“Your parents are not a factor in my thoughts right now, love. Not with you defying me by wearing that sexy-as-fuck lace.”
She shivered at the dangerous note in his tone, the one that said he was about to take back the control of the situation and bring her to her proverbial knees. “I’m not sorry.”
“I know you’re not,” he murmured, leaning over to capture her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.With his teeth.
She arched off the bed, but his palm on her stomach immediately pushed her down, his opposite hand going to her shoulder to press her into the pillows.
“Issac,” she hissed, the pleasure-pain causing her muscles to tighten along her limbs. She grabbed the comforter, her nails digging into the soft cotton as his tongue laved her bruised peak.
“Press your palms to the headboard for me,” he ordered, straightening once more.
She swallowed but did as he demanded, the flat wood surface cool beneath her hands.
“Don’t move from that position until I say otherwise.”
Goose bumps pebbled down her arms. It would be so easy to disobey and see what he would do, but she knew he needed this to find balance. Besides, she would absolutely benefit from his current mood, something the devious twinkle in his gaze confirmed for her.
If she wanted slow and sensual, he’d immediately oblige.
But she found herself more often craving this side of Issac. His dominance. The alpha male part of him that possessed her like no one else could.
Afterward, he would massage her again. Bathe her. Cherish her.
However, right now, he wanted passion.
And he was going to evoke it from her by any means necessary.
His lips curled, her demon taking on the role he was destined to play in their life—the role of sin personified.
“Brilliant,” he said, sensuality caressing each syllable. “You’re ready.” Not a question, but a statement.
Still, she felt inclined to reply, “I am.”
“Then let’s begin.”
Chapter19
Issac
Aya’s lips parted,her exhale a kiss of a promise on the air. He could read her without words, could understand her needs without touching her mind.
She was his.
And she trusted him implicitly, just as he did her.
She was his other half. His heart. His source of calm and contentment after a shit day. And while he was doing this partly for her, it was also very much for himself.
Which she knew, of course.
Because she knew him better than anyone else.
Their connection ran deeper than blood, marrying them on the soul plane, their spirits intertwined for eternity, allowing him to keep this female for the rest of his very long life.
It was a gift he didn’t deserve, but one he vowed to cherish. Just as he intended to do right now.
Her hands remained flattened against the dark wood of the headboard, leaving her body on exquisite display.
She’d kept on her panties and bra, knowing full well it would drive him to madness. Because he absolutely adored her fetish for matching lingerie. It was almost innocent, yet sexy as hell. Her penchant for lace and silk was all her own, something she’d indulged in prior to him meeting her.
