She throws herself against me, rolling our bodies until she straddles me, then slams her lips to mine.
Her hands fly into my hair, clawing on the strands, making a groan rumble up my throat. My hands go to her hips, digging into the skin. Her bare pussy grinds over my dick, and holyfuck.
“Isabelle,” I say through gritted teeth as her mouth shifts to my neck and she glides harder against my cock, coating my length in her arousal. “We need a condom.” The feel of her without a barrier has me forgetting my own name. Fuck, it feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
“In my top drawer,” she groans, her head falling to my chest.
“Okay.” I’m nodding my head, but my body doesn’t make any effort to move. It feels too right with her hips gently rolling over me. “Hold on, I’ll get—” The words die as the tip of my cock just breaches her entrance.
I shiver, and she moans. My eyes go cross-eyed as I fight for control and get a damn condom on.But, this feels so right.
“Please. Fuck. Me,” Isabelle pleads.
“Fuck, I want to. I don’t want to stop.” I know I need to, but fuck, I feel lightheaded. My hips flex instinctively. Holding myself in her warm, wet pussy, and it feels as though I was always meantto be here. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?Yeah, I heard it.I’m totally thinking with my dick right now. But it’s not like I can comprehend giving her up at this point. I can’t even remember what it was like to not be inherently owned by her, and I don’t want to. It’s a losing battle to deny her.
My hips flex again. My heart seizes in my chest, then feels as though it stops completely when she whispers my name. It feels like she is bringing me back to life. Since the first day I laid eyes on her, that dead, useless organ in my chest thumped its first beat of hope, and she’s been building me back up ever since.
“Are you on birth control?” I grit, then wrap my arms around her and roll us so I’m on top.
Her blue eyes stare bewitchingly up at me. “Yeah, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” Her legs circle my lower back, and I thrust, slow and deep.
“Me too,” I say on a breath. “You’re sure? Tell me if you want to stop.”
She brings a hand to my cheek as she looks deep into my eyes. “Don’t stop.”
I ease into her, my piercings rubbing her inner walls, sending tingling heat through every limb. My head drops to her chest, her heart pounding in my ears.
My hips piston in and out, deep and hard, soaking in every second my bare skin touches hers. I cling to her, whimpering through the connection her body offers, serving my deliverance.
Isabelle groans, her body moving in sync with mine, chasing our high. I know I need to pull out soon. I can’t come inside her, even though the thought makes possession take root. The thought of filling her with my cum makes my spine tingle.Shit.I need to get her there first.
Unhooking her legs from my waist, I push against the mattress in a flash and guide her thighs up my torso, holding her ankles behind my neck.
I look down at her, studying her face as I drive into her hard and fast.
“One more for me, baby,” I say, licking my thumb before rubbing firm circles over her clit.
She reaches out to grip my wrist as my speed turns frantic.
I’m panting and moaning and clawing for breath as I fight to hold back my release.
“Please,” I beg.
“Oh, Gage!” She pinches her eyes shut for a moment before locking her blue eyes on mine and reaching her other hand out to me.
I take it in mine, using it as leverage to pull her harder on my dick.
“Ahh, yes! Yes!”
Jesus, fuck! I don’t know how much longer I have left in me to not detonate. My stomach is tense, my jaw locked.
I twist my head, sinking my teeth into her ankle where it rests on my shoulder. I feel as Isabelle clenches around me and cries out, and I don’t hesitate a moment longer. I pull out and jerk my cock, just in time to spill my release all over her stomach.
That was so much more than just fucking. I don’t have the brain cells to define it with logic. As I look at Isabelle, her glistening skin and blue eyes unfocused with fulfilled bliss, I can only feel it. We’re soulbound.
Chapter twenty-two
I can’t remember the last time I felt solight.I’m walking down Callahan Terrace, the day is perfectly warm, the traffic isn’t too loud, the footpath isn’t too crowded. It’s one of those days you just can’t fault. I’m breezing through it without a care in the world, and it’s all because of Isabelle.
