27. SOUR DESIRE.

ANASTASIA’S POV His hands gripped my thighs with command, parting them once more. His voice cut through the haze. “Ana,” he growled, frustration and warning laced in every word. “I… wanna—I need to—” My words came out in broken gasps, and my body was trembling beneath him. Instinct took over, and my legs snapped shut again. A futile attempt to contain the overwhelming sensation. Isaac didn’t falter. He forced them apart, wider this time, his strength unyielding as he pinned them against my chest. “Anastasia,” he said, stern now with eyes burning into mine. A cry tore from my lips as the pressure built so sharply and consumed me. I took a deep breath and paused feeling it about to hit me. Oh god. It was here. I arched my back, my toes curling on his shoulders. “Shit, Isaac!” My body betrayed me, a sudden wave crashing through me, leaving me gasping for air. My pussy pulsed hard. My fingers flying to my mouth to bite down on the edge of my index finger, muffling the sound of my s