Page 97 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Not long after the first orgasm rockets through my body, my alarm clock on my bedside table starts hollering. Not adjusting the speed of his seamless pumps, Isaac grips my alarm clock, yanks its cord out of the wall, and throws it across the room. The alarm clock shatters into pieces when it hits the wall with a thud.
Surprised, my eyes missile to Isaac.
“I don’t care if I have to fuck you for twelve hours straight, you’re not leaving this bed until I hear those words come out of your mouth in person.”
Oh God.
Without warning, an intense, core-clenching climax rushes through my body. My back arches off the bed as my nails drag down Isaac’s back so harshly, I’m certain I’ve drawn blood.
Isaac lessens my purrs of ecstasy by sealing his mouth over mine, stealing every breathless moan with lashes of his tongue. My skin is coated in a fine mist of sweat, and my hair on my body bristles to attention.
Once my trembles lessen, he rolls over, keeping his big cock hilted in me during the process. The change of position means he can plunge into me deeper with every thrust he does.
When I lean back, my nails dig into his muscular thighs. I ride him hard and fast, overcome with chasing my next release. My speed is relentless and unforgiving. Although my pussy is swollen from our hours of sexual contact, my body is still hungry, craving, and needing more.
It wouldn’t matter how many orgasms ravished my body, the chase never ends when I’m with Isaac. I want to unravel him, to have him exposed and as open to me as I am to him. I want him raw.
“Eyes on me, Isabelle,” Isaac demands when the shiver of orgasm shudders my body.
Releasing my grip on his thighs, I lean toward him and entrap his mouth with mine. My kiss is selfish and starved like I haven’t tasted his mouth in months when it has only been mere minutes.
“Oh God,” I purr in a grunted moan along with, “I love you, Isaac.”
Upon hearing my declaration of love, Isaac’s eyes darken before the hotness of his seed coats the walls of my clenching sex. Even though he doesn’t return my words, his actions make my heart swell, and a violent climax shreds through me so hard and fast, my vision blurs.
A leisurely hot shower, more orgasms than I can count, and access to my endless supply of cosmetics have me walking out of my room with an extra spring in my step.
My mouth curves into a grin when I spot Isaac sitting in my living area. When I rented this apartment, I thought the living room was an adequate size, but having a man like Isaac sitting in it depreciates its size dramatically. It isn’t the room’s fault a man with an aura like Isaac’s suffocates the room, making it appear smaller than it truly is.
Seeing Isaac is on a call, I enter the kitchen and pour myself a freshly brewed cup from the coffee pot Isaac brewed earlier.
Isaac’s eyes lift to mine when I enter the living room. His gaze is stern, but it still causes a shiver of excitement to run through my body.
Not waiting for permission, I dump my phone and mug onto the coffee table, then straddle his lap. His conversation never falters, but his cock does stiffen. I feel sorry for whoever he’s talking to. His tone is clipped and furious, his surly mood bouncing off him in invisible waves.
Snubbing his dreary mood, I press kisses on his unshaven jawline. His skin smells fresh as if he’s recently showered, but his hair is dry, so I’m going to assume he’s been awake for a while longer than me.
“Good morning.” I tug his earlobe with my teeth.
His smirk makes me purr like a kitten. He glides his hand down my back until he cups my backside to give it a gentle squeeze. I return his flirty move by grinding my pussy against his thickened cock.
A thrill of anticipation rockets through my body when he hisses at my playful tease. Usually, his calm composure never falters, so I love that I can spark reactions from him, little flaws no one else has the privilege of seeing.
“I’ll call you back.”
Isaac disconnects his call, stealing his caller’s chance of a reply. Remaining quiet, his tired, withdrawn gaze studies my face.
“Are you okay?”
He considers my question before nodding. Although he nods, I can hear his brain ticking over, no doubt overrun with all the information he has jammed in there.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
He smirks a deliciously wicked smile that has my core clenching.
“Oh, no. I remember what happened the last time I arrived late to work. That’snothappening again.”
When I attempt to remove myself from his lap, Isaac seizes my wrist before I get two steps away from him. His hot, heated gaze absorbs my body before his eyes return to my face. His desire, his needs, his every want is projected from his beautiful eyes. A smile curves my mouth when I realize his every wish is me.
