Mature content ahead.

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"Clarke!" Theodore yelled after her as she stormed out of the hall. Fury raged around her with every step she took, "Clarke, was it something I did?"

Isla didn't stop once. Her heels echoed severely over the stone-covered floor as she marched back to the Slytherin dungeons. Her head clouded, dizzy almost, ignoring every plea Theodore threw her way. She was mad — furious, to say at least.

She knew this was coming. It was expected from the blond — that he'd leave her after fooling her into going with him, after bringing her into that closet and getting his way with her.

She shouldn't be this trusting, this naive. She should've seen this coming.

"Clarke, wait!"

She didn't. She kept running until her breaths heaved, and she whispered the password to the common room.

Theodore didn't catch up with her until she fiddled with her wand, unlocking the door to her room, and the second she did — he grabbed her shoulders, yanking her back into the hallway.

Her eyes flickered as he stared right through her. The intense gaze burned her soul, "Can you fucking stop?" He growled, letting go of her in the belief that she'd stay put, but she tugged away again.

Isla felt the exhaustion of running all the way here as it crumbled within her and the waver of disbelief rushing through her vessels.

She tried to pull away, to distance herself from every emotion she felt scoring through her body. It wasn't jealousy — she didn't feel bitter that Draco ended the night with Pansy, but rather that he did so in the way he did. Ashamed for believing the boy in the ways she did, and that humiliation triggered her.

''Stop it—'' Theodore dragged her right back, pinning her to the wall beside them, ''Clarke, for fucks sake! Just talk to me—''

''I don't—'' Her head shook. She refused to look at him, but she didn't fight him anymore, ''I don't know what to say!''

His eyes grew wide, slightly letting go of her in the dimmed corridor.

''I'm stupid, I'm so—'' She gulped, her hand grasped at her throat as she felt the necklace hanging around her skin and her face fell, ''I'm stupid, Theodore, that's it. I can't think clearly!''

Theo's sight dropped to where she was holding, noticing the necklace he'd never seen before. The fierce stare stung her skin as her eyes flickered.

''It's not your fucking fault, do you understand that?'' He growled, ''He's a fucking idiot, and that's not your damn—''

''He's an idiot?'' Isla rose a brow, her mouth twitched, ''You're the idiot, Theodore! I wouldn't have gone with him if it wasn't for you and that bloody girl!''

Theodore winced back, cocking his head as he met her fuming gaze, ''How am I the idiot? I asked you, more than once if you wanted me to stop—''

''And you should have!'' Her voice echoed loudly, ''You should've stopped the first time you asked me about her, not keep—''

''You said no—''

''I didn't—''

''But you did—''

''I didn't want to have to tell you to stop—''

''How am I supposed to know that—''

''You just are!''

Theo blinked quickly, trying to process the things she was shouting at him as her head shook yet again. She could feel his breaths as they fanned her skin. He was standing so close to her.

''I can't read your fucking mind, Clarke. I can't see what the fuck you're thinking and for you to just expect me to do things, after you tell me not to—'' He paused for a mere second, watching as she rolled her eyes at him, ''Don't you fucking dare be a brat right now.''

Isla gasped, pushing him back. Her hair fell over her shoulders as her palms struck his chest, ''A brat?''

Another push.

''You're calling me a brat? When you are the one sleeping with other girls when I'm in the next room, after kissing me—''

Another push.

''This is all your fault!''

Another push.

''If it weren't for you, sleeping with her that night, I wouldn't have gone to that stupid masquerade with Malfoy—''

Isla's chest rose and fell heavily. Her eyes snapped across his startled features as she halted entirely, clocking back to her right mind.

She backed away slowly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just tired, and I shouldn't—"

"I wished it was you."

She stopped. Her eyes fell upon him as he looked away.

Her words were trapped in the back of her throat, "What is that supposed to mean?" Her note airy, hesitant.

Theodore groaned, dragging his hands through his messy locks, "Do you think I wanted to sleep with her when I could've had you?"

She battled her heavy lashes.

"Don't you think I thought about you when I was with her that night?" He began to stride towards her again, "That I didn't think about us, in the kitchen that entire time I fucked her?"

Isla followed his movements, taking steps away as he walked closer, "That I don't think about your breaths in my mouth and your fucking nails digging into my neck?"

She swallowed thickly.

"I feel fucking disgusting doing that, Clarke. I feel fucking dirty." He seethed, shaking his head, "I couldn't even finish with her and haven't since I got to feel your damn lips against mine. I haven't gotten off for anyone since—"

Isla didn't know what to say, what to do, as her spine once again collided with the wall behind her.

"I want you. I don't fucking want her. I wanted to feel you shaking beneath me," He placed both of his hands on each side of her, closing the space between them, "I wanted you. I thought about you when I fucked her, Clarke. The whole damn time."

Her back arched, melting into his chest, "Theodore, I—"

His eyes narrowed in hers, hungrily, "And what does that make me? Huh? A fucking whore? An idiot? For fucking someone else when all I could think about was you and those addicting damn moans of yours—"

Theodore exhaled hotly, sweeping her skin with his sweet breaths. His nose on the very edge to brush against hers.

"You're a fucking drug. So addicting, and I can't take my damn mind off you," He talked so lowly that it shot daggers through her, "You're doing something to me Clarke, and I can't think clearly when I see you, or feel you, thinking about how fucking good you'd feel screaming my name."

Her breaths were ragged as she stared at him, feeling tiny by his high towering.

''To hear you scream my name when I try to fit inside you—'' He leaned closer, stroking his nose along the shell of her ear, ''To have you shake and struggle to breathe when I push into you,''

Isla couldn't stand against it any longer. The way he was speaking, the tension he brought her caused her skin to shiver, her heartbeat to pound in her ears, and without another thought — she pushed her lips against his.

He wasn't slow to follow as his hands gripped her waist, moving his lips along hers, roughly pushing them both back against the wall, ''Fucking hell,'' He groaned into her mouth, battling his tongue with hers.

Isla's arms folded around his neck, bringing him down to her level as she stood on her toes. She was so short in comparison to him, ''Theodore—'' She inhaled, her eyes fluttering.

The boy bent down, grasping at her thighs, and without falter, he lifted her up, pressing her tightly against the wall, earning whimpers to fall off her lips as he caught them.

He kissed her so fiercely yet so gently. His lips shifted roughly with hers, but his hands weren't violent — he touched her respectfully.

''I want you to fall apart,'' He mumbled, tearing their kiss apart, allowing himself to catch his lost breath, ''I want to make you fall apart, Clarke.''

Isla's head fell back against the wall, angeling her chest up as he, without mercy — attacked her throat. He gritted at the faded marks on her skin, and he left even bigger ones on top of them.

He marked her more massively, more clearly.

She gasped at the way he was sucking on her skin, letting his teeth scratch it after as he grunted by her fingers tangled into his hair.

''Theodore—'' She whimpered, feeling as if she was floating on feathers, ''Let me down.''

His neck snapped, ripping his touch from hers, ''What?'' His brows furrowed, confusingly, ''Don't you want this—''

''Let me down,'' She whispered again, and he let her slide down the wall — just as he meant to back away, to respect her to the fullest, her hand found his, gripping his fingers firmly. She dragged him into her darkened room.

Theodore stopped in the middle of it, watching as she closed the door behind her before she leaned against it, her back pressed into the wood, and she smiled shyly, throwing her wand across the room to let the light stay dimmed.

Theodore hissed, silently through his teeth at the sight of her, slowly moving the tips of her fingers over her arms, hooking the dress off her shoulder and, with a gasp by the chilly air, biting her heated skin — it slipped off her.

''Clarke,'' He warned her, dangerously, ''You don't know what I'll do to you.''

She bit her lower lip seducingly as she stepped out of her dress, shoving it to the side with the help of her heels. She wasn't wearing much, nothing more than the lace bra and her underwear — he could lose it right there and then.

The things he'd do to her.

Her hands found their way across her back, still with her lip in between her teeth as she let the lock of her bra unhook, not once looking away from him, and the fabric fell down her arms before she let it rest on the floor.

She was all exposed for him now, a bare display, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

''Clarke,'' He gritted, his fingers curling into fists, ''I'll—''

''Then do it,'' She breathed quietly, ''I'm here, all for you.''

His eyes grew wide. His jaws clenched sharply as he lost all the restrain he'd gathered when it came to her. All anger and fury he'd taken out on the girl who couldn't possibly compare to the one standing in front of him now — became unleashed.

Isla gasped as he gripped her jaw, bringing his face to hers, and he kissed her wildly. She didn't waste another second. She was ready for this.

Theodore caused a torch of fire to fume within. She couldn't deny it — she would lose her own mind if she refused that thought any longer. She was as craving for him as he'd been for her.

The excitement swirled through her senses as he drew her back with him, stumbling as they kissed over the floor. He hunched on the edge of her bed, pulling her down with him as she settled a knee on each side of the brunet.

Her fingers clawed at his shoulders as his hands explored the softness of her skin, sensing every inch of her as she slowly began to move against him.

Theodore drowned in the desire for her, tasting her teeth on his bottom lip as her body wavered.

''Do you want me to—'' He rose to speak between kisses, but the nod falling off her head hewed him off. She clung onto Theo with every piece of herself before she squealed at the feeling of him lifting her up in the air, to only seconds later slam her spine against the mattress.

He tore their lips apart, breathing heavily as he tugged his suit jacket off, flinging it to the floor, and Isla arched up, her fingers battled the buttons on his shirt — eager to get them undone.

His exposed chest flexed in the moonlight and the firm, outlined muscles of it caused her thighs to clench together.

He was so handsome.

Theodore towered her, making her back collide with the sheets as she brought him closer, whining at the feeling of his breaths on her breasts.

He licked his lips, attaching them to her sensitive spot. He sucked, gently, earning moan after moan to escape from the back of her throat.

She'd never felt this way before.

Her skin crumbled by his hand, traveling between them, teasing at the hem of her underwear, ''The things I want to do to you, Clarke—'' He licked a flat lap over her breast, "You can't fucking imagine."

She shook at that. Her hips bucked to meet the fingers slipping below her underwear. His thumb pressed upon her clit, staying still for moments to let her adjust to the feeling.

She couldn't breathe by the friction of it.

It was painful, longing for something that was so close, and she rocked her hips again, only to feel a slight movement — to feel an act of something to ease the torture, aching between her legs.

He hissed, letting his kisses trail back up to her neck as she panted heavily by his fingers, rising to move in circles over her core.

Isla's hands grasped at his hair, breathing through the pleasure that consumed her. It felt so good to feel his hands upon her body without force. To melt into a touch that wasn't rough.

''Oh my—'' She heaved, aiming to clench her fist into his curls, but the second she sought to do so — Theodore snatched her wrist, pinning it above her head instead, ''Think you're in charge, yeah?''

He left wet kisses along her jawline, ''Think you can decide how to do this, yeah?'' His warm breaths lingering in fusion with his fingers, rubbing in circles over her clit, caused her eyes to roll back, ''Because you're not—''

Isla could feel his dick as it strained so hard against her bare thigh, ''I'm so fucking hard for you,'' He mumbled, catching her bottom lip in between his teeth. The pace of his fingers quickened in path with her breathing.

''I'm so fucking hard, and it's all for you,'' He sucked on her lip, nearly drawing blood from it as her head thrown back, her spine arching, ''All of this—'' He put pressure against her, letting her feel his size pushing into her skin, ''Is yours.''

''Please—'' Isla begged as the knot within her turned painful. She was so close to rupturing, ''I need to—''

''Then cum,'' He growled vibratingly, and he let his fingers angle to push inside her, just at the right time to increase her pleasure, teasing her entrance at his fullest, ''Cum and let me feel you soak my fingers.''

She was clenching around nothing, and it ached through her every sense, ''I'm—'' She breathed, shakingly before her entire body moved against his, her lips parting to whine at the pleasure bolting through her.

Her heels digging into the mattress and her hand, pinned down by his, tried to yank away, to grip his shoulders and pull him over her fully, but he didn't budge — Theo stared at her, smirking at the way her emotions played on her face as she crashed from the high he brought her.

''Pretty girl,'' He kissed her, robbing her of her breath before he kneeled back, ''Such a pretty fucking girl.''

Usually — as it been with Malfoy, she'd be satisfied there. She didn't want more. She was pleased to the point where she couldn't ask for anything else, but not with Theodore.

Isla craved more.

He treated her so differently — praising her in ways Malfoy didn't even look at her, and she didn't want to miss out on that, to feel Theodore inside her — to make him do everything he'd wished to do with her.

She swallowed the shyness she felt as she propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he stood at the edge of her bed, staring her exposed, flushed body down.

''I need more,'' She whispered, ''I want more.''

Her palms struck the mattress, pushing herself closer to him, and she stood up, her head tilted to meet the green eyes she'd constantly fall lost in, even if she'd never come to admit it.

''More, yeah?'' He gripped her waist as her fingers slipped down his firm muscles, traveling across every inch of his skin, ''What do you want, Clarke?''

Her head shook as she fiddled with the belt he was wearing, and she tangled it lose, ''You.''

It wasn't an ounce of doubt in those words. She didn't hesitate.

''Is that so?'' His voice huskily as his hands gripped hers, bending them off his pants before he undid them himself, shoving them down until he stood in nothing but his boxers. His dick rock hard underneath the material.

''Is this what you want?'' Theodore leaned closer, biting his own lip as she blinked quickly, ''You want this?''

Isla's sight flickered down to in between them ahead of her eyes darting back up to his, and a rush of courage tingled within. She looked straight at him, ''I want you.''

The tamed temper he'd held onto this far missed him entirely, and he gripped her waist, turning them around in a swift move before he placed her on top of him again. Her bare chest against his as his hand moved in between them to free his throbbing erection.

She stuttered on her breaths at the feeling of his cock stroking underneath her.

Isla knew she was a virgin and how she'd failed to mention that to him. She didn't want him to know. She didn't wish for him to treat her differently or look at her as if she was someone to be ruined.

She simply wanted him, in all ways possible in this moment — even if it would hurt. He'd rip her apart there and then.

''Fuck—'' Theodore exhaled, throwing his head back by how soaked she was for him, and he constantly hissed at the way she was teasing him, ''So fucking wet.''

''I am—'' Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling herself closer, ''And all for you.''

He couldn't hold it any longer — neither could she and without another breath fanning against the other's skin. He slowly pushed inside her.

Her eyes squeezed shut at the burning pain — it stung as she tried to match his gesture, lowering herself over him. Theodore didn't push further. He noticed her tensed body and his arms wrapped around her.

''Are you alright?'' He asked, with full concern for her, ''Do you want me to stop?''

Her head shook instantly, ''No—'' She pleaded, her fingers gripped his hair, ''Don't stop.''

Theodore nodded, his forehead against her shoulder as he gently began to move inside her. His cock stretched her. She could feel every vein as she clenched painfully around him.

Her breaths hitched every time he bucked his hips.

His dick slipped out, just enough for her to soothe into the feeling before he pushed back in, and it eased with every thrust.

The ache merged with the satisfaction. He kept on kissing her, leaving a wet trail across her throat, her collarbones, her neck. Theodore held onto her tightly while quickening his pace.

Isla felt the bravery to do the same, to let her body move in sync with his, and she did. She rose to roll her hips over his, ''Oh—'' She choked out, trembling above him.

''You feel so fucking good—''Theodore grunted into her skin, his muscles flexing against hers, ''Taking my cock so fucking well, pretty girl.''

She couldn't form a word, overworked in her own mixture of pain and pleasure as she gripped onto him harder, bucking her hips to feel his cock as it filled her up.

Theo leaned back to watch her ride him, struggling to breathe on top of him. Isla's palms pushed against his chest, her head tilting back as she moaned, continually by the increasing tension in path with the pain — letting herself down on him as best as she knew how.

Her eyelashes fluttered, her voice breathy, ''I think I'm—''

''Not yet,'' He shut her up, his hands glued to her waist as he helped her rock over him, chasing his own high along with hers, ''Not fucking yet.''

He, without warning — flipped them over, still with his cock buried deep inside her, slamming the wind right out of her lungs by the harsh action. He towered her. His hand flew to her throat as he wrapped his fingers around it.

''Not—'' He began to pound into her mercilessly, ''Fucking—'' His movements hardened as he nailed her into the sheets, fucking her mightily, ''Yet—''

Isla gasped for air, her eyes rolling back as her toes curled.

Theodore couldn't keep himself steady. It was an overwhelming pleasure to him. Sweat seeped down his forehead as their heavy breathing filled the room.

He took full control of her, towering her struggling self before releasing his hold of her throat, gripping her jaw instead. His eyes bored through hers, ''Look at me,'' He threatened.

His pupils darkened, ''Fucking look at me,''

She was whining — moaning out of control, ''I'm—''

Theo's other hand clasped at the headboard of her bed roughly. His knuckles paled as her skin shivered.

She was so close. Isla turned into a mess underneath him as she locked her eyes in his. The intense stare shook them both, and he couldn't hold it back any longer.

He was about to come just as undone as she was.

The headboard rattled against the wall behind it as he leaned down, his lips colliding with hers, and he let go of her hands, allowing her to touch him as she crashed for the second time.

The tips of her fingers dragged over his spine, feeling every muscle as his movements shifted sloppier, ''I'm—'' Her back arched. Her sweet sounds caught in his mouth as he fucked her through it until he reached his own high.

Theodore pulled out, as quickly as he could, his head tilted back as she sensed the warmth of his cum on her stomach, ''Fucking hell—''

His hair was a mess, his skin flushed, and his breaths unsteady as he peered down at her, lying in chaos — just like him. He reached for his wand, mumbling something below his breath, and the mess he'd made on her belly disappeared.

Isla looked up, meeting his amused stare before she stretched up, her hands grasping at his arms to have him lay down next to her.

''Thank you—'' She whispered, her forehead tilted to his shoulder, smiling to herself.

''Clarke,'' He mumbled back, drawing the sheets over them, his chin resting on top of her head, ''I'm—''

''Isla,''

Theo's neck snapped, unexpectedly, ''What—''

''You slept with me. I think I deserve to be called by my first name,'' Her eyes sealed as he nodded. It wasn't a question, he noticed — it was a statement from her part.

''Isla it is,'' Theodore corrected himself, ''I don't care if you don't ask me to stop seeing her—''

The loud bang on her door caused them both to jump up, drifting apart from each other as they now stood on each side of the bed, ''What—''

''Clarke—''

Another pound on her door, and she tugged one of the sheets around herself. Covering up from being exposed. She slipped her heels off, standing more than startled.

''Clarke, for fucks sake, open—''

Theodore's brows furrowed, ''Malfoy?'' He whispered harshly as she gulped, feeling her every nerve as it ached in panic, ''Why the fuck is he—''

Her head shook, pushing one of her fingers up to her lips to silence the brunet, ''Shhh...''

''Clarke. I give you one fucking minute to open this damn door before I kick it in.''

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