Page 23 of Isla

Our lips touched and shivers roared down my spine, my body felt electric as power surged through me. He slid his tongue between my lips and into my mouth. While I emitted a soft moan.

He groaned, and the sound was erotic, and he was already hard as he laid on top of me. He stopped and his eyes locked on mine again, his tongue licking along my lips, before he probed deeper and kissed me harder. His hand covered the back of my head, dragging me closer, our lips fused until I gasped.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and opened my legs a little to give some relief to his stiff cock to stop it from rubbing against my mound.

“It’s been like that since I saw you,” he murmured against my lips. “And now it’s worse. Now I can smell you, and now I’ve tasted you. I want more.”

His mouth crashed against mine again. He was letting me know the effect I had on him, but I was soaked; it wasn’t only him feeling the effect as his delicious weight held me underneath him and our tongues tangled and danced together for what seemed like an eternity, and I loved it.

When we finally broke apart to look at each other, his eyes were so dark and he was out of breath. One side of his mouth curved up in a smile.

“Do you want to take this further?” he asked. His gaze penetrated mine, like he couldn’t stop staring at me. As he waited for an answer.

I liked he asked me. Normally alphas were demanding, but this one was asking. He noticed my hesitation and smiled before kissing me again. And then he pulled away and gazed at me. “Maybe we shouldn’t have sex until we’re married.”

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