Chapter Twelve Isabella
My body trembles against Twizz’s firm, hard body.
“If you’re toying with me—” His warning comes with an unspoken threat.
Why do I get more turned on with every hint of danger that he displays?
“Just to be certain...” He runs his fingers over my panties covering my seam.
I exhale loudly, wanting him to stroke me beneath the thin material, needing to feel him inside me.
“Oh, yes.” A satisfied look crosses his face.
His blue eyes twinkle. “Your love cove is warm and dripping with desire.”
His words have me ready to drop to my knees and beg. Instead, with trembling hands, I work the buttons of his tattered shirt open, hoping he’ll get the hint and move things along. I swallow down the lump in my throat just before Twizz’s mouth slams against mine.
His lips, hard and demanding, part my own, allowing his tongue passage, as his fingers close around my nipple, slowly increasing the pressure until they pinch tight, and a rod of sensation, both pleasure and pain, shoots down my spine.
I whimper as he sweeps his tongue over mine, drowning out my cry. With his other arm wound around my waist, holding me tight against him, Twizz deepens the kiss. His cool vice-like fingers twist and pull at my other nipple.
I don’t realize I shift my hips against him, seeking deeper contact, until he shifts his leg between mine and his solid thigh presses against my crevice, pinning me against the wall, keeping me from seeking relief.
“Are you ready for me to steal your treasure?”
He drags his finger along the outer band of my panties, drawing closer to the source of my heat. He shifts the thin cloth to the side and rubs his finger along my seam. Every touch feels like a tease.
I can’t wait any longer. It’s time to take the situation into my hands and go at a faster pace.
He doesn’t seem to notice as I undo his belt and pants.
Not until I reach for his long, thick shaft poking out of the waistband of his underwear.
I drag my fingertips along the underside of his shaft. He freezes, then shivers at my touch.
“Twizz, stop teasing me. Help me satisfy this ache.”
He’s silent as he lifts me by the back of my thighs and heads toward the kitchen.
“I have no bed here. Nothing soft to lie you on.” He walks into the kitchen, carefully, as his pants slide down his legs. He sets me down in front of glass doors and proceeds to strip me of my disheveled clothing before doing the same with his.
I must be dreaming. He’s beautiful. Like a statue come to life. He turns on the lights out back to reveal a wonderland. There’s a large stone patio that leads to a freeform pool surrounded by lush landscaping, bushes, and flowers. A waterfall made of stone spills into the pool.
“Come.” He opens the door and takes my hand.
I hesitate. “You’re beautiful,” he says, looking me over with hunger in his rippling eyes.
Now I know that the unusual movement I see in his eyes is real and not a product of my imagination.
“I want to take you under the stars, in a way that is natural for me.” I nod and pad out onto the cool stone as he leads me to the pool.
I step into the cool water. The change in temperature against my overheated skin makes me shiver. Twizz wraps me in his arms and holds me against him, offering warmth. Soft light comes from inside the pool.
Twizz finds a place to sit in an alcove on the side of the pool that keeps most of his body under the water.
Without saying a word, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head to him.
He kisses me in a way that feels like he’s going to devour me.
As he does so, Twizz arranges me so that I’m straddling him.
I’m submerged up to the bottom of my breasts.
“I’ve imagined having you spread over me, but this is so much better.”
Twizz dips his head to my hard, pebbled breast and sucks it into his warm mouth while working his fingers between my folds. I expect him to work his fingers inside, but instead of feeling a finger, I’m met with the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Say yes,” he orders, even though there’s no question to say yes to.
Automatically, I do as I’m told. “Yes,” I say in a breathy voice, drunk on anticipation.
Just like that, my wait is over. Twizz plunges deep inside me, and I cry out in the night. Still sucking on my breast, he thrusts inside me. I throw my head back, suddenly unsure I can accommodate his size. Already I feel sore. As Twizz thrusts in and out, the pain eases and all I feel is pleasure.
Twizz presses his thumb on my clit and circles it, bringing me to a heightened state of arousal.
“Do you feel the magic of my wand? How it can find your spot and rub against it while it bounces you on my lap?” As he speaks, I feel like I’m a rocket soaring into space, every muscle tight with expectation.
“That’s right,” he hisses. “Squeeze my wand. Hug it tight and make it grow longer.” I’m so close.
I feel like I’m going to explode. “Moan for me. Scream my name.”
His mouth moves along my neck, his tongue moving over the spot just beneath my ear.
I hold Twizz’s shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard muscle as he pumps in and out of me with ferocity.
As I reach the apex of my arousal, just before I burst apart like a firework, I scream into the air as I bear down on him, my pussy throbbing around his cock.
Twizz sinks his teeth into the side of my neck as he twitches and spills his warm seed inside me.
The painful intensity of my orgasm passes quickly, but the pleasure is drawn out as he sucks on my neck.
I feel like my bones have melted and been replaced with jelly as the tension in my body disappears with every suckle of his mouth on my neck. It’s like he’s purifying my body, ridding it of any negative feeling I’ve ever experienced.
As I come down from whatever high Twizz has me on, I curl up on his lap, weak, tired, and completely sated. He holds me, resting his head against mine and speaking words that sound like they’re from another language.
After a few long moments of silence, Twizz plants a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect,” I answer with heavy eyelids. “I feel like I don’t have a care in the world.”
“That’s the effect of my mark on you.” He strokes my hair. “You gave yourself to me of your own free will, and with my mark to seal the deal, you are forever more mine.” He says, tracing the outline of my areola with his wet finger.
“We need to be more careful,” I say through a yawn. “Condoms, condoms, condoms,” I joke as I fight to stay awake.
“There won’t be any need for that if I did my job right.”
I’m pretty sure he means knocking me up, but I’m too tired to get into it, and honestly, I’ve never felt so calm and tranquil. I don’t want to give up this feeling so quickly.
“From here on out, I will see to your happiness and wellbeing. Physically. Financially. And emotionally. You are my gift,” he whispers, as I let sleep seduce me.
“My treasure. My life. Sleep beautiful, Isabella. You didn’t just help me find a house.
You helped me find my forever.” Forever.
The word repeats in my mind as if he keeps saying it.
“Yes,” I agree. “Forever.” He kisses my forehead as I drift off into the best sleep I’ve ever had.