“Tell me you understand, Isabelle. Use your words. I need to hear them.” His eyes bore into mine, waiting for my response. His breathing shudders, his arms crossed against his broad chest. He looks so keyed up and on edge, waiting to pounce.
“I understand,” I whisper.
“What do you understand?”
“We talk about stuff, and we work things out together. No more running. I promise.” I sound so very small saying it, but in all honesty, I feel it. I feel so small and insignificant.
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I have caused so much hurt from my own fear and insecurity, and now I am here, begging for forgiveness.
“Do you trust me, Isabelle? Honestly?” He steps closer again, his voice softer now, how I have always heard him and have grown to love. The gentle cadence of his voice is like a deep, soothing lullaby. I know deep down I would trust James implicitly with my very life.
“Yes, I do. Absolutely.”
His eyes close, and his forehead rests against mine. The softness of his chest warms me, his thundering heart palpable against mine.
He takes my face in his hands, tilting my head to look him straight in his eyes. The sunlight streaming through the windows highlights the amber flecks in his eyes.
"Iz, I want you to use green, amber, red. Yes?"
"Yes." My voice shakes with nerves. His body presses against mine as we breathe together, his fingertips running down my arms slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His fingers wrap gently around my wrists as he leans in, pinning me in place, his words dancing over my parted lips.
"Spread those legs for me, my queen." He presses his lips to mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. The heat of it makes me melt against the door. His kiss is possessive but
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tender all at once. As I part my legs, I can feel myself get wetter, the anticipation of his touch burning inside me.
His lips trail down my neck, hovering over my pulse point, sucking gently and nipping at my throat. Heat flushes throughout my body, nerves starting to build, making me stiffen. His hands tighten around my wrists. "Colour?" he whispers, continuing his kisses.
"Green," I moan, lost in his touch, reminding myself I will trust James to stop if I need him to.
"Good girl." He drops kisses to my collarbones, gentle bites peppered against my chest. His hard cock presses into my thigh as he starts to grind into me. His thigh presses against my clit, making me clench tighter. "Iz, I thought I lost you," he murmurs. "Don't fucking do that again."
"I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t." My breathing becomes shallower. Regret courses through me at seeing the pain I caused him.
His head stills against my breast for a moment as he lets out a sigh. He stands up straight, his gaze fixed on mine, and pulls the thick scrunchie out of my hair, leaving it to tumble over my shoulders.
"I’m going to tie your hands behind your back using this. I’ll leave it loose enough for you to slip out of, so you’re not fully restrained. You can stop this at any time.
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But I want to fuck you hard. I want to take what’s mine again. I want to claim that perfect wet pussy and make you scream my name just so you know who you belong to. Because, Isabelle, I’m all yours for as long as you want me and forever after that. But I need to know you’re mine."
He spins me away from the door and onto the stairs, pushing me forward until my knees hit the plush carpeted steps. My stomach lurches in anticipation, my heart racing at the gruffness in his voice, how his tone cuts right through me, so very him, yet a whole new man I haven’t met before.
"Colour," he growls.
The anxiety and fears come flooding back as I scrunch my eyes closed and my breaths leave in short, sharp gasps. My thighs clench closed, flashbacks coming thick and fast no matter how I try to push past them. But I want to do this for him. I want to do this for myself. I need to. I can’t let my past haunt my future anymore.
"What colour, Isabelle? Tell me!" he insists.
"Amber," I cry out, my mind desperate to flee but my heart wanting to work this out and confront my fears.
His hands soften their grip as they start to stroke down my arms again. "I’m here, Iz. It’s me. Breathe for me." His voice is soft and soothing, the timbre grounding me back in the moment.
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