Isabella’s POV
His two thick fingers thrust deeper, curling mercilessly against that devastating spot inside my soaked cunt with every stroke.
The wet, obscene sounds of my slick were hidden only by the noise of the feast, but I could hear them. Gods, I could feel them. My walls clenched greedily around his invading fingers, fluttering and pulsing as fresh gushes of slick coated his hand and dripped down my trembling thighs.
His thumb never stopped its relentless circles over my swollen, aching bud—slow at first, then faster, firmer, pressing down with perfect, devastating pressure. Every precise stroke sent white-hot lightning racing up my spine. My hips jerked involuntarily against his hand, chasing more, always more.
A broken moan slipped from my lips before I could catch it.
I qu
