Page 83 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
A smile curves on my lips, grateful he isn’t going to push me. Just knowing he won’t force me makes me want to share information I’ve never shared before.
“My mom fell in love with the wrong man.” My voice is barely a whisper. “My father was already married and had a handful of kids with his wife and mistresses by the time they met. He promised my mom a lavish life if she’d give up her current lifestyle and become his mistress. Because my mom grew up in a family living well below the poverty line, and she was only seventeen, she readily agreed. Instead of a life of luxury, my mom got a long list of false promises.”
I stop talking when a tear splashes my cheek. My heart leaps when Isaac beats me to wiping it away.
“She got pregnant with me not long after they got together, and that’s when her life spiraled out of control.” My words croak with each one I speak. “My father preferred to have sons, and since I was born a girl, he despised me on sight.”
I swallow hard before continuing with my story before I lose my nerve. “My mom died of a drug overdose when I was six years old.”
Isaac’s thighs stiffen, but his face doesn’t alter from his usual expression.
“My father didn’t want me, and his wife didn’t know I existed, so I was… umm…”
I stop talking to wipe under my nose to ensure the contents inside doesn’t spill.This is harder than I ever imagined.
When an unexpected sob tears from my mouth, Isaac says, “That’s enough for tonight, Isabelle.”
His thumbs wipe away the tears now cascading from my eyes before he leans over to place a kiss on each of my eyelids. His loving gesture causes a sudden shift in the air. Sexual tension builds as we assess each other’s faces.
When the tension grows too great to ignore, I tilt my hips forward, seeking his cock I feel thickening beneath me. My movements are slower than the pace we’ve been going the past two days, but fire-sparking at the same time.
Goosebumps break across my stomach when Isaac slips his hand under my shirt. Although his touch is as light as a feather, it’s robust enough to gain my body’s full attention. His slow but sensual pace heightens my senses, making sure they pay careful attention to his every move.
A shallow moan vibrates my lips when he kneads my breasts. He rolls my nipples, sending a roaring sensation through my body, only stopping when they cluster in my needy pussy.
Standing from the leather sofa, Isaac places me onto a white fur rug in the living room. He guides me backward until my back molds into its soft fibers.
Moving his hands to my shirt, he glides it over my head. Once it’s removed, his lust-ridden gaze lowers to mine.
“Stretch your arms above your head and clasp your hands together.” His soft rumble has my insides purring.
When I do as instructed, he uses my shirt to secure my hands at the wrists. “Keep them above your head.”
Biting my bottom lip, I nod. My pulse quickens when he tugs off his shirt. My pulse thrums when he stands before me barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans undone at the button. My eyes greedily absorb his magnificent body, drinking in every spectacular ridge as if it’s the first time they’ve sampled it.
Once he removes his jeans, he crouches next to my trembling thighs to unbutton the three-button fly on my jeans. My core clenches when he slides them down my legs, his hand brushing my sensitive pussy on the way by.
His fluid movements continue until I’m lying before him as naked as the day I was born. After his eyes appreciatively study my body, he stands and moves out of my vision.
Confusion slips over my face, confused by his sudden departure.
A short time later, he returns with a pillow in his hand. My lips furl high when he places it under my head. “Your eyes are never to leave mine, Isabelle.”
Unable to speak, I nod.
After gracing my skin with gentle nips and caresses, Isaac’s attention shifts to lavishing the throbbing areas of my body.
Any time my gaze falters during his tantalizing teases, he commands my eyes back to his. Watching him worship my body is an exhilarating experience that has me freefalling into ecstasy more times than I can count.
Once my body is lax from sexual exhaustion, Isaac adjusts my position. A familiar tingle builds in my stomach when his swollen knob braces the entrance of my sex. Even exhausted beyond comprehension, my body can’t help but react to his.
My back arches with a throaty moan when he inches his cock into my drenched pussy.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
My eyes snap to his as a long, salivating moan rumbles from my throat. Our bodies are joined in the most intimate way, heightening my senses even more.
Isaac’s muscles flex with every thrust his body makes. Each grind fills me to the brink before his rolling hips send a jolt of pleasure to my tightening core.
