Page 63 of Isabel and the Rogue

“No,” she whispered.

“Do you know what it means when a man is erect?”

Swallowing, Isabel nodded.

Sirius grasped the inside of her thighs and spread them wide. Wide enough to fit his hips between them. Gripping his thick flesh, he pumped it once, twice, before cocking a brow. “It means the man is aroused. Eager to copulate.”

Isabel trembled, her body pulsing at his words.

“It means the man wants to fuck.” Leaning down, Sirius kissed her, sucking on her tongue until she whimpered. “May I fuck you, Isabel?”

A sob lodged in her throat, and Isabel could only nod.

“Are you sure?” he panted against her lips. “If we do this, there’s no turning back. There’s no returning what I’m about to take.”

Arching her back to grind against his swollen flesh, Isabel moaned. “There’s no taking when it’s freely given.”

With a stifled groan, Sirius captured her lips with his own.

Even while his mouth played a hypnotic melody over hers, Isabel was still aware enough to know when he ran a thumb along her seam, cutting off her gasp with a kiss. But instead of pulling his hand away in embarrassment or chagrin, Sirius hooked his other hand under her knee and spread her legs wide. Pulling back, he stared down into her eyes as he ran his member up and down her sensitive flesh. Isabel panted, her heart threatening to lurch out of her chest.

Sirius clenched his eyes closed, a harsh sound slipping from his lips. “Christ, I’m not even inside you and you already feel so good.”

Isabel grasped the seat back with one hand, the other clutched at his hip, and dug her heels into the cushion underneath her, anything to gain purchase. Anything to moor herself for the onslaught of sensations—pleasure—he was subjecting her to.

“Por favor,” she begged, tossing her head back as he finally notched his member at her opening.

“Look at me.”

Isabel dragged her gaze to meet his. Sirius looked down at her as if she were the sunrise after a long, dark night, and slowly pushed inside her. Gritting her teeth, she willed herself to relax. Not to shy away from the sting, the uncomfortable pressure and stretch she felt as his body made a home within hers. Instead, Isabel kept her gaze connected with his, the glimpses of pleasure in his blue eyes the salve she needed to withstand the discomfort.

When his hips eventually met hers, a breath shuddered from his chest, and Sirius dropped his head forward to press it to hers. “Are you all right?”

She jerked a nod. “Are you?”

Sirius hissed between his teeth as he slowly pulled his hips back, and then thrust them forward again, his gaze avid on her face. “You feel unbelievable.” He buried his nose in that hidden spot beneath her ear and inhaled deeply. “You’re unbelievable.”

Soul-deep bliss licked up her spine, and Isabel tentatively arched her back into his next thrust, sighing in delight. “This feels unbelievably good.”

He smiled down into her eyes then, grasping her hips as his next stroke surged deeper. “Oh, sunshine, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

And Sirius set out to do just that. Every movement of his powerful body elicited starbursts of euphoria that whited out her sight and stole the breath from her lungs. The only thing that seemed to exist was the ecstasy he coaxed from her with each stroke of his hips, for how could life possibly exist outside this moment? How would she ever be able to go back to being the Isabel of seasons past after she’d been shot into the heavens and given a glimpse of pure, unadulterated pleasure?

Before she knew it, Isabel teetered on the edge of that crevasse again, the one Sirius had taken her to before. Her thighs quivered around his, and sweat trailed between her breasts. Reaching up, Isabel twirled his short blond hair between her fingers and yanked him down to kiss her.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered, writhing beneath him. “I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin.”

Sirius smoothed his palm down the center of her chest, over her abdomen, and to the top of her sex. “We can’t let that happen. Let me help you.”

And he pressed the pad of his thumb to the nub tucked into the hood of her sex.

It wasn’t until moments later that Isabel realized the ringing in her ears was caused by her own shriek. Violent pleasure quaked through her flesh, and Isabel sank her nails into his thighs as she squeezed around him, her body intent on pulling him under just as sure as she had been. She was vaguely aware of Sirius’s movements growing erratic, of his grip tightening almost painfully on her hips, before he dropped his head to her chest as his body stuttered.

Isabel panted softly as Sirius climbed from the settee and returned moments later after discarding the sheath. He maneuvered himself onto the narrow settee next to her, his chest pressed to her back. Scooping his shirt from the floor, he draped it over her like a makeshift blanket and then wrapped his arms about her. With his thumb rubbing over her knuckles and the gentle rise and fall of his chest behind her, Isabel’s limbs relaxed. Cocooned in his embrace, she felt precious. She felt treasured.

The soft tick of a clock sounded from somewhere in the room, and Isabel allowed its steady rhythm to lull her heartbeat, and soon it was impossible to keep her eyes open.

Suddenly, Sirius’s embrace grew tight about her.