28. SOUR DESIRE.

ISAAC’S POV I shifted, rolling her over so that she was chest-down on the mattress, her curves pressed against me, skin slick and warm under my hands. My cock pressed against her again, hard and throbbing even though I just came, and I could feel her pulse matching mine, every tremble of her body sending sparks through me. “Relax, sweetheart. I would be gentle,” I muttered, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back gently, tilting it toward me. I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers, and when our mouths met. I kissed her like I wanted to memorise every inch of her mouth, tongue sliding against hers, teeth grazing softly, the taste of her driving me insane. Her moans pressed into me, muffled but needy, and I groaned against her lips, losing myself in the heat of her. One hand left her hair, sliding down to grip her waist, fingers splaying as I pressed her back against my cock. I moved her slowly, grinding her pussy against me, the friction driving us both wild. She moaned