Page 186 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
My heart plunges into my stomach. I’ve been living in an Isaac Holt buzz cloud the past sixteen hours, successfully forgetting everything that’s happened and will occur over the next several weeks. I’ve only got another hour or two before our bubble bursts. I refuse to waste a single second.
When I adjust my position to face Isaac head-on, he balances his stubble-covered jaw and leans on his hand that’s propped up by his elbow. He looks tired, but he’s still the most ravishing man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. When I cup his cheek, he playfully bites my palm before kissing the edge. The dark richness in his eyes dulls when they zoom in on the bruise circling my wrist.
“They don’t hurt,” I assure him, praying it will lessen the fury building in his alluring gaze.
My prayers go unanswered when he replies, “That doesn’t make a difference, Isabelle. They shouldn’t be there to begin with.” His voice is as rugged as the scruff his chin doesn’t usually hold. “I will not let this slide. They will not get away with putting their hands on you.”
My pulse spikes. Even without his verbal confirmation, his eyes reveal his wish to seek personal retribution on the officers who arrested me. He’s a protector. He protects the people he loves, and nothing I could say will change that, but he also isn’t the man his FBI file makes him out to be, so although he’ll seek revenge, I trust their punishment will never exceed their wrongdoing.
I swallow to relieve the dryness in my throat from my breathless moans during ecstasy before murmuring, “I love you, Isaac.”
After snapping his eyes shut, he takes in a sharp breath, like my three little words are too much for him to bear. When the tension on his face relaxes, he appears closer to his age, instead of the ruthless businessman others witness daily. I love that I’m one of the rare few who gets to see him out of his element, unearthed and exposed.
Utterly raw.
When his eyes flutter back open, the pain that had settled behind them has vanished, and a new fire has been ignited. The air shifts when his gaze flicks to the clock sitting on the bedside table before returning to my face.
“We have a little over two hours before Hugo will arrive at the boathouse to collect you.” His throaty purr has my core clenching. “Are you up for some outdoor activities?”
“Uh-huh.” When I shimmy down the bed, his pupils widen. “After I’ve returned the favor.”
As his dark brows curve high, his thumb softens my jaw for the exhaustive activity it’s about to undertake. “You’re always so greedy to suck me dry.”
I nod before I do precisely that. I drag my cheek down his rapidly stiffening shaft to relish his delicious scent before having the quickest taste of his arousal beading at the tip. He smells musky and sweet, an odd combination that ignites every nerve in my body.
After gripping his cock in his hand, he feeds the first inch into my mouth, too impatient to wait a second longer. His keenness turns me on. I’m hot all over, both aroused and eager to please. He angles my head so I can take him to the very back of my throat before lifting his hips off the mattress. He rocks into my mouth on repeat, his groans growing rougher with each pump he does.
“I love this, Isabelle. Your mouth. Your tongue. Your fuckable lips.”
I suck him faster. Greedily. I crave his wicked tongue as much as I’m dying to taste his cum once again. My cheeks burn from my ravenous sucks, but I hold nothing back. I lick, pump, and suck him, ensuring the heat of our exchange will keep him warm during what could be months of absence.
As his animalistic groans ramp up, his grip on my hair tightens. I love the sting. It’s part of the package of him getting off, and I savor every moment of him unraveling beneath me.
When I drag my teeth over the cleft of his cock, he hisses out a curse word before bunching the sheets in his spare hands. He fists them as effectively as he clutches my hair. It’s a dominating hold that reveals he is no longer in control of our exchange. All the power has been handed to me.
“Isabelle…”
His words are cut short by my tongue darting over the sensitive crown of his cock. I tighten my lips around him before pressing my tongue against the vein feeding his magnificent manhood. He rocks his hips harder, driving into my mouth like he usually does my pussy. Sweat pours out of him as he grapples for the power he unwillingly relinquished. He matches my sucks with equally pleasing grinds, fucking my face as I wish he would my pussy.
As if he sensed my silent bidding, he flips our exchange on its head. My non-bruised cheek mashes with the pillow a mere second after his cock is withdrawn from my mouth. He adjusts the tilt of my hips before entering me from behind with one fluid thrust, filling me as only he can. I call out, the sensation too unbelievable to be real.
“Isaac…” A whole heap of other words come out with his name, but I’m so hazed by lust, I have no clue what I’m saying. I doubt it’s as dirty as the ones he whispers to me while driving me to the brink.
“Again.” The judder of his command is as rippling as my pussy. I’m sucking at him ravenously, praying he’ll coat my womb with the seed my mouth missed out on. “Say it again.”
I could feign ignorance by pretending I don’t know what his demand pertains to, but I’m sick of acting foolish. I know what he wants just as much as I know the idea of us parting is killing him as slowly as it’s killing me.
“I love you, Isaac. Only you. I’m yours. And you—”
“Are mine.”
A ragged gasp expels from my lips when the scorching hot water of the shower pelts on my nearly blue and snapped-off toes. “Sooo c-c-cold,” I stammer as another shiver runs down my spine.
Isaac pulls me into his chest before dragging his arms up and down my back, warming me with his body heat. “I told you it would be freezing.” His tone is a unique mix of fret and humor. “But you still wanted to go skinny dipping in December.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining when you followed me into the water.” My voice has an edge of wittiness to it. I saw a different side to Isaac the past hour, the fun-loving, I-may-be-a-multi-millionaire-but-I’m-still-just-a-man side. I love his dominance, but I’m learning there’s a lot more to this man than what I’ve unearthed so far.
Isaac cocks his brow. “You stripped naked before diving into the water. If you assumed I wasn’t going to respond to that, you don’t know me very well.”
