Chapter 34 #2
Isaac cradles my face in his hands. “You make me want to be a better man. You have made me feel more alive in the last few weeks than I have my entire life. You are the only thing in my life that has ever been worth saving and I would be proud to call you my wife someday... I love you, Mi Vida. And nothing can, or will, ever change that.”
I stare at him. Searching for something, anything, that tells me he doesn’t mean it. But Isaac doesn’t take it back. He just stands there like it’s the most certain thing he’s ever said.
My pulse stutters.
He loves me. After knowing everything, he is still choosing me. And if I’m being honest with myself…
I love him too.
Grabbing his towel, I remove it from his waist and let it drop. Isaac’s eyes stay locked onto mine, heated and wary. Like he’s still waiting for me to pull back.
My fingers brush against his skin, trailing down the defined V along his hips and teasing above his cock. His breath catches and his eyes close. I watch as his body responds to my touch, even as he holds himself still for me.
“Do you really mean it?” I whisper.
The question hangs in the air. I have to know if he truly loves me, or if he just feels sorry for me at this moment.
His hand lifts slowly and then rests on the side of my head. He opens his eyes to look down at me. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” He murmurs.
I lean into his touch, more terrified than ever before.
Isaac has shown me what it’s like to feel truly loved. To not be ashamed of my past anymore. And that I don’t need to let my past define who I am today. He has shown me that I get to be the one who decides that for myself.
But he’s still a killer. And while I may be in love with him, I have no idea how to navigate this world that he lives in. Oddly enough, not even that can stop how I am feeling.
“I love you too.” Saying the words I’ve been feeling since the moment I woke up to him in the hospital. It makes it real. There’s no running away from it now.
His eyes darken and the next thing I know, he’s carrying me out of the bathroom to the bed. Isaac rips my towel off and tosses it to the side. My back hits the mattress and I giggle.
It feels good to laugh after all the heavy shit I just unloaded on him moments ago.
Isaac crawls on top of me and straddles my hips. Placing a hand on either side of my head, he leans down close enough to kiss me but stops himself.
“Don’t fuck with me Serena. You can’t take it back.” He warns, his voice rough with restraint.
I run my hands up his back and into his hair. “I’m not taking anything back Isaac. I’m yours.”
Every ounce of control he was holding back snaps with those two words. His lips come crashing onto mine and he devours me, stealing the air from my lungs instantly.
It’s desperate and consuming, like he’s pouring every ounce of himself into the kiss. Heat floods my chest as his mouth moves against mine. One moment he is rough, and then unbearably tender the next second.
Tangling his hand into my hair, a soft sound escapes from me when he tilts my head back and deepens the kiss. The weight of his body sends warmth tingling throughout every inch of my body. Feeling more than desire.
Isaac makes me feel safe, loved, wanted.
He pulls back, leaving my lips feeling bruised and swollen. The intensity in his eyes making me shiver. His knees move between mine, spreading them apart, exposing myself to him. Lifting my right leg by the knee, he places it over his shoulder.
“If it takes me the rest of my life, I am going to erase every memory that asshole left on your body.” His forehead presses against mine.
“Starting right now, the only hands you will remember touching you are mine. The only mouth that will be claiming you, is mine. You belong to me now Mi Vida. Now and forever.”
“Please.” I moan into this ear, clutching him tighter.
Isaac hesitates, his hand slides into my hair while his other braces beside my head. “You’re still healing…”
I reach between us and grab his hard cock, placing it at the entrance of my pussy. Showing him that I want this.
His eyes search mine carefully, like he’s terrified to hurt me. “Fuck that. I need this, Isaac. I need you.” My fingers trace his broad shoulders, down his muscled back.
His eyes close briefly. “You have no idea how hard it’s going to be for me to be gentle with you right now Preciosa.” He mutters against my lips.
Placing my hand on the side of his face, he lifts his gaze to mine. “So don’t be.” I don’t care that I’m still healing. I know my body, and right now, I would rather deal with the pain of him hurting me than deal with the pain of him not fucking me.
Isaac releases a loud exhale through his nose and thrusts inside me. A broken moan escapes me. No matter how many times we’ve done this, I still can’t fully prepare myself for the sheer size of him. The way his cock fills me so completely.
Isaac hisses in a breath. “Fuuuuck baby.” He grits out, his hand tightening on my hips. “You’re already so wet for me.” His pace quickens and I wrap my other leg around his waist, the angle forcing him to go deeper than before.
My nails dig into his back as I try and relax around him. Every inch of my burning and aching for more of him, in the most intoxicating way.
“You take my cock so well.” His voice rough with desire. Isaac pauses for a second, his body visibility strains with restraint. “Are you okay?” His thumb brushes over my cheek.
I nod immediately, and arch my back. Desperate for more of him. “Don’t stop.”
Something dark and possessive flashes in his eyes before I feel his fingers wrapping around my neck, digging into either side. I would moan if I was able to.
Dizziness begins to take over, and my eyes are heavy from the lack of oxygen. Blood rushes to my ears as my vision is peppered with black dots, my eyelids falling shut. It feels like I’m floating, and the pain from him choking me mixed with the pleasure, makes it even more intense.
For the first time in my life, being wanted doesn’t feel dirty. With Isaac's cock buried deep inside me, I don’t feel ruined. I feel cherished. Protected.
Loved so fiercely, that it nearly breaks me.
My pussy clenches around him and I come all over his dick, my orgasm ripping through my body. He releases my throat right before I pass out, flooding my body with euphoria and dragging my climax out.
Isaac grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach. I wince from pain and he stills. My wet hair sticks to my face, and I suck in a breath that causes me to cough. “I’m okay. I’m okay. Please, don’t stop.” My voice hoarse and laced with desperation.
He pushes my legs up, sticking my ass in the air and runs his fingers from my wet pussy upward, circling a finger around my hole. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Mi Vida.” Isaac pushes a finger inside me, and then two. Stretching me. It burns and stings, but I don’t fight it.
He removes his fingers and then I feel the tip of his dick at the entrance. My body tenses thinking about how much bigger he is than the vibrator he used on me before.
“Relax Preciosa. Take me like a good girl.” Isaac massages my ass cheeks with his hands.
I suck in a deep breath and relax my body as much as I can. His erection teasing my entrance, I wiggle my ass and signal to him that I’m ready.
Isaac eases into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his cock stretching me. My body tries to resist, but he pushes through anyway. The initial burn is intense, almost too much, and I fight the urge to tense against him. Sweat coats my body, my fingers twisting into the sheets beneath me.
“Breathe Serena.” Isaac’s voice is commanding and steady.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he told me. Exhaling shakily, I force myself to relax against him. The sharp edge of discomfort slowly fading, melting into an aching fullness that makes my head spin.
“That’s my girl.” Isaac murmurs against my shoulder.
Once my body fully relaxes around him, his pace begins moving faster and deeper. Each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.