Zander’s POV
I still can’t believe that Isabella is mine. She’s my person, and I want to hold on to her forever. I love how Isabella reacts to my touch as if she needs and craves it. I feel the same when she touches me. I towel-dried Isabella, then lifted her and carried her to the bed. I’m so desperate to crawl between her legs and feast on her. I laid her down right in the middle of the rose petal heart. The smell of roses lingers in the air, and Isabella breathes deeply.
I crawl up between Isabella’s legs, kissing and licking her thighs as I move. I look up into her face, and she looks so ethereal — my own goddess from on high to love and pleasure.
My hot breath on her slick p*ssy made Isabella shiver. “I love how you get so wet for me, Izzy,” I growled as my tongue swiped across he
