Page 116 of Pride

“What are you doing?” she whispers softly.

A feral growl tears from my throat as I yank her against me, gripping her other hand tightly. Our mouths crash together and my worries are forgotten in a raging fire of desire. Every thought, every impulse coalesced into one single urge—to be closer to her in body and soul.

The heat between us rises higher as I lift her in my arms, carrying her over to the kitchen island and placing her on the edge. “I need you,” I murmur against her lips.

She gasps softly as I move the hem of her skirt up to her hips and look down at her perfect cunt, entirely bare for me.

“No knickers?” I ask.

She shrugs. “You destroy so many pairs. Why bother wearing them?”

A small smile curves my lips at the thought that she’s constantly anticipating our next encounter when she dresses herself for the day.

Softly, I kiss her lips, exploring them leisurely. Her warm mouth returns my kiss with a passion that hasn’t been there before—as if now she truly understands me. We are like two pieces of a puzzle that finally fit together.

Ripping agony twists in my chest as I helplessly struggle to find words that can adequately communicate the tumult of emotions raging within me. Our lips touch, and I’m overwhelmed by a feverish desire, pushing my shattered pieces forward into her welcoming embrace. In this moment, I’m sure she’s the only one who can mend my broken heart and quell the fire of rage burning in my soul. I’ve been endlessly careening down an abyss of self loathing for too long—but now I have someone to grab me and haul me from the darkness.

I begin to undress Bella, not wanting any fabric between us. Bella tears off my tie and chucks it aside, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it apart. Then her hands move over every inch of my chest, skating over the two tattoos. Her brow furrows as she traces the oak tree on my left pectoral. “This is the tree, isn’t it? Where Aiden is buried?”

I swallow hard. I wanted a tattoo to remember him by, but I couldn’t have anything obvious. Nodding, I capture her lips, not wanting to talk anymore. All I want to do is drown in my love for her and never face reality again. She makes me feel alive, a sensation I haven’t felt for fifteen years.

And then I drop my trousers and briefs to the floor, positioning myself between her thighs and gazing at her soaking wet pussy, glistening with her arousal. She moans as I slide the head of my hard cock through her soaking wet entrance, eyes alight with a desire that almost undoes me entirely. “Fuck me, Isiah,” she murmurs.

Hearing her say those words is like throwing petrol on a fire as I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in her and fulfilling her wish.

Bella’s back arches as the most spine-tingling moan escapes her and she grips onto my shoulders, drawing me desperately closer to her. Every touch sends a spark of pleasure radiating throughout my entire body like a burning flame. Grabbing her hips, I impale her over and over, slamming my hips forward in desperation to get deeper than ever inside her. The need to make her understand just how much I love her drives me as I capture her lips again, swallowing her moans of pleasure.

My teeth graze against the juncture between her neck and shoulder as I kiss my way slowly up to her mouth, holding my cock deep inside her.

“Please, Isiah,” she breathes, her blue eyes piercing mine. “I need you to fuck me.”

I cup her breasts in my hands, gently playing with her nipples and watching the way her lips part sensually. “Is that right, love?” I ask, continuing to tease her with my teeth, lips, and fingers.

“Please,” she gasps.

I kiss her then, moving my hips slowly, making her feel every inch as I slide in and out at a torturous pace.

“Isiah,” she breathes my name in a plea, wanting more.

I stop and raise my brow, looking into her eyes. “What?”

“Stop messing around and fuck me.”

I smirk. “You have such a filthy mouth lately. Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you.”

Her cheeks turn a deep red as she swallows hard. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

I groan, thrusting hard and deep, her tight pussy gripping me hard. Leaning forward, I continue to fuck her and whisper in her ear, “I can’t deny you anything.” I move back and gaze down at where our bodies connect. “Watch my cock disappearing inside you,” I order.

She does as she’s told, eyes dipping to look between us as I thrust into her, her lips pursing together as the heat in her eyes blaze brighter.

“Doesn’t it look so fucking good?” I ask.

She nods, eyes finding mine. “It looks good and feels good. I want you to fuck me like this forever.”

I growl then, overcome by the emotions and desire raging in my veins as I lift her off the counter and spin her around, molding my chest to her naked back. Her firm buttocks pressed against my raging erection. “Careful, love, the way you’re talking is making me want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours and see how fast you come. As I know how much of an anal slut you are.” I grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her back to arch more. “My anal slut.”

“Do it,” she breathes.

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