Page 55 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“Oh God…” I pant, overcome by the tingling in my core.
The desire to snap my eyes shut is overwhelming when a third orgasm roars through my spent body, but I keep them open, fighting through the sensation eating me whole.
When my nails dig into Isaac’s back with force, spurts of cum brutally erupt from his throbbing knob.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” he groans before leaning over and entrapping my bottom lip between his teeth. The sting of his bite is painful, but his tongue soon soothes the pain.
Once every drop of his spawn has been released, he frees my lip from his menacing teeth before rolling off me. His eyes remain locked on mine as he removes the condom from his still throbbing cock. Disposing the condom into a trash can, he rejoins me in bed. Even exhausted beyond comprehension, my lips tug high when he spoons his body in close to mine.
With three earth-shattering orgasms rendering me immobile, I soon fall into a blissful post-orgasmic sleep.
“Isabelle…”
My hand shoos away something brushing my lips. When a profound chuckle booms through my eardrums, I jolt upright and crash into a hard surface.
“Shit.” I rub the brutal sting on my head.
Peering out of my eye, I catch the incredibly attractive and fully dressed Mr. Isaac Holt, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Oh shit!
I scamper my naked body across the bed and yank his hand away from his nose to inspect it. “Is it bleeding?”
“It’s fine, Isabelle,” Isaac remarks.
I continue with my perusal of his nose while his eyes appraise my naked body. I’m too mortified that I’ve managed to headbutt him twice in less than six months to form a response to his overly eager assessment.
“Isabelle, I’m fine,” Isaac growls when I continue to fuss over him.
He must have been sitting very close to me when I struck him as his nose already has a red bump forming. When I lick my dry lips, I can taste him on my skin.
“Were you kissing—”
“We’re back in Ravenshoe.”
“What?” I’m utterly confused.
My eyes dart to the window. I gasp when I notice the plane is in an airport hangar instead of the sky.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I dart out of bed.
“You look tired. I wanted you to sleep.”
My lips curve into a broad grin as I yank on my shirt and jeans, sans underwear.Hold on!
“So, we did the whole landing without a seat belt? Are you crazy?”
“Do you truly believe a scrap of material will save you when a plane is plummeting to the ground?”
My quick movements freeze as my brows furrow.I’m never flying again.
Isaac chuckles at my reaction before clasping his hand around mine. My brows scrunch more when I walk out of the bedroom and discover the plane is deserted. My bewilderment intensifies when I spot Hugo leaning on Isaac’s town car when we exit the galley of the aircraft.
“We landed over two hours ago.”
My eyes bulge. “You let me sleep that long?”
“You looked tired.”
