Page 34 of Isla

I placed one foot on the floor of the car, opening my thighs, and his fingers stroked up the inside of my thigh until he reached the edge of my lace underwear. I closed my eyes and moaned as his thumb stroked over my lace covered clit. The pad of his digit circling over the nub, the friction causing me to bite back a moan. For an alpha, he was exquisitely gentle, as if he was slowly etching me to his memory.

His purr deepened against my neck, his tongue licking over my skin as my slick built up, desperate for the intrusion of his fingers.

But he picked me up and sat me on the seat beside him and I wanted to cry out for him to touch me, to continue.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, thank god. He leaned lower and dropped his head to my sex, inhaling my perfume, closing his eyes as little growls emitted from him. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

“So fucking addictive.” He looked up at me while still on his knees on the floor of the limo, and I couldn’t believe he was doing this. We were so close to the hotel now, we were going to be caught. Maybe the driver would tell his boss.

But I didn't stop him, I wanted this and Harrison had a filthy look in his eye, like he knew he was about to ruin me for all men afterwards. He grinned and before I knew it, his head was between my thighs again, sniffing me like a wild animal, like he was etching my perfume on his brain.

Why was this feeling so much more than how it started?

His fingers hooked the top of my panties and he dragged them down my thighs, slipping them into his pocket.

“These are mine now.” He pressed his face into my centre again, and his deep inhale was the sound of a beast. “Fuck, this is mine.”

His words made me clench. I knew he was saying it for the effect and it was working. I was getting embarrassing wet as my slick built to obscene levels.

His large hands pushed at my knees and made me wider, so wide, letting him do it surprised me too, but I felt strangely powerful.

He paused, taking it all in for a moment, and I wondered if he had suddenly come to his senses.

God, we were crazy.

What on earth were we thinking getting married? I was sure we could get an annulment tomorrow.

“Are you okay?” I asked, almost too scared to hear the answer. Not if he wanted an annulment. That was stupid and I would do it in a heartbeat. But I wanted what was about to happen more than ever.

This was going to be a one-night, maybe a two-night stand, but it was one I desperately wanted.

“I’m almost too scared to start,” he said, his eyes staring back at me.

“Scared,” I whispered.

“I’m scared I won’t want to stop.”

“I’ll be in England soon,” I said. “I’ll be long forgotten. Don’t worry, I’m under no illusion that this will be anything other than fake.”

He growled, which made me smile. Let’s get this back on track.

And be glad there’s an ocean to keep us apart.

He flattened his palm against my leg, stroking his hand back and forth along the inside of my thigh.

“Harrison,” I whined. He was doing this on purpose, taking it deliberately slow, and I had been so bloody good until this point, and now there was no turning back.

“Isla,” he purred. “You have no patience.”

He circled his fingertips gently over the lips of my sex. But without further warning, his mouth latched onto my clit, eliciting a deep moan from me and then from him. Our eyes locked together as he slid a thick finger inside me and my back arched as he touched the soft spot inside me, my head dropping against the headrest behind me.

“Look at me,” he whispered, pressing his thumb against my clit.

Our eyes met again as another finger slid inside me and my body instinctively clenched around them.

Harrison hissed as he slowly took his fingers out, and then slid them back inside me and my arousal was building. The sounds of my slick and my moans filled the back of the car.

“Oh God,” I whispered. He didn’t stop, he kept pumping me with his fingers.

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