The way he looked at me was crazy, possessive, and like he was about to tear right through his skin. That’s about how I felt right now, like I couldn’t breathe unless I reminded myself to. But I also thought he might be nervous, maybe thinking I only wanted this because of what was going on. Yes, this was pretty sudden after just saying what we’d said to each other, but this moment seemed perfect, and I didn’t want anything to fuck it up, not even worry that I didn’t want this. “I want this. I want you,” I said again with more strength. I needed him to know that without a doubt, this was what I wanted. He made this low sound deep within his chest, something akin to a growl, and then he was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth at my neck. He shifted slightly and I felt his erection digging into my belly: a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was wet, obscenely so, and I knew that before I finally felt him deep in me, I’d only be more soaked. “Show me where you want me to touch you, Isabel,”
