Enrico could see the discomfort etched across Isabella’s face as he moved slowly inside her. He watched her closely, noticing the way her eyes were tightly shut, her lips pressed together as if she was trying to hold back the pain.
He was not used to this kind of restraint, typically, he didn’t care about the feelings of others, especially when he was getting what he wanted. But with Isabella, it was different.
He paused for a moment, his thrusts slowing down, his expression softening just slightly. He reached up to cup her face with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly across her cheek. “Open your eyes, Isabella,” he commanded gently, his voice a low rumble.
She shook her head slightly, resisting his demand, her face a mix of pain and frustration. She didn’t want to look at him, didn
