so coldly, ''We need to at least try to testify. There's no other option than that, except...''

All heads snapped to watch as Malfoy forced his chair back, walking over to a shelf and dragging what looked like a black safe out. Shining inky coat, a magical lock on the front of it. He took his wand in his fist and mumbled a quiet spell to make it flip open, ''We have these. If things don't work out the way we want them to... I got these.''

The box landed on the table with a thud, revealing the things concealed inside, the things he'd filled it with. Passports, money not their kind, muggle money, birth certificates.

Isla's eyes widened, scowling at him, ''Draco,'' Her tone was hard, accusing, ''May I have a word outside?''

''No.''

''No?''

Theodore pushed his lips tight at Malfoy's answer, knowing that nothing good could come of this. His fingers scratched the back of his neck in awkwardness as Isla shook her head, staring blankly at the blond.

''I'm not defending this, and especially not to you.'' Draco said, poking his chest out, ''This has nothing to do with you. This is their choice. If Leo wants to go to Azkaban, he's more than free to do so, but you're not going to lecture me for finding another way out of this for them.''

Isla stood up, crossing her arms, ''Lecture you?'' She sounded offended, ''What the hell is that supposed to mean?''

''Exactly what it bloody sounds like.'' Draco fired, his hands slammed into the table, ''I'm not going to defend myself in this. They don't have to take it. If they wanna risk their chances, be my guest, but I refuse to be painted as some bad guy for trying.''

''Trying?'' Isla rose her brows, forcing her own hands into the wood, challenging him from across the table with all eyes snapping between them, ''You're telling me that sending them away is trying? You're actually telling me that making them hide for the rest of their lives is doing them a favor?''

''Then what the hell do you want me to do?'' Draco began to feel annoyed, losing his tamed temper, ''I've done everything I can for this to work. I've bent myself inside out for you to be happy with this.''

Suddenly, it didn't sound as if they were discussing the case anymore.

''You have?'' Isla gritted her teeth, ''So you're not choosing the easy way out? Abandoning all the reasonable ways to do this and taking a shortcut just because it makes you feel better?''

''You clueless fucking witch,'' He growled, ''Did it look like I took a fucking shortcut? I fought for this, just like you did.''

''Oh, did you now?''

''Don't you fucking dare—''

''No, don't you dare!'' She pushed off the table, taking steps back, ''Don't you fucking dare justify what you've done. You didn't fight for anything when you said someone else's name while kissing me, and then tried to fix it by giving me a damn key to a house you bought just to prove a point.''

The whole room hushed. Neither of them even clocked that Mila, Leo, and Theodore were still seated between them.

''Perhaps we should talk about this outside.'' He didn't ask. He demanded, ''Right fucking now, Clarke.''

''Wait—'' Leo stopped them, shaking his head in confusion, ''Is that why you two don't speak to each other? Because he said someone else's name?''

''Oh, sorry—'' Isla raised her voice, her eyes still bored in Draco's, ''He said he loved someone else, not one, not two, but five times while he kissed me.''

''Clarke, shut your fucking mouth—''

''And if that's not enough,'' She threw her arms out, backing away even more, ''He did so after he carved his damn name into me, marking me with some sick claim, so he never has to admit that he's in love with me.''

''Carved what?'' Leo looked at Theodore, ''Wait when was this? Aren't you and Theodore a thing—''

''Why does he think you're a thing, Clarke?'' Draco spat, his face slightly falling, ''You fucked him here, didn't you? You God damn whore. Wasn't enough that you fucked me in every room in this house, you had to fuck him too—''

''That's enough,'' Theodore slammed his balled-up fists into the table, staring Draco down, ''That's more than fucking enough, Malfoy. Don't you dare call her a fucking whore right now.''

Draco snapped out of his trance, his sight moving from Theo to Isla as he saw the betrayal her irises were stained with.

''You're fucking sick,'' Isla had tears in her eyes, ''You're so fucking sick for saying that. You know exactly what happened between us, and still, you call me a whore?''

Draco stayed quiet, all of them watching as she ran out of the room.

''Let her go, Malfoy.'' Theodore stood up, blocking the blond's way as he meant to run after her, ''You promised you'd give her space if she needed it, and instead you make her come here, live underneath the same damn roof as you.''

Draco's palm pushed into Theo's chest, shoving him back, ''I didn't make her do shit. She didn't have to come here—''

''That's fucking bullshit, and you know it,'' Theo spoke, calmly, not giving into Draco's temper, ''Offering to help her friends and then expect her to walk away from it and not stay here with them is as much shit talking as the speech you just gave her.''

''Oh, but look at you!'' Malfoy retaliated, ''Being all mature and grown-up now, are we? I fucked her the God damn night she ran to you for help, and so did you. Both of us had the same fucking night. If that's not disgusting, I don't know what is. Calling her a whore is the least—''

Both of them had failed to notice Mila sneaking up next to Theodore and the second Draco spoke the terms he did, her palm struck his cheek.

She slapped him.

Draco stumbled back, his own hand reaching his reddened chin as his eyes darkened in fury, ''Did you just slap me?'' He seethed, angrily, ''You fucking—''

Malfoy took a step forward, aiming for the girl, but Theodore stretched his arm out, pushing himself in front of Mila, ''Don't—'' He looked down at Draco, his shoulders straightening, ''Just walk away, Malfoy. Leave it.''

He stared them both down, shocked and confused about his own actions for a second, before he rolled his shoulders, cocking his head, ''I'm— I'm not staying here tonight.'' He bent over the table, gripping his wand. Storming past them, he mumbled, ''I'll see you in court tomorrow.''

Draco left, and they all stayed startled behind.

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Theodore knocked on their door, slowly shoving it open as he watched Isla tucked down in the bed, lying on her side all curled up.

''Love,'' He cleared his throat, earning a shift in her position, making her sit up, ''Are you...'' Realizing just how stupid that question would sound, he stopped himself.

''I'm fine,'' She whispered, dragging her hands through her hair, ''I'm sorry you had to see that, all of you. I don't— I don't know why I did that.''

His whole self softening at her way of apologizing, he shut the door closed, walking up to her side of the bed, ''It's not your fault.'' He muttered, arching over her. He pressed a kiss onto her head, ''He's acting like a spoiled child.''

Isla closed her eyes, breathing in the touch he brought, ''It's not... It's not all his fault. I started it. I shouldn't have done that.''

He hummed quietly against her before he curved back up, walking into the bathroom, ''Still, he went too far. Speaking as he did... It's not acceptable.''

Isla huffed out, silently and her eyes fell to watch her hands placed in her lap, ''Is he alright? I didn't mean—''

''He left,'' Theodore turned the water to the shower on, the sound of it filling the room, ''He tried to start a fight by speaking a lot of shit, and then Mila slapped him, and he tried to—''

''She did what?'' Isla cut him off, staring at his spine through the door, ''What did he say?''

''Nothing—''

''Theo,'' She said, harder, ''What did he say?''

Gripping the sink, he sighed, ''That you fucked us both the same night, and that he had all right to call you a whore.''

She gulped, pinching her lashes shut as she hushed.

''And Mila took care of it, but he... he left.''

''Theodore,'' Isla whispered, feeling guilty at the way she knew what Draco had said was true, ''I don't want to hurt you.''

He sighed again, ''How many times do I have to tell you that you're not—''

''But I understand if you're upset. I did sleep with him before I came to you, and I... I can't excuse that. I did it, but it was—''

''I'm not upset.''

''But I understand if you are—''

''For fucks sake!'' He nearly roared out, turning the shower off and halting in the doorway, ''Do you want me to be mad? Do you want me to treat you like he does? Fucking fine, Isla. You don't think it makes me bloody mad that you fucked him before you came running to me? Like always?''

''What—''

''Because that's what you do, isn't it?'' He snapped, lowly, ''You fuck him, he does something to hurt you, and you come running to me, begging me to fuck you too, and I take it, Isla. I take it every damn time, and I pretend like it doesn't hurt me because I know how hard this is for you, but you want me to act differently? Fine.''

''I just...'' Isla hushed down, her fingers tangled into the covers of the bed, ''I don't want you to be uncomfortable.''

''Where?'' He asked harshly, ''Where did he fuck you? On his bed?''

''Theo—''

''How many times?''

''Theodore, please.''

''You don't think I'm fucking uncomfortable having his damn name carved into your body? I have to see that every bloody time we fuck, Isla. In the shower, when we're sleeping — I can't fucking escape it.'' He gripped the doorpost, his fingers digging into the wood, ''Knowing that he did that to you in this fucking house.''

''But you said—'' Shaking her head, she stuttered, ''You said it was fine. You said you didn't care.''

''I don't give a fuck about what I said.'' He cleared, narrowing his eyes at her, ''Does he have your name?''

She stayed quiet. His head dropped to between his shoulders, ''Did he fuck you on his bed?''

''Theodore, I didn't mean to—''

''Don't fucking Theodore me right now.'' Spitting his words, he marched up to the bed, ''Tell me. Did he fuck you on his bed?''

She nodded slowly as he groaned, throwing his head back.

''But it was before he hurt me. I haven't— I wouldn't do that now. I haven't slept with him since—''

''Come here,'' He cut her short, reaching his arms out, and he trapped her hips in his hands, moving his touch up to her waist before he threw her over his shoulder.

''Theo—'' She gasped, draped across him as he stormed out of the room, booting Draco's door open, ''What are you—''

Throwing her into the bed, making her bounce, he towered her, ''You're a god damn whore,'' He mumbled, pressing his lips to hers, speaking lowly into her mouth, ''But you're my whore. Not his.''

Isla felt the rush of ecstasy coursing through her veins, her lips moving with his as the tension between them thickened. He never acted this roughly with her anymore. She liked it, missed it.

''Yours—'' She breathed, heavily, ''I'm your whore, please—''

''Don't,'' He gritted, his knee pushing between her legs, pressuring over her core, ''Don't you dare fucking lie to me right now. I bet you promised him the same thing, yeah?''

Isla gulped, her fingers digging into his arms. She didn't know how to answer that. Not knowing if she wanted to give him an answer to his question.

''Don't worry, love...'' Theodore traced wet kisses down her jaw, breathing into her ear, ''A whore is meant to be shared, right? If he had you like this, so can I.''

He ripped her shirt to pieces, kissing and biting his way down her chest. Leaving marks that would bruise, scratching her skin with his teeth so it bled, ''Did he use a knife?'' He looked up at her, seeing her panting beneath him.

''He did—'' She moaned, ''I need you, please—'' His knee between her thighs made her whole body ache, rolling her hips against him, ''Theo, I can't—''

''I don't give a damn if you can't wait,'' He said, reaching for the wand in his back pocket before he mumbled a spell that had a knife appear on the mattress.

She shuddered at that, her hips bucking against his knee, his tongue licking his way up her chest. He tore her bra in two, having her gasping at the chilly air as it tickled her nipples.

Taking her breast in his hand, he licked lap following lap across it. She moaned, louder now. So loud that he had to reach for his wand again, but this time he silenced and locked the room. Making sure that no one could interrupt them.

The tension inside her evolved. She couldn't focus. He had her such a hold, marking and scarring her body with his mouth. Replacing his knee with his hand, he cupped her cunt, his eyes narrowed, hungrily so, ''I am going to fuck you now,'' He chuckled, darkly, ''And I won't be gentle.''

She was a heaving mess below him, her fingers reaching for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as he watched her. She was eager, rushed. Her skirt folded over her stomach, her underwear soaked.

Arching up, she dragged his shirt off of him, leaving his chest and stomach bare, flexing, ''I want you,'' She tangled her fingers into his hair, forcing him down with her, but he didn't obey.

Theodore caught her wrists in his hand, large enough to pin both of her arms down with one of his. Nailing them above her head, he rolled his tongue across his bottom lip, ''Think you can do that to me, yeah?''

Her own lips quivered, he barely touched her yet, and he had her shaking. He laughed, ''Pathetic little whore, thinking I'm one for you?'' Leaning down, Theodore brushed his mouth over the shell of her ear, ''Not now, Isla. Now you're the whore.''

A scream fled her throat, her nails digging into the hand he held her down with as he ripped her underwear apart with the knife, trailing the tip of it over her inner thighs, ''You dirty little thing... so sensitive...''

Her chest rose and fell uncontrollably as he dropped the knife to the mattress, using his fingers instead, ''May I?'' He tilted his head, grinning at her, ''May I fuck you with my fingers until you're begging me to stop?''

''Yes—'' She nodded, rapidly, her hair leaking wildly around them, ''Please—''

''Shhhh...'' He muttered, circling her clit with the pad of his thumb, ''You're not allowed to speak right now. I don't want to hear you.''

Biting down her own lip as he pushed two fingers into her, she felt tears edging in the corner of her eyes, her eyes rolling back almost immediately. He usually waited a while until he curled his limbs. Before he arched where she craved for him to be, but not now — now he hit her sweet spot in one go.

She couldn't breathe. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to increase the tension between them, how to have her fall apart with just a few thrusts, and he did. He had her tossing and turning and gasping for air without even trying.

Laughing dryly at her, he enjoyed this a little too much. She could tell that he did. He moved so roughly, pounding his fingers into her with a feral pace. He wasn't human in this state. Theodore was someone hunting for his prey, someone that didn't bother for how she whimpered on the tips of his fingers. Someone that was going to fuck her on his best friend's bed.

Isla couldn't even speak it as she came crashing down, soaking his fingers. She spasmed, jolted, and collided. He didn't stop.

Theodore kept going.

His fingers arching further, short, harsh strokes against her clit at the same time, ''Come again,'' He demanded, and she nodded, wanting to do this with him. She wished to be with him in this way. She'd missed it. She'd missed the feeling only he caused her to feel.

''There—'' Her arms tried to yank out of his grip, wishing to hold onto him, ''Right there! Yes— yes, please—''

She was falling again, so quickly. She couldn't hold it back. His thumb abused her clit as his fingers pumped, arched, and scored rightly within her, ''How many times did he fuck you?'' He grunted, his lips hovering her neck, ''When you stayed here? How many times?''

''Theodore—'' Isla cried out, screaming, tears rolling down her cheeks at how hard he was pounding his fingers, ''I don't—''

''How many times?'' He asked again, harder, ''Tell me, right fucking now.''

''Three!'' She arched her spine, throwing her head back as she came for the second time, shaking. She was shaking.

''Mhm,'' He took her nipple between his teeth, latching his lips around it, ''Then you'll come three times on my fingers, and three times on my cock.''

She couldn't listen, not hearing him correctly as he kept fucking her with his hand, letting her ride her orgasm out, ''I can't—'' She panted, heavily, ''I won't be able—''

''You will,'' Theodore smirked, feeling how her body was easing down, and he sped up his pace again, quickening his fingers, slamming his hand against her rougher, ''You can and you fucking will.''

She tried. Isla rolled with him, her body on full display for him, her clothes ripped to pieces around them. She focused on that tingling feeling inside her, that knot in the pit of her stomach as it unraveled again. Not having a clue to how she could come for the third time, but she did.

Her body slaved his, obeying every inch of his hand and his touch as her orgasm dripped down his wrist. Wet sounds echoed now.

''Good,'' He whispered, slowing his pace and pulling his fingers out of her, ''Such a good little whore, yeah? Finishing on my fingers.''

Swallowing the salty taste of her tears, she watched him lick his fingers clean. Theo's eyes rolled at the taste of her, ''Fucking goddess...''

''Let me feel you now,'' She gasped, her breaths trembling, ''Please.''

''So eager...'' Theodore took his time, looking down at her with a tense stare as he let go of her arms, taking her jaw in his hand instead, ''Three times in just ten minutes, love. That's a lot even for you,''

''More,'' Her hands flew to his hair, reaching up to kiss him, ''I want more, I need more, please—''

''Mhm,'' He groaned against her lips, tongues touching, teeth crashing, ''I'll give you more alright, but you need to be patient.''

Theodore bent back, stepping off the bed as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his hips, making them land on the floor along with his boxers. His cock slapped up against his stomach, and Isla rolled over, crawling over the bed to reach him.

He wanted to see more, more of her, more of what they were doing, so he fired a spell making lit candles float in the air around them before he gazed down at her again, seeing how she sat ready on the edge of the bed.

''Oh?'' He smirked. The lust-filled loops in her eyes took over as she watched his cock, leaking with precum. His tip was red, the veins coating it throbbing. She never looked at it as she did now. She never found it attractive, neither of the boys she'd slept with, but she did now.

It was huge, solid, aching.

''Let's see what those pretty lips are good for,'' He kept his amused grin, taking a step forward as she fell to her elbows, holding on all four on the mattress. She took his cock in her hand, giving it a few light strokes. Her thumb brushed over the tip, collecting the cum before she forced her finger into her mouth, licking the taste off of it.

Theodore hissed at that, dragging a heavy breath through his teeth as she looked up at him below her lashes, sweetly. Oh, Isla knew what she was doing.

Her tongue poked out, licking a flat stripe up the span of his cock, never letting her gaze part from his. She kept him pinned down with her eyes, humming quietly to herself before she let her lips fuse with the head, hollowing her cheeks to take most of it in before she latched onto him, bobbing up and down.

Theodore let his hands fist in her hair, gripping it roughly to aid her movements, pushing her down further on his cock. She nearly gagged, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, ''So fucking warm, love.''

Tears began to form in her eyes as his hips pushed forward, fucking her mouth harder, not faster, but deeply, and measured. He wasn't the one to go faster, but more intense, thrillingly harder.

With his cock deep down her throat, he bent over her, tracing the tips of his fingers over her back before he gripped her waist, holding onto her for seconds at the jolts of electricity her mouth caused.

''You better not make me come.'' He breathed, letting go of her waist, ''I still need to fuck you.''

His hand wrapped around one of the lighted candles, grinning as he brought it right above her spine, ''Don't choke now, love.''

Isla frowned, ready to pull back from around him. She didn't have the time. Isla couldn't stop the screams ripping through her chest as he poured the liquidized stearin over her spine. She shrieked and gagged and choked around his cock, trying to continue what she was doing. Trying to stay focused and in line, but the pleasure was overwhelming. The heat of the wax with his cock buried down her throat caused her to squirm.

After moments, after he was satisfied with the pain he'd granted her, Theodore whispered a spell, and he made the hot drops on her back disappear. She gasped, feeling numb as he let go of the candle, traveling lower.

Isla grasped at his hip with one hand, keeping herself steady with the other still pushed into the mattress. She shuddered at his fingers, reaching over her from behind and finding her cunt as she sucked him off.

''Mhm—'' She gagged around him, wishing to moan as he slowly, teasingly found her clit, rubbing circles, ''Theo—''

Trying to arch her back, lowering her stomach onto the bed to allow him to reach more, he let all four of his fingers brush over her. It had her squirming, her nails digging into his hip, her mouth tensing around him.

''Focus, Isla.'' Theo kept rubbing her clit, bucking his hips harder, ''Focus on my cock, how it would feel inside you right now.''

She was shaking.

''Think about me, fucking you from behind when you're on your knees.''

Inhaling through her nose, she bobbed faster, sucking him roughly, ''Please—'' She managed, her own hips rolling against his fingers. She felt so empty, achingly so.

''Think about riding my dick, Isla.'' His eyes rolled at the way her tongue licked his tip, groaning, ''Think about fucking me, taking control of me and fucking me however you'd like.''

She moaned. It caused his cock to twitch in her mouth. He was so close, too close.

''Imagine your knees over my shoulders,'' He paced his fingers, ''Think about how deep I'd be inside you with your knees over my shoulders, love. How hard I could fuck you, pinned down.''

Isla tensed her lips, dragging her mouth over him one last time before she had to pull away. Yanking her head back. She cried out. He had her coming again, soaking her own thighs, and just as she did — he came too, his cum spilling wildly over her breasts as he bent back up.

''Lay down, now.'' He spat, wasting no time, and she did. Tremblingly, Isla fell to her spine. His hands grabbed her hips, and he pulled her all the way to the edge of the bed, so he could stand up while fucking her.

Theo did exactly what he said he'd do. He took her knees over his shoulders, placing his palms on each side of her head as she dipped her hand between them, taking his cock in it and leading it to where she needed him to be.

He was still hard. Always did he manage to be hard for her.

''Fuck—'' He pushed into her, sinking into her depths as she moaned, moving her hands up his bare arms and tangling her fingers into his hair, ''Fuck, you're so wet.''

''You make me—'' Cut off by another groan, she felt his forehead diving to lean on hers, ''You make me wet, Theo. I'm so fucking soaked for you, all the time—''

He kissed her, roughly pushing his lips to hers as he bucked into her cunt, filling her up and withdrawing at a steady pace, over and over.

It nearly hurt. He was fucking her hard, mighty. His cock stretched her to a point where she had to focus on how to breathe. He pounded into her, again and again. Giving her hard rolls of his hips as his bones crushed against hers.

The room was still lighted by floating candles, crowded in mist. Their heavy panting, along with the warmth of their bodies moving so intimately with each other, had haze coating the windows, the sheets damp.

''A little more,'' Theodore groaned, wanting to push in all the way, granting her every inch he had, ''Come on, just a little more.''

Isla threw her head back, the top of it tucked into the pillow as he placed soft kisses on the side of her curved knees. One of his balled fists let go of the covers and sheeted her hip instead, angling himself deeper, reaching more.

He hit the right spot, one, two, three times, and before Isla had the strength to react — she was dripping again, soaking his cock as it so violently worked in and out of her. She came. Her veins rushed, her body spasmed. He felt it.

Slowing down for a second, he looked at her. Their eyes meeting and she let her lips part, wanting to say the magical words for his heart to miss a beat, but he stopped her. He couldn't treat her this way if she said it.

He'd melt. He'd turn soft, and he'd fail to do what he came here for.

Instead, he kissed her. His lips tightly pressed to hers, shutting her up as he fucked her through it, feeling the flutters of her cunt aching around him as he pushed harder again.

''Two more times,'' He mumbled into her mouth, bending back and standing tall in front of her. He pulled out with a gasp fleeing both of their throats, leaving them empty and starving for more as he turned her around, having her on her stomach, ''You can do two more times, yeah?''

Isla nodded, her cheek forced into the mattress as he fisted yet another hand in her hair, and he pulled her back until she was standing on her knees over the sheets, her spine pressed against his chest, ''I can—'' She whined.

Her legs shaking, he could feel it, and he pushed into her from behind. Her cunt hugged his cock immediately, wet and warm and ready to take more of his anger.

That's how it felt to Isla, that he was taking all of what they'd been through, all they'd failed to argue about — out on her now, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The back of her head fell to his shoulder, his untied hand grabbing her breast as he cupped it, pinching her nipple between his fingers. She moaned.

She tried to arch her back, to push the lower part out for him to pound harder, but he kept her solid. His hand snaked over her chest, trapping her throat with his arm as he peered down to the mattress, the knife catching his attention.

''You see...'' He mumbled, plunging into her from behind, ''You have two choices, yeah?''

Isla cried out as he fucked her, ''I do! I do! Please—''

''How come only one of us is represented?'' His thumb pushing down onto the mark Draco had granted her, ''How come only his name is on your body, Isla?''

She couldn't answer, moans constantly feeling her parted lips, her hands wrapping around his arm, nails digging into his skin, ''Please, Theo—''

''All this damn begging...'' He smirked, stretching down for the knife as he brought it up to her throat, slightly dragging it down her chest. He didn't stop fucking her. He moved so steadily.

Theo smirked, feeling the back of her head as it landed on his shoulder again. He let one hand brush her hair to the side. The side Draco had marked, ''Do I get to be represented here too, Isla?''

She nodded, gulping and heaving at the same time. Her moans filling the room, ''Please— I want to have you here too, please—''

Theodore threw the knife up in the air before he snatched it, getting a better grip of it. He didn't speak more. He simply held her throat in a moored hold, making her stay still as he kept his hard pace.

She screamed out, pinching her eyes shut as he looked over her face, down to where he was carving her. Drops of blood rolled down her breasts. Her loud shouts were like music to his ears.

The pain of the knife, cutting his initials into her other shoulder in fusion with his cock reaching further into her, she couldn't hold it back.

Isla came again. He had her shaking, gasping for air as he dropped the knife to the mattress, holding her head against his shoulder. He bit down his lip, grinning devilishly at what he'd caused.

''There you go, love. So fucking pretty, bleeding for me.'' He spoke into her head, ''One more time to go.''

Tears of exhaustion rolled down her cheeks, feeling as he let go of her, pulling out for a minute. Isla looked down at the wound now coating her other collarbone.

T.N

''You can do one more time, right?'' He asked, softly between his own panting breaths, ''Just one more.''

Isla nodded weakly. He spun her around, lifted her up, sitting down on the bed with her on his lap. Her hand dove between them, grabbing the length of his dick and putting it in place.

Their lips close, open, moaning out in each other's mouths as he pushed into her.

Isla rolled her hips, using the last standing strength she had to buck against him, hitting the right spot over and over.

Theodore ached inside her now, being so close to reaching his second orgasm, ''Fuck—'' He growled, his hands large upon her spine. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, both of them knowing it wouldn't be long until they were crashing again.

His lips moved down over her chest, letting his tongue roll over her breasts, licking up the blood from his actions, ''God—'' Moaning out, his mouth found hers, allowing her to taste the tang of her own blood.

She bit his lower lip, grinning evilly at him, and before he even knew what was happening, her palms pushed his upper body back, making his spine collide with the mattress.

''Isla what the fuck—''

''Shhhh...'' She pressed her finger against his mouth, ''It's your time to be good for me now.''

His head was thrown back, moaning out at the pace she was holding.

Isla rocked her hips over him, angling herself to make him crazy, clenching around him right as she was close to slipping out only to push down harder.

''You're making me—''

''What?'' Her hair draped around them, ''What am I making you do, Theo? Come? Are you going to come for me?''

''Mhm—'' Theodore looked up at her, his fingers digging into her hips, ''Fuck—''

Isla swayed her head, making the long strands of her hair fall out her way, but when she did — she saw the knife.

Her devilish smile grew broader as she reached for it, ''My turn,'' She said, gripping the handle, trailing it up between them, ''Now you bleed for me, love.''

The tip of the blade struck his chest, right above the place his heart was beating. He screamed out, thundery. His shout caused the windows to clinker, but Isla didn't stop. She didn't falter until she'd scarred her name into his skin, soaring red, bleeding.

I.G.C.W

He knew her secret. He'd kept it safe for her. He deserved to have the deepest part of herself marked into him.

Her thumb brushed over the blood, pushing her finger between her lips. She smiled sweetly at the look of it, ''You're beautiful,'' She whispered, rolling her hips slower, her cunt hugging his cock tighter. She was close again. It wasn't as rough anymore. It was soft, gentle. Beautiful. It was beautiful.

The look of him was enough to come.

Theodore was closer, arching back up. He wrapped his arms around her, ''With me,'' He said, lowly against her, ''Come with me.''

''With you. I love you,'' She kissed him, sheeting his head with her arms, holding him near and dear, ''I love you so much, Theo.''

His body spasmed, she crashed.

Those words were it. He filled her up. Warm liquid gushed down her thighs as she shook.

It took them moments in quietness. Only the flickering lights of the candles around them sounded, sparkling silently.

''I love you more,'' He breathed against her shoulder, gingerly letting her roll off him as he followed. His body on top of hers, like always, ''You did so well for me, Isla. So good.''

She smiled. He smiled wider, pressing a soft kiss onto her lips.

''We did,'' Her voice thin, exhausted as she shut her eyes closed, ''We did good, Theo.''

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