{Song of the chapter:- Shut up & Listen - Nicholas Bonnin and Angelicca}

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.

This is different from the beach house. This is... this is unrestrained.

Theo isn't holding back. He isn't teasing or taking his time. He's taking. Claiming. Worshiping me with his mouth like he's been starving for it.

He pulls back, watching me closely as he pushes a finger inside me. My lips part on a gasp, my nails digging into his arms.

"Shh," he soothes, his other hand sliding up to cup my cheek. "I've got you, baby. Just breathe."

I force myself to relax, to focus on the way he strokes me, the way he presses slow kisses along my neck.

"That's it," he praises. "You're taking me so well."

His thumb circles my clit, and my whole body clenches. Pleasure coils in my stomach, hot and sharp. He adds another finger, stretching me, preparing me, and I can feel myself getting lost in him.

I whimper, my hips rolling up to meet his hand.

"There she is," he growls. "That's my girl. So fucking perfect."

I'm close—so close it's terrifying. But before I can come undone, Theo withdraws his fingers, sucking them into his mouth with a groan.

"Sweetest fucking thing I've ever tasted," he mutters.

Heat floods my face. "Theo—"

"Not embarrassed, are you?" He smirks, but his eyes are filled with something softer, something reverent. "Because I'm about to ruin you, baby. Gonna make you feel so fucking good."

He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing miles of golden skin, hard muscle, and the sharp lines of his abs. My breath catches, and Theo grins like he knows exactly what he's doing to me.

"Your turn," he says, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine.

His fingers hook into the hem of my shirt, and he tugs it up slowly, letting his knuckles brush against my skin as he goes. I lift my arms, letting him pull it over my head, and suddenly I'm wearing only my bra before him, my chest rising and falling with every shallow breath.

Theo leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that's both possessive and hungry.

"Baby, I've wanted this for so long, I've almost lost my damn mind."

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his fingers going to the clasp of my bra, unclasping it with one quick, practiced motion.

"But I think you're about to make me lose it."

His gaze drops, and the air between us crackles with tension.

"Jesus, Luna," he murmurs. "You're fucking stunning."

I blush, my hands instinctively moving to cover myself, but he catches my wrists, pinning them gently above my head.

"Don't," he says, his tone firm but tender. "I want to see you. All of you."

His eyes roam over me, dark and hungry, and I feel exposed in the most exhilarating way. He leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that's both soft and possessive.

"You're mine," Theo breathes against my mouth, the words sending a shiver of excitement through me, igniting something deep inside.

His lips trail down my jaw, my neck, and I tilt my head back, giving him more. He nips at my collarbone, a sharp bite that makes me gasp, and his hands slide down to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. The feeling is electric, and I arch into him, a soft moan escaping as I feel his groan vibrate through my skin.

"Mine to kiss," he mutters, his lips pressing against my chest as his hands wander lower, teasing me, claiming me with every touch.

"Mine to love," he whispers, kissing my stomach, the warmth of his mouth spreading through me, igniting every nerve.

"And mine to fuck," he growls, his voice low, raw, possessive. The words hang in the air between us, and I shiver at the intensity of them, the heat pooling between my legs.

He pulls away, his lips grazing my skin as he comes back up to my neck, and then—without warning—he bites down, sucking on the sensitive flesh. 

A moan escapes my lips, my head falling back into the pillows as the sting of his bite mixes with the heat building inside me.

"Theo," I gasp, my body shuddering at the sensation, the weight of his touch overwhelming.

"So fucking responsive," he mutters against my neck, and then his lips trail lower again, making their way to my breast. He sucks gently on one nipple, his mouth warm and perfect against my skin, and I moan, my body trembling beneath him.

My back arches off the bed, a moan escaping my lips as pleasure shoots straight to my core. His tongue flicks over the sensitive peak, and I whimper, my hands tangling in his hair.

He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while his free hand trails down my stomach, slipping between my thighs.

"You're nowhere near ready for my cock, Luna," he says, his voice rough. "You need more prep"

He kisses me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his fingers slide back inside me, curling in just the right way. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders, and he smirks against my lips.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

His thumb circles my clit, and I'm lost, my body trembling as pleasure builds inside me. He works me with expert precision, his fingers thrusting in and out while his mouth claims mine, swallowing every moan and whimper.

"You're so tight," he groans, his breath hot against my ear. "So fucking perfect. I could spend hours just like this, making you come over and over again."

His words send me spiralling, and I clutch at him, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cry out his name, my body shaking as he coaxes every last bit of pleasure from me.

When I finally come down, he's watching me with a look of pure satisfaction. "Perfect," he says, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You're ready now."

He pulls back just enough to reach for his wallet in his back pocket, retrieving a foil packet, his smirk never leaving his face.

I blink, a little confused. "Wait... what...?" I stammer, feeling the rush of nerves hit me all at once. "Is that...?"

His lips brush against mine in a kiss that's both soft and possessive, a promise and a demand all at once. Before I can even process it, his hands slide down to the waistband of his sweats and push them down in one smooth motion. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, and my breath hitches. He taps it lightly against my stomach, the weight of it sending a shock of heat straight to my core.

"Come on, Luna," he says, his voice dripping with that cocky confidence I both love and hate. "You know me better than that." His eyes lock onto mine, dark with desire. "I'd never take chances with you. Not when it comes to this. Not when it comes to us."

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. There's something about the way he says it—like it's the most obvious truth in the world—that makes my heart ache in the best possible way.

But before I can respond, he leans in again, his lips grazing my ear as he murmurs, "Last chance, Luna," his voice a gentle rasp. "If you tell me to stop, I stop."

I tilt my chin up, my fingers threading through the thick strands of his hair, holding him close, keeping him right where I want him. My voice is soft but steady, the words spilling out before I can second-guess them.

"I don't want you to stop. I want my first time to be with you."

His breath hitches, his body going still above me, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. I lean up, brushing my lips against his in a kiss that's tender but insistent, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it. When I pull back, my eyes lock onto his, and I'm immediately lost in the depths of his gaze—those deep, molten brown eyes that seem to see straight through me, pulling me under, drowning me in everything he's feeling.

And then, just like that, his control snaps.

I see it in the way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes darken with something raw and primal. His hands grip my hips, his touch firm and possessive, and he crashes his lips back to mine in a kiss that's all heat and hunger, no holding back. It's like a dam breaking, the intensity of it stealing the air from my lungs, and I can't help but melt into him, my body arching instinctively toward his.

"Luna," he growls against my mouth, his voice rough and wrecked, like he's barely holding himself together. "You're going to be the death of me."

A growl vibrates from his chest as he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I inhale sharply at the stretch, my body tightening instinctively.

"Shh, baby," Theo soothes, dropping a kiss onto my forehead. "Relax. Let me in."

He moves slow, inching inside me, watching my face the whole time. The pressure is intense, a deep ache, but he pauses, stroking my thigh, pressing kisses along my jaw, whispering against my skin.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, voice ragged. "Goddamn, Luna. You feel so good."

I exhale shakily, trying to relax, and he sinks in deeper. My nails bite into his arms, but I don't stop him. I don't want to.

He stills, his forehead pressed to mine. "Breathe, baby. Let me feel you."

I do, and the ache eases, morphing into something else—something warmer, needier. I shift my hips experimentally, and Theo curses under his breath.

"Fuck, you're trying to kill me," he grits out, pulling back just a little before pushing back in.

A gasp escapes me. The pressure, the stretch—it's overwhelming, but it's Theo. It's him.

"That's it, baby," he praises, his lips dragging over my cheek, my jaw, my throat. "Taking me so fucking well. Your pussy's gripping me like she never wants me to leave."

I whimper, overwhelmed, my body clenching around him as he moves.

He groans, voice wrecked. "Fuck, Luna. You're perfect. So wet and tight for me."

His words send a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

"Theo—"

"I know, baby," he rasps, his pace steady but deep, like he wants me to feel everything. "I know it's a lot. But you can take it. You were made for this—made for me."

My body starts to adjust, the pressure giving way to something electric, something that builds with every slow thrust. Heat pools low in my stomach, coiling tight, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Theo shifts, adjusting the angle, and—

"Yes ... oh, god." My head tips back as a bolt of white-hot pleasure shoots through me.

His smirk is pure sin, a look that has my heart pounding.

"That's the spot, isn't it?" he growls, thrusting again, hitting it with devastating precision.

A breathless moan slips from me, my legs tightening around him.

"I need more Theo, please—"

"Please what, baby?" His voice is a low, dangerous tease as his hand slips between us, his thumb finding my clit. He circles it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, making me shiver with need. "Tell me what you need."

I can barely form the words, my body writhing beneath him, but I manage to gasp, "You... Fuck... I need you," I scream, the intensity of it all crashing over me like a wave.

I'm falling apart, the pleasure cresting too fast, too strong. I clutch at him, gasping, trembling.

"That's it," he coaxes, his voice pure filth, pure worship. "Come for me, Luna. Let me feel it. Let me feel this pretty pussy milk my cock."

His filthy words send me tumbling over the edge. My body locks up, my vision blurring as pleasure crashes through me, sharp and blinding. I cry out, his name spilling from my lips in broken gasps.

Theo groans, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release. "Fuck, baby—" He buries himself deep, his body going rigid, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he spills into the condom.

Theo stays inside me, his body heavy and warm against mine, but his lips never stop moving—soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, my shoulder. Like he's savoring the moment, like he's branding it into his memory.

I'm still trembling, my body pulsing with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but it's a different kind of feeling now. A deep, sated warmth curling in my belly.

Theo shifts, sliding out of me, and I whimper at the emptiness. He groans, pressing one last kiss to my lips before he pushes himself up, rolling the condom off and tying it before tossing it into the trash.

I expect him to collapse beside me, to pull me into his arms, but instead, he trails his fingers down my body, his touch featherlight over my oversensitive skin.

I shudder as he parts my thighs, spreading me open.

Theo swipes his thumb through the mess between my legs, his expression turning molten as he watches the way I shudder beneath his touch. "Look at you, baby," he murmurs, voice husky. "So fucking wrecked. Just like you should be."

Heat floods my face, and I try to close my legs, but his grip tightens.

"Oh, no, Luna," he says darkly. "You don't get to hide from me. Not after I just had you coming all over my cock."

Theo strokes lazy circles on my inner thighs, his body radiating warmth. I'm still floating in the hazy afterglow, but there's a deep, dull ache between my thighs—a reminder of what we just did.

"You sore, baby?"

I hesitate for a second too long before shaking my head. "No."

His eyes narrow, and I should've known better than to think I could lie to him.

I chew my bottom lip, avoiding his gaze.

"Luna," he warns, his voice low, as he comes closer to my face, with one arm resting on the side of my face. "Try again," he murmurs, as he plants a kiss on my lips.

I sigh, burying my face in his arm. "Maybe... a little."

He chuckles, tilting my chin up with two fingers. "Lying to me already, huh? That's cute."

I pout, and he smirks, kissing his way down my body, his breath leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I whimper, and when he looks up—dark, sinful, pure temptation—I know I'm ruined. He's Theo.

"You know," he muses,  coming  back up and dragging his lips down my throat, "there's a way to make you feel better."

I arch an eyebrow, breath hitching as his mouth skims my collarbone. "And what's that?"

His lips curve against my skin. "Let me take care of you."

Before I can process what he means, he's already moving lower, pressing slow, lingering kisses down my stomach.

"Theo—"

"Hush, baby," he murmurs, sliding his hands under my thighs, spreading them open. "Just relax."

A shiver runs through me as his breath ghosts over my still-sensitive core. I should probably feel self-conscious, but the way he looks at me—like he's starving, like I'm something to be devoured—steals every ounce of hesitation.

"Fuck," he groans, brushing a finger along my swollen folds. "Look at you. All messy from me. So fucking pretty."

Heat floods my face. "Theo—"

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and my words are swallowed by a broken moan. His tongue drags over me, slow and filthy, before he groans, the sound vibrating through my entire body.

"Fuck, baby. I've been craving this—craving tasting you like this again."

I gasp, my hips jerking, but his hands grip my thighs, holding me still.

"Be good for me, Luna," he chastises, voice dark and full of promise. "Let me make you feel good."

And then he buries his face between my legs.

The first firm suck around my clit has me arching off the bed, a cry ripping from my throat.

"Fuck—" My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard, but he just groans, like he likes it.

His tongue moves in slow, teasing circles, tasting me, enjoying me. Every stroke sends a pulse of pleasure through my oversensitive body, the ache fading, replaced with a new, desperate need.

"Theo," I whimper, already trembling.

He hums against me, sending vibrations straight through my core. "That's it, baby," he rasps. "Give me more."

He slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes me see stars.

"Oh, my—" I can't even form words.

His lips close around my clit, sucking hard, and my entire body locks up.

I fall apart with a sharp cry, pleasure slamming through me so hard I swear I black out for a second. My thighs squeeze around his head, my back arching off the bed, and Theo groans, his tongue lapping up everything I give him.

Only when my body stops shaking does he finally pull away, pressing a final kiss to my swollen, throbbing core before moving back up my body.

He grins down at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Told you I'd make you feel better."

I'm still catching my breath, my limbs limp, my brain fuzzy.

Theo presses a final kiss to the inside of my thigh before sitting up, stretching like he hasn't just completely ruined me. I'm still trembling, my body boneless against the sheets, when he pushes off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

I hear the water running, then the soft sound of him moving around. A moment later, he's back, a warm cloth in his hand.

He kneels on the bed, his expression softer now, something unbearably tender in the way he looks at me.

"Easy, baby," he murmurs, parting my legs gently before running the cloth between them. The warmth soothes the lingering ache, and I shudder, my breath hitching.

Theo shakes his head, smirking as he finishes. "So fucking sensitive," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Might have to test that later."

I groan, half-heartedly swatting at him, and he chuckles, tossing the cloth aside before pulling the covers over both of us.

I expect him to press up against me, but instead, he tugs me on top of him, wrapping his arms around me so I'm sprawled across his chest.

I sigh, nuzzling into the warmth of his skin. "You take good care of me."

His fingers trace slow, lazy patterns down my spine. "Of course I do." His voice drops, turning serious. "Nobody's ever gonna take care of you like I will, Luna. You're mine."

My heart stumbles over itself, and I tighten my grip around him, my lips curving against his skin.

"I like being yours," I whisper.

Theo exhales, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Good," he murmurs. "Because I'm never letting you go."