9. SOUR DESIRE.

ANASTASIA’S POV “Fuck… you look so good with my cock in your mouth, Snow.” The praise sent another rush of heat through me, pooling low, my thighs clenching as I moaned around him. The vibration made him jolt, his head tipping back briefly before he looked down at me again, lips parted, eyes dark. Isaac’s hand in my hair tightened, tugging my head back just enough so he could slide deeper down my throat. His cock stretched me, filling me so fully I had to breathe through my nose, drool already slipping from the corner of my mouth. “Good girl,” he rasped, his hips shifting forward in a slow, steady thrust. He pulled back, only to push in again, the motion deliberate, making me feel every inch of him. My lips stretched around his thickness, my throat burning, but the heat in his voice made it worth it. “Relax for me, Snow,” he murmured, stroking my cheek with his thumb as if mocking the tenderness in the brutal act. He started with a rhythm at first slow and deep thrusts that had