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Chapter 30
Rhys climbed on top of her and kissed her on the mouth again. His hands went back to her breasts, weighing the soft globes in his palms, his thumbs playing with her nipples.
Isabel whimpered, and Rhys looked down at her.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
“Touch me,” she said on a whimper.
“Here?” He ran a thumb over her nipple again.
Isabel arched against him, shooting off the bed. “Lower.”
Rhys’s cock jolted at her request. He took his index finger and slid it down her body.
Isabel moaned.
Rhys dipped his finger into her belly button. “Here?”
Another moan. “Lower.”
Rhys chuckled and moved his hand lower. He reached the patch of hair at the juncture of her thighs, and Isabel raised her hips.
“Here?”
“Lower! A little more… Ah!” she ended on a cry as Rhys dipped his finger lower into a wet patch of hair.
He split her feminine lips then circled her center before withdrawing his hand and bringing his fingers to his lips.
Isabel watched him lick the evidence of her desire off his fingers, her eyes wide.
She tasted so damn good, her scent driving him mad with lust.
Rhys returned his hand to her center and kissed her deeply as he kept playing with her wet petals.
Isabel moved her thighs, drawing his fingers in deeper. Rhys plunged his digits inside her, and she moaned into his mouth. Rhys placed his forehead against hers.
His body was covered in sweat as he plunged his finger in and out of her depths while trying to control his own need. His cock was painfully hard, and every time he accidentally brushed her skin, it threatened to erupt.
Isabel wrapped her arms around his shoulders and bunched the fabric of his nightshirt tightly in her arms. Isabel writhed beneath him, her face a grimace of unfulfilled tension. She bucked her hips, and his thumb brushed the tiny bud above her center.
Isabel cried out and bucked her hips again. “Again,” she cried. “Do it again.”
Rhys circled her swollen bud with his thumb, his fingers still inside her. Isabel’s fingers curled into his shoulders, and her head fell back. He continued his ministrations, watching every minute feature of her face until she cried out and fell limp in his arms.
Rhys sat up, discarded his nightshirt, and fell back on the bed. He closed his eyes, took his erection in his hand, and squeezed. God, he wanted her.
But if she needed a reprieve from him after a moment of passion, he’d give it to her. She shifted on the bed, and Rhys opened his eyes just to see her face over his.
She smiled at him and ran her finger down his torso. “Now it’s my turn.”
* * *
Isabel crawled on top of Rhys and took his mouth in a kiss. After the incredible heights of pleasure he’d taken her to, she wanted to do the same for him. She licked his lips, then plunged her tongue into his mouth. He tasted like tea with sugar, sweet with a bit of spice.
Her hair fell on either side of them in thick cascades, covering them like curtains in an intimate setting.
Rhys sifted his fingers through her locks, then caressed her shoulders. Her skin shivered under his touch, and he smiled. Isabel broke the kiss and looked down at him.
