Page 82 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
My nails dig into Isaac’s shoulders as I scream in orgasmic bliss. My pleasurable moans reverberate through the bathroom as an orgasm cascades through my body. It’s so strong, even I’m surprised by its intensity.
My orgasm deepens when hot cum rages out of Isaac’s cock, coating the walls of my pussy. I clench my sex, greedily milking his throbbing member, craving every drop of his spawn.
Several body-shuddering minutes later, I collapse onto his sweat-glistening torso. I’m exhausted and gasping for air.
After sinking back into the tub, Isaac runs his hand down my frazzled hair. Even with the temperature of the water beyond chilled, the heat of our bodies is enough to keep us warm.
My heart flips when Isaac presses a kiss to my temple. “That was a first.”
Once my heart rate settles, I peer into his sparkling eyes. “That was a first for me, too. I’ve never had sex in a bathtub.”
Isaac stiffens, and his cock still caressed inside me softens. “I meant it was my first time without a condom.”
Although I should be mad he just mentioned previous sexual encounters in front of me, a smile curls my lips.
I slip off his semi-erect cock. “I’m glad I was your first.”
Isaac’s jaw ticks so profusely, it’s heard over the sloshing of the bathwater when I step out of the tub.
“Isabelle…” His angry roar would usually have me freezing in fear, but not this time. I wrap a plush towel around my quaking body, pretending I’m not the least bit concerned.
My trembles from the cold water turn into shudders of excitement when Isaac stands from the tub. His domineering stature already demands my attention, but it’s his relentless gaze securing my utmost devotion. It’s infuriatingly angry and solely focused on me. He glares at me, demanding I answer the silent questions pumping out of him.
Without a doubt, I can testify that a jealous Isaac is by far the sexiest Isaac I’ve ever seen.
His stern gaze lessens when I admit, “It was also my first bareback ride.”
CHAPTER35
After my tease in the bathroom, I spent the next two hours paying for the repercussions of my frisky taunt. Isaac’s stamina astounds me. I’ve never met a man with so much self-control in the bedroom. I lost count of the number of orgasms that ripped through my body this afternoon. I was left sated, delirious, and unable to move. I had so much adrenaline running through my body, I felt drunk even though I haven’t had a drop of alcohol the past week.
Thankfully, Isaac let me rest the majority of the afternoon, only waking me when it was time for dinner.
We’ve spent the last hour in his living room, eating homemade tacos and talking. I’ve loved every moment I’ve spent with him, whether we’re in the bedroom or just hanging out. Only thirty-six hours have passed since we left the abandoned warehouse, but it feels like a lifetime.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” Isaac collects our empty plates from the coffee table before heading to the kitchen.
After placing my phone on the coffee table, I glance at an extensive collection of pictures proudly displayed on the mantel above the fireplace. There are over two dozen photos of various people in different poses. Their ages and gender range between each picture, but I notice one gentleman appears in the photos more than any other individual.
When Isaac walks back into the room, I ask, “Who is this man?”
He stands next to me, his lips arching when he peers at the photo I’m clutching. “That’s my brother, Nick.”
When he removes the picture from my hand, the grin on his face enlarges to a full-toothed smile. My brows lower down my face as my lips purse. Although the gentleman in the photo is handsome, he has no similar features to Isaac at all. Isaac has brown hair, gray eyes, and a light olive complexion. This gentleman has blond hair, dark blue eyes, and his skin is pasty white. Let alone the fact Isaac’s persona demands respect and authority, while his brother seems a little roguish and cheeky.
Noticing my odd expression, Isaac chuckles. “He’s my brother. There’s no doubt in my mind.”
He places the photo back onto the mantel before turning to face me. Air snags in my throat just from the sheer closeness of his ruggedly handsome face. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of seeing his tempting features.
“Do you have any siblings?”
Grimacing, I shrug. Isaac eyes me curiously but remains quiet, patiently waiting for me to decide if I want to respond any further. Sensing my reluctance, he sits down on the sofa and gestures for me to join him. A smile sneaks onto my face when he interlocks our hands and lowers me to straddle his lap.
I settle my nerves with some big breaths. “I have siblings, but half of them probably don’t remember me, and the other half don’t know I exist.”
When our gazes collide, I suck in a sharp breath. Although his eyes reveal his comfort, he remains quiet, giving me the chance to gather my composure. I’m grateful for his patience as tears are already welling in my eyes.
“You don’t have to say any more,” Isaac assures a short time later, his voice deep. “But I’m ready to listen once you feel comfortable.”
