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"Déjame," she says.Let me.
Isabella undresses me with slow, deliberate movements, her gaze never leaving mine. I clench my jaw against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me as her hands skim across my heated flesh.
When at last I stand, as bare as she, Isabella wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close. The feel of her soft skin against mine is exquisite torture.
"Please," she whispers, her eyes pleading. "I need you, Stefano."
I can deny her nothing.
With a groan, I thrust into her tight, welcoming heat. Isabella cries out, her nails raking my back. I still for a moment, struggling for control, before beginning to move within her.
The pleasure is blinding, all-consuming. There is no world outside of this room, no reality but Isabella. I lose myself in her completely as we move together, climbing ever higher, chasing a release that threatens to shatter me.
Isabella stiffens in my arms, her inner walls clenching around me. "Stefano!" she cries, trembling, as her climax washes over her.
The sound of my name on her lips threatens to make me cum. But, I refrain. I pull out of Isabella, ignoring her whimper of protest, and turn her around to face the mirror. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of her flushed, naked body.
"Look at yourself," I growl, gripping her hips. "See how beautiful you are when you're being properly fucked."
Without warning, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt. Isabella cries out, her hands scrabbling for balance on the smooth countertop.
We watch each other in the mirror as I pound into her, hard and fast. Isabella's eyes are glazed with pleasure, her full lips parted as she pants for breath. She is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
The sight of Isabella orgasming for me pushes me to the edge again. Her pussy pulsates against me, tightens around my shaft in short, quick bursts. Her breasts dance as her body trembles and it's a sight to behold. "Oh, Isabella," I moan. "I can't carry on. Condom..."
Isabella reaches behind her and grabs my hips. She holds me in place, and pulls herself off my cock. The next thing I know, she turns around to face me. I can see that perfect arch of her back, that tight, sculpted ass reflecting in the mirror, and I am a man possessed.
Isabella slides down my body, trailing kisses over my chest and abdomen before taking me in her mouth. I groan at the sight of her on her knees before me, giving herself over to pleasuring me so completely.
I bury my hands in her hair, struggling not to thrust into the sweet heat of her mouth. Isabella seems to sense how close I am, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me hard.
The pressure builds to an unbearable level until I can hold back no more. With a shout, I climax, spilling my warm, thick seed down Isabella's eager throat. She takes it all, only releasing me once I have been wrung dry.
Isabella wipes her mouth on my thigh, a satisfied smile curving her swollen lips. I stroke her hair, filled with a deep contentment I have never known before this woman came into my life.
"Now, let's go back home and do this again, shall we?"
"Fuck," I groan. I grab her dress and pass it to her. Never before in my life have I gotten dressed as quick as I have just now.
Chapter 29
Isabella
I’mdreamingaboutlastnight. I kick off the covers, sweat racing down my back as memories of Stefano’s hands all over my body distort reality. I arch my back, in my sleep, and dizzying sensations curl between my legs. I’m on my knees … his hands through my hair, his cock …
My eyes snap open to the buzzing of my phone. Fear spikes through me. If Stefano finds out I've been hiding a phone all along, there’s no knowing what he’ll do.
I reach over to my bedside table drawer and fumble to silence it, blood pounding in my ears. I quickly sit up and look around. Stefano isn't in the room, thank god.
This was a close call. It could have ended quite badly for me. I remind myself to never keep the phone on anything but silent.
I creep from the bed and peer out the door. No sign of him. I dart back into the room and lock it, heart racing. I can always say I was taking a shower or something if he tries to enter.
A missed call glares up at me. Clara. My fingers shake as I dial her back. She answers on the first ring.
"Isabella!" Her voice is urgent, excited. My stomach knots.
"What is it?" I whisper. "What did you find?"
