62. ICY TOUCH

ISLA’S POV "You’re so fucking wet," he growled, his voice muffled as his lips moved to my other breast, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. His fingers teased me, sliding up and down, spreading my arousal as he explored every inch. And then, he slipped one finger inside me. I gasped, my head falling back as my body clenched around him. The stretch was just enough to make my breath hitch, my thighs trembling as his thumb brushed against my clit. "Isla," he muttered, his voice rough and filled with need. "You’re so wet, love." He added another finger, curling them just right, and my entire body jolted. My head fell back, hitting the cabinet behind me, but I didn’t care. "Ah! Remy!" I cried out, my hands gripping his shoulders as his fingers moved inside me, curling in just the right way to make my legs shake. His lips wrapped around my nipple again, sucking harder as his fingers thrust deeper, stretching me, teasing me, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn’t stop the mo