ISABELLA
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Nick is everything.
It’s not just that he’s so deep inside me, I can feel his cock in my chest. It’s simply Nick, and everything that makes him who he is.
I keep my hand on his face as he slowly draws every single inch of his cock from me until barely the tip remains, directing him to meet my gaze. Although, if I’m honest, it doesn’t take much.
He wants to belong to me just as I want to belong to him.
He lingers for just a second, ice-blue eyes cataloguing my face. Reading my needs as only he knows how.
He thrusts back inside, hitting a spot I was never able to reach on my own, coaxing a desperate keen from my throat. No one else had ever been able to find it, although I’m not sure they tried.
“That’s it, Isabella.” His voice trembles as if he’s just as overwhelmed. “Take it. Take this cock like you were made for it.”
I want to. I want to take everything he has to give me.
I cling to him with each wave of our bodies coming together, each moment of unbridled passion. I’m quickly becoming addicted to the feel of his body, the way we fit together.
Sex has never been like this. Sex will never be like this with anyone other than him.
His hand hitches underneath my thigh, lifting my lower half so he can get that much deeper. Sweat glistens on his brow, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
With every thrust, it gets harder and harder to keep my eyes open, to not surrender fully to the pleasure. But I want to watch him.
I want to see this man as he comes undone because of me.
His thumb presses against my clit, and it’s almost too much. “Nick, I’m getting…so close. So close.”
“Me, too,” he huffs, muscles working hard. “I can’t get enough of this. Of how good you are. You’re so fucking good.”
“Please.” I squeeze my inner muscles as hard as I can, delighting in the moan he makes in reply. “Please, Nick.”
I don’t beg, but for this? For this I plead.
“Together,” is his only response.
He’s not able to retreat as far anymore. The swelling at his base grows, and soon I’m feeling so stuffed I want to scream.
But it’s good. It works. It’s everything.
He leans down as much as he can. “Feel that, petite copine? That’s my knot. I’m popping a knot because of you, because of how fucking stunning you are spread out on my sheets. I'll never be able to sleep in here again without smelling you. Without being able to taste your cum on my tongue.”
And that’s it. Stars burst behind my eyes as I explode like a firework beneath him.
I can vaguely hear him praising me, moaning, and finally filling me with his release. It’s decadent and sinful, and I can barely breathe as the waves of pleasure slowly ebb.
He slowly lowers my leg, maneuvering us until he’s lying down and I’m sprawled out on top of him, still connected by his knot.
His breaths saw out of him unevenly as he presses gentle kisses to my hair, breathing deep. Neither of us says anything, but I’m okay with that.
There aren’t any words needed. I don’t know if any words exist to describe what we just shared. And for once in my life, I don’t need reassurance.
I know in my heart that Nick and I are okay.
Well, better than okay, considering we just had the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I squeeze a little on his knot just to hear his sharp intake of breath.
“Woman, let me recover.” He squeezes his arms around me. “Then you can ravish me again.”
I chuckle, the sound drawing another groan from him. “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. Shall I just lie here perfectly still?”
He gently guides my cheek so we’re able to make eye contact. “You can do whatever you want, and I’ll love every second of it.”
Despite being naked on top of him with his cock locked inside me, I can still feel the heat of a blush traveling up my cheeks at his sincerity.
His vulnerability.
“This is real,” I say, not needing to ask.
His smile is fond and caring. I dare say it is loving. “Izzy, you and I are the realest damn thing in my entire world.”
“Good.” I snuggle into his chest, feeling lighter than a feather.
His fingers slide through my hair, caressing and massaging me until I’m almost dozing. Minutes pass as we lie in contented silence together, absorbing the moment.
I’ve never been in love before. I’ve had crushes, infatuations, lustful thoughts... but never love. And for the first time in my life, I think I could fall.
Which means I’ll have a very real choice ahead of me once the event is done. Do I stay here with him, or do I leave? Do I take a chance and upend my entire life, or go back to a place that doesn’t feel like home?
After a few more minutes, the pressure of his knot fades, and I wiggle my hips to test it.
“Do that again and you’re going to be stuck in this bed for longer,” he rumbles. I sit up on his lap, allowing his soft cock to slip from my body.
He lies against the pillows with his eyes closed, thoroughly at peace. There’s no tension in his shoulders or his brow.
He cracks open one eye. “I can feel you staring at me, Izzy.”
I shrug my shoulders, drawing his gaze to my chest. “Maybe I enjoy looking at you, Nick.”
In a moment, I’m on my back and he looms over me like a predator ready to strike. “I’m a lucky wolf. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He picks me up bridal style and sets me on the bathroom counter. I was too focused on Nick when we came into his bedroom to really take stock, but now that he’s turning on the shower, my eyes jump around the room.
It’s like the rest of his house. Every single fixture is personally crafted and updated, but there isn’t a lot of warmth, like he was waiting for his puzzle piece to come in and finish all the hard work.
I wiggle a little on the cold marble counter. “I’m making a mess.”
His cum slides down my thighs in a way that absolutely shouldn’t send a frisson of heat through my chest. But it does. I like knowing I’m full of him.
He finishes checking the water in his rainfall shower and turns to me. “The shower’s ready, or would you rather I clean you with my tongue instead?”