Page 35 of Until You (Forgive Me)

Isabella clutched at his head, drawing him closer as he lavished attention on first one, then her second breast. Christian made his way lower, trailing kisses over her stomach, his fingers pulling her dress down over her hips and dropping it to the ground until she stood in front of him in only her tiny lace thong.

Christian looked up at her, his eyes reflecting the passion Isabella herself felt. He locked their gazes before leaning forward and dropping a kiss on her panties. He held her gaze as his hand travelled up the inside of her thigh in sweeping circles, moving closer, then further away from her pulsating centre. Isabella bit her lip hard as she felt his finger reach the edge of her thong, teasing. Christian’s eyes twinkled as his finger swept under the lacey material, causing her hips to buck.

He moved his head forward, his finger pulling her thong to one side, his mouth fastening onto her most private place. Isabella let out a shuddering breath and watched as Christian closed his eyes. The sensation of his tongue, lips, and teeth devouring her, sent her arousal spiralling out of control. With minimal warning, her orgasm slammed into her, making her knees buckle. What was this man doing to her? He had scarcely touched her, yet she was putty in his hands.

Christian caught her, sweeping her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed before stripping off his clothes. Isabella looked on, taking in the beauty of the man before her. He had the body of a god, and he was clearly comfortable in his own skin. Isabella pulled herself up, crawling to the edge of the bed, as Christian stepped forward, his arms encircling her.

“You are so beautiful when you come,” he said, dropping a kiss on the end of her nose. “I’ve been looking forward to getting my hands on you all day.”

“Only all day?” Isabella teased.

“More like the past five months. One night was definitely not enough.”

Isabella’s heart clenched, her throat tightening. How was she supposed to deal with statements like that? She slid her hands up his chest to grip the base of his head, drawing his lips to hers. Their kiss became desperate as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Isabella sank back onto the bed, pulling Christian down with her, wrapping her legs around his waist and feeling his erection hard against her stomach. She whimpered against his mouth as his body connected with her centre. She was drowning in a sea of ecstasy, her body on fire with need.

Christian leaned over and grabbed the strip of condoms he’d thrown on the bed during his striptease. Sheathing himself, he pushed forward, his body entering hers in one thrust. Isabella’s body arched, as it stretched to accommodate him in the most delicious way. Christian gave out a low, guttural moan as he seated himself inside her body. He pulled back his head, resting his weight on his forearms, and stared down into Isabella’s face. Looking up, she was mesmerised by the flood of emotions she saw in his eyes. Isabella raised a hand and ran it down his cheek and over his full lips.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, gently tilting her hips, driving him deeper.

Christian’s eyes fluttered closed, a look of agony passing over his face. Dropping his head to her neck, Christian suckled, sending shivers of desire south, her body clenching around his. Isabella moved her hips off the bed, causing Christian to pull out slowly before driving back in. Isabella bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. This was pure torture. She needed more.

“Hold on,” Christian said, his lips crashing down on hers, his body taking over, withdrawing before plunging back in, over and over.

When she thought the pleasure could not get any higher, his hand moved between them, finding her hidden ball of nerves, sending her once again crashing into the abyss. Christian froze as Isabella contracted around him, his own body jerking as he too found release.

Christian rolled off Isabella, disposing of the condom before returning to the bed and pulling her into his arms. Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he nestled her against his side.

“I didn’t think that could live up to the memory,” Christian said, kissing her hair.

Isabella snuggled deeper. Christian was a cuddler, and she loved it. Her hand drew lazy circles on his chest as she turned and kissed the skin above his heart.

“You’re very good,” Isabella said, not wanting to lie.

The man had just wrung multiple orgasms out of her in under an hour. She chose not to think about how he’d got so experienced. She’d just count herself lucky. Her two orgasms had drained her, but in his arms, she felt safe and wanted.

Christian squeezed her but said nothing. She realised he must be exhausted.

“Sleep,” she muttered, closing her eyes. “We have all weekend.”

Chapter Sixteen

Christian

Christian awoke feeling more relaxed and refreshed than he had in years. He hadn’t slept this well... since he’d last been here. They’d made love multiple times during the night. His body seemed to crave her, it was not something he recognised in himself. He was usually more of a give and take, a thank you for a lovely evening, kind of guy. Not that any of his partners complained. Many were friends who understood the rules.

Isabella was different. Was it because he was in this magical place? Nine thousand miles from his reality. Was that why he could let himself go? Or was it more than that?

He enjoyed the time they spent together. She was interesting. She listened, and when he said that, he meant she really listened. She teased him about his life and his money. Isabella had enough of her own. Her father had been a successful businessman before his untimely death. Their parents had been friends. His wealth meant nothing to her, and he found that refreshing. He could be himself. He could be Christian, not Christian, the CEO of Dupree Group or Christian the billionaire.

He sat up when he realised the bed next to him was empty.

Where was she? It was then he heard humming coming from the main area.

Christian grabbed his boxer shorts from the floor, pulling them on, before heading into the sitting area.

He stopped as he watched Isabella in the tiny kitchen, studying the coffee machine, her brows pinched in frustration. His eyes took in her body. She was wearing his t-shirt from the night before, her smooth, endless legs on display.

He stepped forward and moved behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, his palms flat on her stomach.

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