Isabel’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it might rip through her chest.
Isaac hovered over her, his breath fanning her face. His eyes were locked on hers, dark and heavy with hunger. The kind of hunger that made her stomach twist and heat pool deep in her core.
“Say it again,” he whispered, voice low, brushing her hair back. His fingers grazed her temple, down to her cheek.
Her throat was dry. She licked her lips, her voice barely a breath, “f**k me, Isaac.”
That was all it took.
He crashed his mouth onto hers, hot, desperate. His hand gripped the back of her neck as his tongue swept into her mouth, taking control instantly. She gasped into the kiss, fingers clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer like she couldn’t bear even a centimeter of space between them.
“You have no
