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Warm water drenches my hair before sliding down my face to cling to the curve in my top lip. Isaac laps up every drop that fails to escape the bow of my mouth before adjusting my position. He tilts my back to a forty-five-degree angle, encouraging my feet to dig into his spectacular backside. He grips my neck with one hand before securing a firm hold on my right hip with the other. Even being slippery standing in the shower with no walls to support my weight, I’m not the least bit concerned that he’ll drop me. His secure hold makes it seem as if I’m as light as a feather.
The muscles in his abdomen constrict when he lines up his cock with the entrance of my pussy. His eyes collide with mine for the quickest second before he hilts me in one swift, fluid motion. An aching zing fires through to my core from being stretched so wide, but it isn't a painful ache. It's so pleasurable, passion dashes through my body.
His hold aids him in gliding me up and down his rigid cock. He fucks me at a pace that has me eagerly chasing the next wave. The water tumbling down my chest, past my breasts, and over my throbbing clit adds to our combustible lovemaking. It makes me hot all over while giving relief to the brutal pounds my pussy is being hit with.
“Pinch your nipples, Isabelle.” Isaac’s deep timbre vibrates right through to my drenched pussy. “Show me how horny you are, baby. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Oh, God.
Confident he’d never drop me, I remove my arms from around his shoulders and cup my breasts. I squeeze them together before tweaking my nipples like he always does. It should feel stupid fondling myself while being fucked beyond recognition, but it doesn’t. The wild grunts Isaac releases as I toy with my breasts have my core contracting so fast, my next climax is mere seconds away.
“Eyes, Isabelle,” he demands, intuiting me as only he can. “I want to watch you unravel, to see your pupils dilate and your eyes spark before pretty little moans tear from your throat.”
His pumps become more frantic, more precise. Every stroke hits that spot deep inside me making my core clench tighter and my pussy get wetter.
“Oh… ah… oh my God.”
When Isaac shifts his head to the side, his nostrils flare, and his grip on my neck tightens. Its firmness sends bolts of pleasure down my spine. Immensely interested in discovering what he's glaring at, I stray my eyes in the direction he’s looking. My pussy milks his cock when a visual too risqué for words enters my vision. Because storm clouds are hovering above our heads, and the bathroom light is switched off, our reflection is bouncing back from the darkened glass wall. It isn’t as bright as a mirror, but it’s clear enough I can see every muscle in Isaac’s flawless body contracting as he pounds into me without restraint. The image reflecting back is so primal, so raw, so…Oh!
“Eyes, Isabelle!” His rough command adds to the violent shakes hammering me as another orgasm scorches through my veins. “You're so gorgeous when you come. So sexy. So fucking beautiful.”
Isaac waits for my shudders to lessen before stepping us out of the spray. When he withdraws his still-throbbing cock, I feel instantly hollow. The empty feeling doesn’t linger for long. The image of Isaac stroking himself sends fiery warmth spreading across every inch of my body.
He drags his hand to the base before returning it to the crown, his pumps quick, almost brutal. When his hooded eyes collide with mine, my name comes tearing out of his throat in sync with hot cum shooting out of his swollen knob. It splashes over my stomach and halfway up my chest, coating me as effectively as my arousal drenched his cock.
He continues his seamless pumps until every drop of his spawn is expelled, then he lifts his hand to rub it into my skin. My heart swells when he smears his still-warm semen over my chest, my stomach, around my neck, and down my arms. He’s keeping his word on washing away the horrid scent embedded on my skin by replacing it with his own intoxicating smell. And, at the same time, he’s once again claiming me as his.
CHAPTER27
ISABELLE
“Isabelle,” says a deep voice to my left. “Wake up!”
Jolting, my torso shoots off the bed as my bewildered eyes bounce around an unknown room. It takes me several terrifying seconds to realize I’m in the suite of Isaac’s cabin. My shirt is damp from sweat, and my heart is wildly beating.
I suffocate a scream when Isaac’s hand unexpectedly brushes my shoulder. “You’re okay. You're safe,” he croons, his voice low and nurturing.
Bedsheets shuffling sounds through my ears when he molds the front of his body to my heavily panting back. He cocoons his body around mine, making me feel safe and protected. No words filter from his mouth. He just patiently waits for me to regather the composure I lost in the midst of a nightmare. Yesterday morning’s unfathomable event just replayed in explicit detail in my dreams. It felt so real, I thought I was back in the barn watching Carlyle’s skin drip from his body.
When a brutal shudder tremors through me, Isaac tugs me in closer. My chest puffs out to accommodate my enlarging heart when he presses his lips to my hairline before gliding his hand up and down my arm. His body heat eases the shivers rattling my bones, but it’s his protective hold that’s greater than any inferno. Now everything he said yesterday makes sense. He’s a protector. It’s how he keeps those he loves safe while also displaying how much he loves them.
Two-day-old stubble scratches my cheek when I crank my neck back to peer at him. “I love you, Isaac.” My voice is still harsh from recently waking up, but it’s also filled with emotions.
Isaac’s chest swells when he sucks in a big breath. After releasing it, he lowers his eyes to mine. The admiration in them has fresh tears pricking in mine. These tears are more noble than the ones I shed while sleeping.
After kicking off the bedsheets covering my legs, I shift my position until my bottom rests on the balls of my feet, and my face is directly in front of his. He assesses my body with precise detail before the most deliciously wicked smirk curls his plump lips. Not waiting for permission, I seal my mouth over his. His lips are warm and taste like cinnamon and coffee. He must have eaten before rejoining me back in bed.
Our kiss is slow and tender, a sensual mix of gentle nips, plunging tongues, and soft moans. In the process of our heart-stuttering embrace, I somehow go from kneeling on the bed to straddling Isaac’s lap. I grind down against him three times, loving that his cock lengthens with every grind I do.
Just as I’m about to rub against him for the fourth time, he slips off the bed, taking me with him. “I want to taste you, Isabelle.” His needy words vibrate on my lips. “But first, I have to feed you.”
His efficient strides have us reaching the wooden kitchen more quickly than a heartbeat. I huff when he places me on the granite countertop. His kiss awoke my libido, and it was hoping he was on the menu.
Hearing my shameful protest, Isaac pivots around to face me. I’m only wearing one of his short-sleeve t-shirts and a pair of modest panties, but he looks at me as if I’m the most precious jewel in the world. “Food first. Then you’ll be dessert.”
Several core-clenching seconds pass in silence. Isaac is the first to break our intense stare-down. He drops his eyes to watch my tongue leisurely slide across my top lip. Happy I have him right where I want him, I return my tongue to its rightful spot, then lock my eyes with Isaac.
Excitement shoots through me when he mutters, “You’ll pay for that.”
