Chapter 5
Isabella’s POV
His fingers skimmed along my collarbone, the pad of his thumb brushing the line of my jaw before trailing down the slope of my breasts.
The first brush over my n****e was a ghost, barely there. I shivered, gasped, but he only smirked and leaned in. The second touch was hungrier. His mouth closed over the peak, his tongue circling, flicking until it tightened under his lips. Then came the scrape of teeth—sharp enough to sting, soft enough to leave me aching for more.
Heat rippled through me, a molten line that sank straight down to my cunt. My back arched off the wall, seeking him, needing him.
“Say my name when you want more,” he rasped against my breast, his voice rough velvet, filthy and commanding. That demand coiled around me like rope, tightening.
