Page 58 of Embracing Hope

Hearing the strain in his voice didn’t discourage her path. She knew what she wanted. She just needed him to want her back.

A storm brewed between them, dangerous and dark, but storms brought rainbows.

“Oh, I think it could.”

With a deep growl, he rolled over, his back to her.

She took this as the ultimate challenge, and in typical Hope fashion, she’d never backed down from one.

She snuggled closer to his back, molding her body to his larger one. She thrust her fingers into the longer ends of his silky hair.

“Hope…”

“Isaac.”

He swiftly turned to face her again, snaked his arm around her waist, and dragged her against the hard lines of his body. She felt his erection against her belly which caused an avalanche of yearning.

“You’re a naughty witch.”

“Thank you.” She smiled.

The smile was wiped away when he slammed his mouth to hers and pressed her back into the bed.

This was what she’d wanted—what she’d craved. Here it was, all for the taking, but instead of taking control, she allowed him to take the lead.

His tongue plundered her, his hard mouth conquered hers.

She’d never wanted anyone like she wanted him. This revelation should have scared her, but instead, it exhilarated her.

She opened her thighs wide, cradling him against the apex of her thighs. His hard body pressed her against the soft sheets, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

Here, with him, was different than anything she’d experienced. He’d played hard to get, and yet she could feel, sense, how much he wanted her. She had always wanted to be cherished and appreciated. Have someone who didn’t just want her because of her looks or because she was a Rose. Together they could be a great team.

He shifted just enough to give his hand free passage down her body, skimming the deep valley between her breasts, over her flat tummy, and to her inner thighs.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he looked down at her, his eyes ablaze in the golden light of the lamp. “You’re so wet.”

“For you,” she whimpered, dragging him down for another lingering kiss.

Again, he pulled his mouth up. “I don’t think I have it in me to resist you any longer.”

“Then don’t. Just follow your instincts.” She scraped her nails down his shoulders.

He let out a feral groan that made her quiver. He cupped her pussy, caressing his callused finger over her clit, and she cried out, digging her nails deeper into his skin.

His lips were on her breasts, then her stomach, thrusting his tongue in and out of her belly button. She arched into him, burning alive from the sweltering need erupting in her core.

He shimmied lower, his face now buried between her legs and his mouth clamped her most sensitive part. She cupped his hand, tugging at his thick hair and raising his face. His finger sunk into her wet passage and he thrust deep, so deep. It felt so good. His finger moved in and out easily through her damp folds. Her insides spasmed as the climax grew to new heights. She tugged at the roots of his hair, guiding him, coaxing him to continue what he was doing . He understood her silent message, and he continued to deliver the pain and pleasure until her body reached the tip of the mountain.

“Isaac!” His name ripped from her lips as she lifted her hips higher, grinding her pussy against his face.

He continued to move his tongue over the seam of her pussy, creating a seductive path through the delicate slick folds, then went back to lavish her clit with the attention that drove her swiftly toward a second orgasm.

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He tasted her release, and it nearly drove him over the edge.

Isaac wasn’t ready to stop what he was doing. He enjoyed feeling her body undulate underneath his mouth.

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