Page 51 of Burn With Me

“Spread your legs open,” he growls. “Hold them.”

Blinking, confused, I do as he commands. My thighs tremble as I pull them apart and hold myself open as he squeezes his cock, the veins on both it and his throat standing out with each passing second. It doesn’t take long for him to erupt.

Cum shoots out and hits my lower belly, startling me with how hot it is. Isaac doesn’t stop there, though. He directs his cock down further as another stream of it lashes out and hits my pussy, soaking through the wetness so that I can feel it before he then aims it upward. The next volley arches up and lands on my breasts. All over, he coats me in his release. Groaning as he paints me in his cum, Isaac marks me, emptying himself all over my pussy, stomach, and tits until his arms are trembling and I feel the sticky evidence seeping into my flesh.

Only then does he seem to regain his senses. Panting and flushed, Isaac looks down at me and smiles—a true, pure smile. Even coated in sweat with loose, exhausted limbs, I feel the fluttering of more arousal slip through me.

Fuck no. How? After two back-to-back orgasms? How can he do that?

Isaac leans down, brushing my damp hair back as he presses a close-mouthed kiss to my stunned lips. “You look so fucking pretty covered in my cum, Sunshine.” The words he whispers against my mouth shouldn’t make me hot, but they do.

When he pulls back, his eyes open and lock with mine. “There’s no going back now,” he tells me.

My lips part, but no words come out.

“Say it,” he orders. “Tell me that there’s no going back.”

“Th-there’s no going back,” I answer, numbly. I know he’s right, but, this … this sex can’t really fix everything. He has to know that.

He nods. “Who do you belong to?” he demands. I press my lips together and when I don’t immediately answer, his hands tighten on my body. “Aurora.” My name is hard on his tongue. “Who do you belong to?”

I shake my head. “Isaac,I—”

“That’s right,” he cuts me off without letting me finish. His blue eyes burst to life. “Me,” he whispers. “You’re mine, Sunshine.”

My stomach hollows out and the reality of what I’ve just done hits me sharply. Just like that, I know there really is no going back. He and I are past the point of no return. This one decision has locked us together. Suddenly, a true fear springs to life in my mind.

What does this mean?

Isaac and I are like day and night. One night of hardcore fucking doesn’t make a relationship. His possessiveness isn’t reality. His demanding behavior, and his desire to protect—none of it cures the fact that there are still too many secrets between us. How do I make him understand that, though? How do I proceed?

We may have given in to the attraction we both couldn’t stop, but there’s so much more at stake. So much more we have to worry about. I reach up and my fingers brush his. I make a split-second decision. One I doubt he’ll like, but it’s one I have to make. Whatever we are—whatever this is between us—we’ll have to discuss it later. What’s important is everything else. His father. My mother. The danger he spoke of. The war that’s brewing.

“What now?” I ask.

There’s no running from my meaning. No hiding it. His jaw clenches and unclenches. His lashes flutter and I can practically see the thoughts spinning through his mind. “We’ll figure it out,” he promises me. “Whatever happens, though, I swear you’ll be safe.”

“It’s not just me I’m worried about,” I tell him. “What about my friends? Will he use them? Or what about my mother? What happens to her after he’s done?

His grimaces and I have my answer. “If he thinks they’ll work in his favor, then yes,” Isaac answers regardless.

“I won’t have my friends involved,” I tell him. “I can’t let that happen.” It’s too late for my mother, but for them, I can still do something.

“Do you trust me?” Isaac asks.

I blink. “What?”

“Do you trust me?” he repeats.

I stare up at him, my eyes glancing across his face, trying to seek out a motive for this question, but all I see is a cool determination. I want to say yes, but even the purest of relationships have fallen before, and our relationship is anything but pure. I bite down hard on my lower lip, forgetting that I’ve already cut it. More blood fills my mouth.

Isaac reaches up and presses down on it. “Don’t,” he whispers. “Don’t think about it. Just let me handle it. I won’t hurt you anymore, I promise.”

I shake my head. “I’m sorry,” I reply. “I can’t.”

He frowns down at me before releasing me and sinking back on his heels. “You can’t what?”

I swallow and lean up, keeping our gazes connected. “It’s not that I can’t trust you,” I tell him. “But it’s too soon. It’s too early. Whatever you have going on, whatever you think you can do against your father … the only way we can move forward now is if you involve me.” Even if we’re not forever, the least we can be is allies.

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