ISABELLA’S POV
I couldn’t feel my legs.
They trembled helplessly, a waterfall of aftershocks rippling through me, my entire body slick with sweat and arousal. I lay sprawled across Sebastian’s bed, my thighs spread wide, twitching with every heartbeat. My breath came in ragged gasps. My n*****s were still hard from the way he’d sucked and bit them. My p***y—God, my p***y was ruined. My folds throbbed from his relentless mouth, and I could still feel the ghost of his tongue flicking my clit, the way he’d held me down like I was his personal feast.
But this wasn’t over.
Not even close.
Sebastian hovered above me now, watching me with hungry eyes. His lips glistened with my wetness, the same lips that had dragged scream after scream from my throat. His chest heaved, his muscles taut, c**
