8 SOUR DESIRE.

ISAAC’S POV I broke the kiss just long enough to pant against her neck, my voice low and hoarse, “You drive me fucking insane.” And then I drove into her again, deeper, faster, unable to stop now that I’d tasted what it felt like to lose myself inside her. Her body clamped down on me tighter with every thrust, her moans turning higher, more frantic, until they weren’t even words anymore just sounds, raw and helpless. I braced my hand against the mattress and drove into her, faster now, deeper, her breasts bouncing against my chest as her head tipped back, her mouth falling open. “Isaac—” she gasped, but the way her voice cracked told me she was too far gone to form a plea. I fucked her harder, each stroke wringing another desperate cry from her, until she was clawing at me, trembling, her thighs shaking as I held them wide open. Her moans broke into sharp little screams as her body arched beneath me, her pussy clenching down so tight around me I nearly lost myself right there.