70. ICY TOUCH

ISLA’S POV “You’re such a spoiled little brat,” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Always so entitled. Who would’ve thought you’d end up begging for my cock?” “Remy, please,” I whimpered, my voice muffled as I buried my face into the sheets. “I’m begging. Just... Please fuck me.” He leaned forward, his hard cock pressing against my ass, and I felt him spread me open with his hands. The heat of him was unbearable, teasing and taunting as his length slid between my folds just gliding against me. “Tell me you’re mine, Isla,” he growled, his lips brushing against the back of my neck. “I’m yours,” I whimpered, my voice trembling as I squirmed beneath him, desperate for him to take me. “Please, I’m yours!” He groaned and his breath was heavy as he pulled back slightly to spread my legs wider. My body was on fire, every nerve electrified as I felt his cock brush against my entrance, so close but not close enough. “Please, Remy,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Oh, God,” he muttered,