ISABELLA'S POV.
Fucking him wasnt on the list, neither was spewing that nonsense I had spoken as he fitted his c**k into me.
But it worked anyway; he was stone cold asleep. I gulped as I trailed my line of sight from his eyes down to his jaw, his pecs… well carved abs and torso, I lingered a bit around the V shape beneath his belly toward the hips, and there it was…his c**k, naked for me to see and feel; even when soft, it wasn't in any way small.
Shrugging and shaking my head, I pulled away from Bed, grabbed some wet wipes to wipe off every trail of c*m on my body. I knew I needed a bath, but I had no time.
“Luca?” I called toward him slowly, waiting for him to flinch or groan or wake, but nothing.
I tapped him slowly again; nothing came, and a part of me felt twisted. He trusted me
