Her gaze ran down his body to the part of him that desired her most. “I’m okay with that.”
His lips curled. “Are you?” he asked, lifting his knee up to the bed to begin crawling toward her.
“Yes,” she whispered, her irises flaring with approval.
He paused near her thighs, his mouth begging him for a taste of her first.
Issac held her gaze as he dipped his head to trace his tongue along her slick folds. Her fingers flexed against the wood, her desire to grab him showing in the strain of her arms.
He deepened the taunt by applying more pressure and sliding his tongue inside her.
Fuck, she whispered, the thought likely meant for herself more than him.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
That is the general idea, darling,he teased as he drew his touch up to circle her clit.
A moan parted her full lips, her pupils flaring as she fought to maintain eye contact with him.
He gave her another lick, testing her resolve.
She didn’t move, her gaze remaining locked on his as her breathing grew labored. He took her nub into his mouth for a long, sensuous pull that had her hips attempting to buck beneath him. But his hands on her hips held her down, his elbows pinning her thighs to the mattress as he forced her to take more of his sensual assault.
The cursing in her thoughts grew more colorful, his name adding to the mix.
Her eyelashes began to flutter, her ability to hold his gaze faltering with each passing second.Issac… I’m… I’m going to…
He removed his mouth, drawing another expletive from her, this time from her mouth and not just within her mind. “Asshole.”
“I’ll make it up to you, love,” he promised as he kissed a path up to her breasts. He slipped his hand beneath her to unsnap the bra, then finished removing it while sucking one of her nipples deep into his mouth.
She cried out in response, her legs wrapping around his torso in an attempt to urge him upward. He caught her gaze once more, telling her with a look to be patient as he switched to her other breast.
Her palms remained against the headboard the whole time, her obedience making him that much harder. Because she could so easily top him with a few choice commands. Yet she chose to submit. She chose to defer to him. She chose to let him lead.
And that was a beautiful gift, one he would never take for granted.
He continued his path upward, licking and nipping along the way, then paused at her neck to gently lick the blood that had trickled out from the wound before naturally closing.
Her flavor went straight to his groin, readying him that much more for her as he slid his shaft through her welcoming heat.
“You’re always so perfect, Aya,” he whispered reverently against her ear as he slowly began to enter her. “So beautiful. So tempting. So warm andtight.” He thrust all the way inside, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “I’ll never tire of this, the way it feels to be inside you.”
“Let me touch you,” she begged. “Please.”
He went to his elbows on either side of her head, then reached up to take hold of one wrist and bring her palm to his cheek. She shuddered at the contact, her eyes almost rolling back into her head. He grinned, loving that he had that effect on her.
“You can move now, Aya,” he told her softly. “Just so long as you let me worship you.”
She wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist, her opposite hand going to the back of his neck as she pulled him down into a kiss.
And then their bodies began to dance.
It wasn’t a gentle rhythm, but they rarely ever moved tenderly with one another. It was always intense, passionate heat between them, and now was no different.
He thrust deep.
She lifted her hips to meet him.
Her calves tightened against his ass.
