She didn’t move, she actually couldn’t.
Isaac’s eyes were locked on hers, steady, like he already knew what she was going to say before she did. Her breath hitched in her throat.
“W-what...” she started, voice barely audible but he was already moving.
He didn’t give her a chance to second-guess it, to hide, to fall back into her head. He leaned in, slow and certain, one hand brushing her hip while the other gripped behind her knee.
She gasped as he lifted her, easily, moving her across the bed. Her legs shifted, and before she could speak again, he had already sunk down in front of her, sliding her legs over his shoulders.
Her back hit the mattress.
“Mr Dun-” she said, eyes wide.
He looked up at her.
His hands held her thighs open, his grip firm but not rough, and he tilted his hea
