Wysteria POV
The icy touches felt like an ice cube strolling on my skin, shivering me to the bones with burning desire.
Isaac's kisses were soft and mindful, ungreedy like he was before.
My mind was clouded with his cherry scent, blocking the rationality I hold strongly with the ongoing pleasure igniting my core.
"Lift your arm,"
Isaac nibbled in my ear, unzipping my dress and locked my arm above my head. His touch trailed on the exposed skin, drawing to the bottom line and burying along the fine line.
"I s a a c…"
"Sshhhh…" The dress was torn down and fell onto the floor, leaving me bare with the collision of heat and cold.
The touches shoved up and down, lowering to my wet core.
A yelp escaped my lips when coldness teased my c**t, and another ravaged my mouth like a hungr
