Isabella’s POV
His touch upon my heart was tender amidst our shared ecstasy as more and more tears gathered in my eyes in the darkness of the room. Though his touch showed his love, his desire, his pleasure I wanted to hear him say it.
“...Master, do you... enjoy kissing me? Do you like having me?”
My breath was ragged, my chest rising and falling in irregular patterns, yet his palm remained steady on my chest so did his thrust and his c**k on my G-spot driving me to unimaginable lengths of pleasure till it felt too good to scream. I just was enjoying it. Silently.
“I enjoy kissing you,” I murmured, my voice low and silky. “I enjoy it very much.”
“I like when you hold my neck,” I continued, my words eager and urgent, “when you press against my body, when you’re inside me. I like how
