15. SOUR DESIRE

ISAAC’S POV But my mind… my mind knew exactly how dangerous this was, but I was damned hungry for that sweet, pink pussy staring right at me. I was already on the edge of breaking when she shifted again. My eyes snapped open just as her hand began to move so slowly and searching. Her fingers slipped beneath the buttons of the shirt I’d put her in, fumbling until they gave way. The fabric fell loose around her, baring her soft breasts. “Snow… What are you doing?” My voice cracked warningly, but it seemed like she didn’t hear me. Her hand cupped herself, squeezing, her thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbled hard under her touch. A soft moan spilt from her lips, throaty and needy, the sound striking straight through me. I breathed heavily as my cock twitched painfully against my sweats. Her other hand slid down between her thighs, parting herself shamelessly, showing me everything. She rubbed slow, lazy circles over her clit before slipping a finger inside. My throat bur