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Maybe we both need to feel this—a different kind of intimacy, a slower pace where each breath and touch is savored, to discover if we can exist within this fragile balance of control and surrender.

Just the look in Isaia's eyes pins me down, a claim, a promise, and a wordless plea all at once.

He continues to move with torturous precision, each stroke carefully measured, his restraint underlined by the noticeable clench of his jaw and tension in his broad shoulders. The heat of the room seems to increase, perspiration beading on his face, the air punctuated by sighs and gasps as he makes love to me, claiming me in a way he’s never claimed any woman before.

With every slow thrust into me, his pubic bone gives my clit the pressure my body craves, only to be denied as he withdraws just as slowly, over and over again.

“God, you’re beautiful like this.” Isaia lowers his head, capturing my lips into a slow, passionate kiss that mirrors the rhythm of our bodies, and the sensation brings me to the precipice of ecstasy. It's powerful, potent, his control over every thrust, every breath, every pulse of my veins, creating a storm inside me, an almost painful need. I feel desperate, ready to surrender but kept on the edge by his careful control.

“Isaia,” I beg. “Please…I need?—”

“Shh, baby girl. I’m going to make you come like this.” The promise of release in his words sends a shiver down my spine, spreading like electricity to the tips of my fingers and toes. The entire world vanishes. It’s just us. And I wish it could stay like this forever.

He traces one hand down my body, from my heaving chest to the waist that he holds in place. Tension coils even more tightly inside me, a whimper escaping as he leans into my neck, lips just below my ear.

“I love you, Everly Beaumont.”

He slides out and then sinks back in.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. From our very first kiss, you were mine.” His words hit me like a tidal wave, coursing through my veins, flooding my senses until they’re all I can taste, hear, feel. “You are everything to me.”

“Isaia,” I whisper his name, tears slipping from my eyes, which he gently licks away as they run down my face.

“I was born to love you. Iexistto love you.” His fervent confession wraps around me like a blanket, offering warmth, protection, and an undeniable truth that makes my heart flutter. Each word is punctuated with a deep thrust that makes me gasp, the promise of a climax looming closer and closer with each meticulous movement.

Cupping my breast, his thumb traces my nipple, his lips claiming the delicate skin of my throat, licking, lapping, kissing.

“You are the first and only love of my life…and you’ll be the last,” he adds, thick with emotion. “Now, let me hear you say it,” he urges, slipping his cock into me as deep as it can go, and my mind is on the brink of breaking, my body humming. “Say it out loud. Say that I love you.” He thrusts in deep.

“Oh, God.” Pleasure ignites.

“Say it, baby girl.” He’s out of breath, his cock swelling inside me, his arms and shoulders trembling, but he doesn’t quicken the pace. “Say it.”

“Isaia.” My orgasm starts low in my core, rippling out in waves. “You love me. I know you love me…ah…”

Tears spill down my cheeks as pleasure crests, my mind, my soul, my body falling deeper into him than ever before. It’s a slow burn of euphoria that keeps on flowing, up my spine, my shoulders, my back arching as it reaches my core.

“And I love you, too,” I declare breathlessly as everything peaks.

His control falters once, twice, the rhythm stuttering as he keeps whispering that he loves me, his raw thrusts making me cry out in helpless pleasure.

“Fuck,” he growls, burying his face in my neck, his breath coming in hot, desperate bursts. “I love you…Jesus…fuck…I love you.”

His back arches as he flexes, needing to be deeper, and then he stills completely, casting us in silence, allowing me to hear and feel nothing else but him coming inside me.

Every twitch, every pulse, is tightly wrapped within my walls, and time stops. Our world shrinks to this room, this moment. Nothing else matters but us…and that’s the moment I realize that nothing ever will.

Chapter8

ISAIA

Iwake with a hunger tearing through me, my cock rock-hard and pulsing like a beast.

The house is quiet, sunlight slicing through the curtains, the air heavy with Everly’s warmth beside me, her lush body pressed, soft and goddamn tempting, against my side.

It’s constant, this ache to have her—under me, riding me, bent over in front of me. I want her screaming my name, soaking my fingers, my tongue, my cock, coming so hard she forgets who she is apart from being mine.

She’s asleep, her breaths deep and steady, but I’m too wound up to wait. I need her now, need to rip her apart with pleasure until she’s begging for me.

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