But Isaac… Isaac was treating my pleasure like it was the most important thing in the world.
“Isaac,” I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets as the pressure became almost unbearable. “Isaac, I’m going to—”
“Come,” he commanded. “Come for your prince, Bianca.”
And I did just that. My back arched off of the bed from the force of it, and when I went to cover my mouth with my hand, Isaac wrenched it away. My moans echoed through the room, bounced off the walls, the ceiling. I swore they even made the chandelier rattle. The servants would likely be gossiping about this tomorrow.
Before I could fully recover, Isaac slid a finger inside, curling it upward so that his fingertips instantly brushed the perfect spot. I was already so sensitive from the first time that I began to sh
