ISABELLA’S POV
My legs wobbled as I stood in my basement room, the damp air clinging to my skin, the faint hum of the flickering bulb above a stark reminder of my reality. Sebastian had just vanished through the portal door, his warm hand slipping from mine, leaving me alone in the dim, cramped space I called home. My body ached, my thighs trembling, my core sore from last night’s marathon with him—his lips on mine, his teeth grazing my skin, his touch igniting me until I’d lost myself in him.
It wasn’t like the first time, clouded by alcohol’s haze; but this was raw, deliberate, a fire that burned through me, leaving my legs unsteady, my breath shallow. I’d ridden him, taken control, my hands gripping his shoulders, his growls spurring me on, and now I could barely stand, my body betra
