"It's not as bad as you believe it to be, Isa. I'll show you," he murmured, voice low and steady. "You just have to tell me when to stop. You say no… and I will."
She felt it, the change in him. His body tensed. Energy stirred in the air between them. He lifted above her and pressed his mouth to her jaw, trailing down to her throat.
Tell him to stop. The part of her that was afraid whispered to her.
But her lips wouldn't form the words. Her body ached with confusion and longing. He kissed her skin with reverence and hunger. His hands stroked her arms, down to her wrists.
She couldn't say no. Couldn't say anything.
His mouth moved over her face, her lips, her eyelids. He hovered above her, barely touching her, barely breathing. It was unbearable, this waiting. This sweet agony. And then he kissed her, slow and deep, until her hands moved on their own, cradling his face, pulling him closer.
He groaned and kissed her harder.
