Isabella’s POV
I was breathing hard, standing still despite the sharp ache mingling with an unexpected rush of pleasure that sent a shiver through my core as he pulled my hair harder, leaving me moist and needy from my hair to my feet. Most of the pressure was on my c**t begging for his attention and desire.
His gaze bore into me, a scrutinizing weight that seemed to dissect every inch of my being.
I couldn’t help but hold my breath as his gaze drew nearer as if he was peering not just at me but through me, unraveling layers I hadn’t known existed. Though I couldn’t see his eyes directly, their intensity seemed to penetrate my defenses and ignite a fire within.
“This is overwhelming,” I thought, unable to control the flood of desire coursing through me. It wasn’t just physical; his ga
