73. ICY TOUCH

ISLA’S POV. “Tell me,” he continued as he raised my dress higher, exposing me completely to him. The cool air against my bare skin made me shiver, my ass raised perfectly for him.  “Because I am yours,” I spat, the words tumbling out more forcefully than I intended, but I meant them.   A sharp slap landed on my ass, making me cry out in surprise, my body jolting from the impact. Heat bloomed across my skin where his hand had connected, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper.   The sound of his zipper being dragged down made my head whip around, my eyes wide as I looked back at him.   “Tell me more, princess,” he murmured, his tone dark and teasing, but the sound of his zipper was like a tease of what was to come, and that sent a flood of heat pooling between my thighs.   The anticipation was unbearable. My body ached for him, my walls clenching with need even before he touched me. Then, I felt his cock grazing my slick folds, the heat of him sending a jolt of electricity through my