I slip back into the suite quietly, easing the door shut behind me. The cabin is dim, washed in low ambient light, the steady hum of the engines wrapping everything in a strange calm.
Bella is restless, shifting beneath the blanket, legs moving slowly like she’s chasing something she can’t quite reach. Her lips part, a soft sound escaping her throat. Not fear. Not panic.
A moan.
I stop short, heat hitting me low and hard. For a second I just stand there, watching, trying to make sense of it. Her brow is smooth, lashes fluttering. She’s dreaming.
And whatever it is, it has her body betraying her.
I lower myself slowly, sitting back on my haunches beside her, elbows resting on my knees. I don’t touch her. I don’t wake her. Ijust watch as she arches slightly, breath catching, hips rolling in a way that makes my teeth clench.
Fuck.
I’m already hard, my body responding without permission, without reason. My mind goes places it shouldn’t, wondering what she’s seeing behind those closed eyes. Who she thinks is touching her. Or if she knows exactly who it is.
My gaze lingers on her chest, the soft swell of her breast under her top, and suddenly I’m not here, not in this suite, not on this cursed flight.
I’m back in that hotel room, four years ago, Bella gasping beneath me, her hair fanned across white sheets, her skin flushed and hot.
I slide her dress off her shoulders, the fabric gliding down to pool at her waist. Bella is sprawled out beneath me on fresh white sheets, her breath coming in shaky bursts. Her eyes meet mine, wide and hungry.
I lean in, taking her breast into my mouth, letting my tongue circle her nipple, tasting her skin. She gasps, back arching, one hand tangling in my hair, the other grabbing at the sheets. I suck slowly, then harder, letting her feel the edge of my teeth, the heat of my mouth. She squirms under me, legs parting, pulling me in closer.
My hand glides over her body, tracing the line of her waist, then sliding down to her thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of herpanties. She moans, hips rolling up to meet my hand, her body already wet, already begging for more.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention—my tongue teasing, my mouth greedy, loving the way she shudders and whispers my name.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, voice barely a whisper.
I look up at her, the flush in her cheeks, the wildness in her eyes, and it’s like a fuse has been lit inside me. I move up to kiss her mouth, swallowing her gasp, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as my fingers stroke lower, teasing her, finding her slick and ready.
She’s trembling, arching into me, legs wrapping around my hips, her body moving with mine. My cock throbs, hard and insistent, pressed against her thigh.
I kiss down her neck, biting softly, marking her, then whisper in her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Isabella.”
She writhes, desperate, mouth finding mine again, moaning into the kiss as I slide my fingers inside her, slow and deep. She clings to me, panting, her body so open and honest, every movement begging for more, for everything.
Her tits are flushed and firm under my hands, her nipples hard from my mouth. I slide down her body, kissing my way over her stomach, feeling her tremble. I hook her panties aside and press my mouth to her pussy, tasting her—hot, slick, perfect.
She moans, hips lifting, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer. I lick her slowly, letting my tongue circle her clit, then suck, hungry for every sound she makes. My hands grip her thighs, holding her open, feeling her thighs shake as I eat herout, slurping, flicking, teasing her clit until she gasps and begs for more.
Her tits rise and fall, her body arching, helpless to the pleasure. I slip a finger inside her, curling it, feeling her clench around me as I keep my mouth on her, my cock so hard it aches.
When I can’t take any more, I kiss my way back up her body—kissing her tits, biting at her nipples as she shivers, desperate. I press the head of my cock to her entrance, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I push in, slow and deep, stretching her, filling her.
She cries out, grabbing at my shoulders, her tits pressed to my chest as I bury myself inside her, every inch. I start to move, thrusting deep, her pussy gripping my cock, her moans filling the room, sweet and raw and wild.
I fuck her slowly at first, savoring the feel of her, the heat and the slickness, the way her body takes everything I give her. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her nails digging into my back as I pick up the pace, grinding into her, both of us losing ourselves in the heat and the want.
She wraps her legs tight around my waist, urging me deeper, her breath coming out in shaky, needy gasps. Every thrust pulls a new sound from her, her tits bouncing with the rhythm, her body greedy for every inch of my cock. I watch her face as I move inside her, loving the way her eyes flutter shut, her mouth falling open in pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I growl, my voice rough in her ear. She grabs at my ass, pulling me harder, rolling her hips to meet every stroke. Her pussy clenches tight, milking me, her clit rubbing against me with every thrust.
I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth again, flicking it with my tongue while I keep thrusting, deep and slow, then faster, her body slick and hot beneath mine. Her hands roam everywhere—my shoulders, my back, my hair—never satisfied, always wanting more.
She moans, louder now, her nails leaving trails down my spine. “Aleksander—please, don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
I pin her wrists above her head, grinding in, watching her arch and writhe, her tits pushed up for me to devour. My cock pounds into her, harder, faster, until she’s trembling under me, breathless, her moans spilling into the room.
