Page 157 of Surfer's Paradise

And God, it wrecked her.

“Yes,” she gasped, voice wrecked, hands tangled in his hair.

Then he pulled back, just enough to hover above her, his palm still around her throat. His eyes locked on hers—full of heat, of dominance, of something wicked and wild.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he said.

Rosie’s breath caught. Her thighs tightened around his waist. She obeyed.

He spat, his saliva dripping down straight into her mouth. She took all of his spit eagerly and swallowed without hesitation. The amused groan he let out was almost a snarl.

“Good girl.”

The words lit her up.

She had never been touched like this. Never been claimed like this. Never wanted to be—until him.

Isaac shoved into her harder, dragging her body down the bed with each thrust, his grip shifting from her throat to her hips, anchoring her in place.

Her mind was gone. Her body was his.

And it still wasn’t enough.

She didn’t want sweet. Didn’t want soft. She wanted him like this.

Rough. Possessive. In control.

She wanted to disappear under his weight and be found again in his hands.

Chapter 30

She was flushed and spread out beneath him, skin glowing, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. Her body still trembled from the last orgasm he’d dragged out of her—hands shaking, lips parted like she was struggling to breathe.

Isaac wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He gripped her chin and tilted her head back toward him, eyes burning into hers. “You ever use a toy when you thought about me?”

Her mouth opened, closed. Then—soft, breathless—“Yes.”

His voice dropped. “Show me.”

She reached for the nightstand. The drawer creaked open, and her hand closed around a slim, pale-pink vibrator. She hesitated just a beat, then placed it in his hand.

Isaac looked at it, then at her. “You used this?”

Rosie nodded, cheeks flushing darker.

He exhaled through his nose, sharp and full of something dangerous. “Turn over.”

She obeyed immediately, flipping onto her stomach, trusting him completely.

“Pillow,” he ordered.

Rosie grabbed one and shoved it under her hips. Isaac adjusted it with both hands, lifting her ass higher, angling her just the way he wanted. She was open now—exposed, vulnerable, perfect.

“You have no idea what this does to me,” he muttered, voice thick with restraint as he clicked the toy on to low and slid it beneath her, nestling it between her thighs so it pressed right where she needed it.

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