Chapter 10
Isabella’s POV
His thrusts slowed until he pulled out, leaving me throbbing, aching for him. I blinked up at him, confused and needy. “Dominic…”
He smirked, kissed me rough, then trailed his lips lower, down my throat, chest, stomach. Every kiss was a tease, every drag of his tongue a promise. When he reached the edge of my thighs, he pushed them open, wide, spreading me like a meal he was about to devour.
“f**k, look at this wet little p***y,” he growled, eyes locked on me. “Dripping for me.”
Heat shot through me. I wanted to hide, but his stare held me in place. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, settling between them. The first hot lick of his tongue against my folds ripped a moan from my chest.
“Dominic—oh God—” I gasped, hips jerking.
He flattened his
