{Song of the chapter:- Pillowtalk - Zayn}

Isla is trembling beneath me, her breath coming in shaky gasps as her chest rises and falls, flushed and perfect. My own pulse is thundering in my ears, my body tight and aching with the need to take this further. I've got my hands on her, my lips close to hers, and every part of me is screaming to push this, to make her feel everything I've been holding back for years.

But I pause, hovering just above her, watching the way her eyes lock on mine, wide and vulnerable. She's waiting. For me. For this. And I don't think I've ever wanted anything more.

I lean down, brushing my lips over hers, soft at first, then harder, more desperate. The second her lips part, it's like something snaps inside me. I kiss her like I've been starving for it—because I have. She moans into my mouth, her hands flying up to grab at my bare chest, her touch electric, sending a jolt straight through me.

My body presses down against hers, and the second I grind into her, my cock hard and heavy against her thigh, she arches up, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips. God, the sound of it, the feel of her moving under me—it's enough to make me lose my mind.

A groan rumbles in my chest as her hands fly up, fingertips grazing over my skin, dragging across my chest, and the contact is enough to make my cock twitch, pressing hard and insistent against her thigh.

I grind against her, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of how hard she's making me. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure up my spine, and her sharp gasp, the way she arches up into me, hips meeting mine, is enough to shatter my last shred of restraint.

"Fuck," I whisper against her lips, my voice hoarse as I move against her again, the heat between us searing.

She moans into my mouth, and I swear the sound travels straight to my dick, making it throb painfully. Her hips rock up, matching my rhythm, creating a perfect, maddening friction that has me grinding harder, deeper. My fingers dig into her waist as I move, pressing her down, making sure she feels every bit of me. The slick heat of her body through the thin fabric separating us is torture, the kind I'd gladly endure forever.

I break from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, tasting her skin, warm and delicate. The scent of vanilla mixed with her own natural sweetness drives me insane, and I nip at the soft spot just below her ear, earning a desperate moan that makes my cock pulse harder.

"God, you feel so good," I murmur against her skin, my voice rough, barely holding back.

I kiss her harder, my teeth grazing her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. She gasps, her body arching against mine, and I grind down harder, making sure she feels every inch of me, pressing right where I know she needs me most.

"Theo," she breathes, and it's all I can do not to lose it. Her fingers trace down my chest, over the ridges of muscle, and when her hands slip lower, skirting the waistband of my shorts, I groan, my body shuddering under her touch.

Her response is instant—her body arches, a needy sound escaping her lips, and her hands press against my skin, urging me closer. My mouth moves to her collarbone, kissing, biting, savoring the way she shudders beneath me, and I can feel her pulse racing under my lips, matching the frantic beat of my own heart.

But then I pause, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes half-lidded, clouded with a need I've never seen from her before. God, I need to hear it—need to know what she was thinking when she said my name like that, when she was touching herself.

"Tell me," I whisper, my voice dropping low and rough, thick with need as my hand travels up her thigh, fingertips grazing the warm, sensitive skin. I'm moving closer to where I know she's aching, her desire pulsing with each teasing inch

Fuck, my cock is straining so hard against my shorts it's almost painful, but I need to know.

"Tell me what you were thinking, Luna... when you moaned my name."

Her breath catches, her eyes widening in surprise, and I see a flash of that hesitation—that raw vulnerability she tries so hard to hide. I can see the shyness, the way she's still holding back, too afraid to admit just how badly she wants this. But she's not fooling me. Her body tells me everything—her cheeks deepening in color, her breaths turning shallow and rapid as my fingers inch higher, stoking that fire we both feel.

I lean down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I murmur, voice coaxing but with an edge of demand.

"Don't hold back with me, Luna. Not here. Tell me what you were thinking."

She bites down on her lip, her chest rising and falling in sync with each shaky breath. I can feel her legs trembling under my touch, her body vibrating with unspoken need. She's still resisting, but the tension between us only fuels my determination to break down every wall she's built.

I press my lips to the side of her neck, trailing soft, heated kisses along her skin. My hand moves deliberately down her thigh, my grip tightening as I pull her closer, pressing against her with a slow, insistent grind, my cock presses against her, slow and deliberate, and she gasps, her hips rising instinctively to meet mine.

Finally, her voice slips out in a breathless confession, barely audible but thick with need.

"I was thinking about you..." Her voice shakes, low and raw. "About you touching me. About you doing this."

Fuck.

Hearing her admit it, knowing she's been craving this as much as I have, feels like a shot of pure adrenaline. I groan, my hands tightening on her hips as I crash my mouth over hers again, my kiss hungry and urgent. I grind harder, pressing my body fully into hers so she feels every inch of me, and the way her body responds, her breath hitching, her moans growing louder—it's driving me wild.

"Is this what you were thinking about?" I whisper against her lips, my hand sliding down to grip her thigh, lifting it to hook around my waist, pulling her flush against me. I grind into her again, slow and intense. "Tell me, Luna. Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," she gasps, voice rough and breathless, her hands sliding up my chest to clutch at my shoulders, pulling me closer. "Theo... yes."

Her hips buck against mine, and the friction is dizzying, making it nearly impossible to think straight. Every part of me feels painfully hard, my entire body focused on her, on how fucking perfect she feels beneath me. I can barely control myself, my restraint unraveling with each passing second.

"I've been holding back," I murmur, my fingers trailing lightly over her thigh, teasing the soft skin. "But if you let me, just this once, I'll show you exactly what it means to let go."

"Please," she whispers, her voice so soft, so desperate. That single word, her plea, snaps the last thread of control I have, and suddenly, there's no holding back.

I pull back just enough to look at her, my breaths harsh, ragged. Her face is flushed, her eyes hooded and dark with desire, her lips parted, swollen from our kisses. She looks wrecked, and I'm about to take her even further.

Without another word, I press my mouth to hers, hard and urgent, my hands sliding over every curve of her body, memorizing every inch. I kiss her like I've waited a lifetime for this, each touch and sound driving me deeper, drowning in her.

My lips trail down her neck, lingering where her pulse beats fast and heavy, my teeth grazing her skin. I kiss lower, tracing a line down her collarbone, savoring each shiver, each gasp, until I reach her stomach, her thighs. She's squirming, her body arching toward me, desperate and needy.

"Theo..." she breathes, her voice a broken plea as her hands clutch the sheets, her body trembling, her need evident in every tense line.

I move lower, settling between her legs, brushing my lips against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her gasp is sharp, her hips bucking in anticipation, her body taut with longing.

"Luna," my voice is a low, rasping growl, thick with need as I hold her gaze, watching the way her pupils dilate, eyes glazed with hunger. "I want to make you feel good. Can I?"

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, a small nod confirming what her body is already telling me. Slowly, I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down with deliberate slowness, watching as the fabric peels away to reveal her glistening, bare pussy. The sight alone makes my chest tighten, need pounding through me, but this is all for her.

I lean forward and press a feather-light kiss against her center, a tease that makes her hips buck slightly.

The taste of her is intoxicating, and I murmur against her, "You taste so damn sweet, Luna. I could stay right here all night."

The first stroke of my tongue is slow, savoring, letting her body react as I press against her clit, circling with intention.

Her back arches, and a moan escapes her parted lips, soft and breathy. She grabs onto my hair, pulling me closer, and I can't help but groan at her response, the vibration making her gasp.

"You're doing so good for me," I say, my voice hoarse. "So beautiful, so perfect."

I move my tongue in rhythmic circles, flicking her clit with increasing pressure, drawing out every moan, every shiver. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I grip them firmly, feeling the tension coiling under her skin.

"Fuck, Theo... please," she breathes, her voice breaking as she shifts her hips to meet me, desperate for more.

"You like that, don't you? The way my tongue feels on your clit?" I say, barely pulling away before diving back in, adding two fingers and sliding them inside her wet heat.

Her pussy clenches around me instantly, a high-pitched whimper escaping as I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her body jolt.

"Oh God, right there," she gasps, nails digging into my scalp as I work her over, relentless, my tongue alternating between circling and flicking her swollen clit.

Her thighs begin to tremble, the telltale sign that she's close, so I press deeper, faster, my movements demanding her surrender.

"Come for me, Luna," I murmur between strokes, voice drenched in praise. "I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue. Show me how good I make you feel."

Her moans turn ragged, her entire body going taut before she cries out, my name a desperate plea. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as she comes, thighs clenching around my head, trapping me as I keep going, drawing out every last tremor. The taste of her release floods my mouth, and I don't waste a drop, continuing until her body shudders, moans softening to breathy whimpers.

"That's it, just like that," I whisper, kissing her inner thigh as she relaxes, her chest heaving, a satisfied, blissed-out smile on her flushed face.

"Perfect," I say again, the sight of her completely undone making me crave her all over again.

When I finally look up, her gaze meets mine, dazed, her lips parted, a raw satisfaction etched across her face.

"Fuck..." she breathes, and I smirk, knowing she's completely and utterly wrecked—just the way I wanted her.

But then her gaze flicks down to where I'm kneeling between her legs, and her lips curl into a soft, teasing smile.

"That must be uncomfortable," she says, her eyes dropping to my painfully hard cock straining against my shorts.

I can't help but chuckle, the sound low and rough in my throat.

"Yeah," I admit, shifting slightly, the pressure almost unbearable.

But before I can say anything more, her hand reaches toward the waistband of my shorts, her fingers brushing against the fabric.

But I catch her wrist gently, stopping her before she can go any further.

"No," I say softly, shaking my head, my eyes locking onto hers. "That's not what I need right now."

She looks up at me, confused, her breath still coming in shallow gasps.

"Theo..."

I lean down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, my hand sliding up to cup her cheek.

"Your pleasure was all I needed," I whisper, my voice full of sincerity, of something deeper than just desire. "That's all that matters."

Lying here with Isla in my arms, everything has changed. The line we've always been so careful not to cross? We shattered it tonight, and for the first time, I don't care. Holding her like this, feeling her warmth against me—it feels right in a way I've never let myself admit.

I tighten my grip on her, my chest tight with the weight of what I've been hiding. I've spent years convincing myself that keeping things platonic was the only way to keep her in my life. But now, after tonight, I know that was a lie.

I have feelings for her. Deep, undeniable feelings that run far beyond friendship. I've felt them for a long time, simmering beneath the surface. And I'm done pretending they don't exist.

I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Whatever happens next, I'm ready for it. Because I've crossed that line, and I'm not going back. I want her, and I'm done pretending otherwise.

I just hope she doesn't regret this.