Page 119 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
When he rolls over to pin me to the mattress, my breathing stills. His cock is thick against my damp panties, and the sheer closeness of his handsome face has my heart gaining an extra beat. Even in the moonlight, his entrancing features can't be concealed. With his razor-sharp jaw, plump, full lips, and striking eyes, he's a true masterpiece crafted to perfection.
He assesses my face as robustly as I just appraised his. Although his gaze is lidded, I can see his hurt reflecting back. My deceit hurt him. His eyes are circled with dark rims, and the scruff on his chin is the thickest I've seen it.
“Isaac—”
Before my apology can spill from my lips, his perfectly structured mouth seals over mine. He nips on my bottom lip before his tongue soothes the sting his teeth made, then he wrangles it with mine. It’s a soul-stealing kiss that is warm, inviting, and demanding. It represents the man I’m in love with to a T.
“These are my lips, Isabelle, only mine,” he mutters in his sexy, raspy voice.
“Always.” My heart bursts with love from the dominance in his tone. “They’ll never be anyone else’s.”
I adjust the tilt of my hips so I can rub against the girth teasing my clit. I barely get in two grinds when he inches back, removing his erection from my buzzing clit. “Not yet.”
He drags his lips down my chin and along my neck. The prickles of his unshaven chin add even more excitement to our heartfelt reunion. My legs scissor when he places a hot trail of kisses down my body. Little bites, soothing licks, and the roughness of his five o’clock shadow have me teetering toward the brink of ecstasy in no time. His stamina has always impressed me, but tonight it’s at a whole new level. He can control himself for hours if needed, ensuring he always gives a stellar performance in the bedroom.
Even after a month, his dedication never wavered. I was always satisfied to the point of exhaustion before he attempted to chase his own climax. Even during the dreaded red week of my cycle, he took care of me. I felt like a teenager when he brought me to climax without removing my panties, but it was incredible. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He's an incredibly gifted man, both in and out of the bedroom.
Isaac’s teasing kisses stop at the waist of my black silk panties. He lifts his lust-ridden gaze to my face, appraising my body on the way by. As he smirks a deliciously wicked smile, he shreds my panties off my body. I gasp at his domineering gesture, loving the switch of dynamics between us. I'm an independent, strong woman, but I’m more than happy to relinquish my power to Isaac. He’d never use it against me. If anything, he uses it to make me stronger. I’ve never felt stronger than when I’m beneath him.
The scent of my arousal filters in the air when Isaac stares at my bare mound, memorizing every detail as if it’s the first time he's seen me naked. My knees curve inward when he snaps his eyes shut to inhale a large whiff of air through his nostrils. “You smell so fucking good.”
When his eyes pop back open, they’re even more captivating than usual. They show his hunger. His every need. His desire. And they’re all pointing at me. My teeth gnaw my bottom lip when he rests his backside on the balls of his feet so he can take in the entire picture.
His needy voice rumbles through my body, clustering in my aching pussy when he says, “Place your feet flat on the bed, then bend your knees. Spread open wide for me, Isabelle, I want to see all of you.”
Even though my cheeks heat from his bold request, it isn’t from embarrassment, it’s from desire. There isn’t an inch of me he hasn’t inspected the past month, and the fact he still craves me as rampantly as I do him spurs on my need to please him. So, after shifting my legs up high on the bed, I do as requested without a peep trickling from my lips.
He runs his index finger down the folds of my wet pussy before slapping my clit with the back of his hand. “So pretty and pink.” He presses his thumb on the throbbing node before returning his eyes to mine. “Your eyes are never to leave mine, Isabelle. Do you understand?”
Unable to speak through my dry, parched mouth, I nod. I love watching him worship me, so I’d never do anything to taint that.
His dark, intense eyes remain arrested on mine as his head narrows toward my pussy. My body is thrumming with so much excitement, I’m afraid I may soon convulse. One touch, one lick, and I’ll be freefalling, toppling into orgasmic bliss.
Just as his tongue spears through the folds of my pussy, my back lurches off the bed. It isn’t in euphoria. It’s from Isaac disappearing before my very eyes. My bewilderment intensifies when my hand shoots to between my legs. I’m still wearing my black satin panties, and although my camisole top is drenched with sweat, it’s still very much in place.
Oh my God, was it all a dream?It couldn’t have been; it felt so real.
I flop back onto my pillow with a groan, striving to get the excitement scorching my veins under control. My skin is coated with sweat, and my breaths are ragged. I swear on my uncle’s grave, Isaac was just here. With my inner vixen screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs, I drag my spare pillow over my face to muffle her cries. Even she thought it was real. It probably doesn't help that I can smell Isaac’s alluring scent in the air. It’s infused there, refusing to leave even after bucket loads of tears begged it to go away.
After rubbing my weary eyes, I turn them to the alarm clock that usually sits on my bedside table. It takes a few moments for me to recall why the clock isn’t in its usual position. Isaac yanked it out of the wall when we made love. It shattered into pieces when he flung it against my bedroom door.
“I don’t care if I have to fuck you for twelve hours straight, you're not leaving this bed until I hear those words come out of your mouth in person,” he said that morning.
God, I miss him. His smell, his touch, but more than anything, his allure.
With any chance of going back to sleep lost, I yank back my pale blue bedspread, then flop my legs over the bed. From my new position, I can see the screen of my cell phone, which is sitting in its charging pod.
“Five o’clock,” I mutter in disgrace. “I haven’t been awake this early in years.”
After stretching to loosen up my strumming muscles, I scamper out of bed and pad into my walk-in closet to change my camisole and panties to ones less drenched. In my half-asleep state, I trip over a pair of running shoes left discarded on my closet floor. I haven’t been jogging in weeks. It wasn’t just Alex’s demanding work schedule that had my exercise regime lagging, it was Isaac’s sexual workouts. There were days I turned up to work feeling like I'd run a marathon. That’s how impressive Isaac’s sexual prowess is.
I could probably use a little bit of exercise. I haven’t been to the grocery store in over a month, so I’ve been living off stale Frosted Flakes and the emergency stash of Snickers in my freezer. It's not ideal, meaning in only four short days, I'm already struggling to fit into my jeans. Furthermore, a run could help get me out of the funk I'm in.
After throwing on a pair of running shorts, a shirt, and a thin jacket, I tie on my shoes then exit my apartment. A brisk wind cuts through me like a knife when I break through the revolving door of my building. The sun hasn’t begun to rise yet, so the morning is still shrouded in an eerie grayness. The only light supplied is by the moon or the occasional street light scattered along the street.
While putting in my earbuds, I catch the curious gaze of a security officer loitering in the lobby of my building. Upon closer glance, I realize he's the gentleman who returned the elevator to the ground floor at Isaac’s request after our disastrous date with Tatiana and Ryan. He watches me curiously when I take off down the near-isolated street with a wave. There are a handful of cars on the road, apparently early morning commuters heading to work, but the sidewalks are devoid of the foot traffic I'm usually hit with each morning.
A grunt spills from my lips when Kings of Leon’s hit song “Sex on Fire” pumps through my earbuds. I’m aiming to run out my sexual frustration on a crisp fall morning, and what’s the first song I hear? The one that instantly makes my mind drift to Isaac any time I listen to it.
