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“Ready?” I ask her, waiting for her permission to move.

She lifts her hand, placing it on my cheek. Her thumb trails along my cheekbone as she regards me.

With a blinding smile, she nods. “Give me everything you’ve got, Nick Martin.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ISABELLA

Nick is everything.

It’s not just that he’s so deep inside me, I can feel his cock in my chest. It’s simply Nick, and everything that makes him who he is.

I keep my hand on his face as he slowly draws every single inch of his cock from me until barely the tip remains, directing him to meet my gaze. Although, if I’m honest, it doesn’t take much.

He wants to belong to me just as I want to belong to him.

He lingers for just a second, ice-blue eyes cataloguing my face. Reading my needs as only he knows how.

He thrusts back inside, hitting a spot I was never able to reach on my own, coaxing a desperate keen from my throat. No one else had ever been able to find it, although I’m not sure they tried.

“That’s it, Isabella.” His voice trembles as if he’s just as overwhelmed. “Take it. Take this cock like you were made for it.”

I want to. I want to take everything he has to give me.

I cling to him with each wave of our bodies coming together, each moment of unbridled passion. I’m quickly becoming addicted to the feel of his body, the way we fit together.

Sex has never been like this. Sex will never be like this with anyone other than him.

His hand hitches underneath my thigh, lifting my lower half so he can get that much deeper. Sweat glistens on his brow, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

With every thrust, it gets harder and harder to keep my eyes open, to not surrender fully to the pleasure. But I want to watch him.

I want to see this man as he comes undone because of me.

His thumb presses against my clit, and it’s almost too much. “Nick, I’m getting…so close. So close.”

“Me, too,” he huffs, muscles working hard. “I can’t get enough of this. Of how good you are. You’re so fucking good.”

“Please.” I squeeze my inner muscles as hard as I can, delighting in the moan he makes in reply. “Please, Nick.”

I don’t beg, but for this? For this I plead.

“Together,” is his only response.

He’s not able to retreat as far anymore. The swelling at his base grows, and soon I’m feeling so stuffed I want to scream.

But it’s good. It works. It’s everything.

He leans down as much as he can. “Feel that, petite copine? That’s my knot. I’m popping a knot because of you, because of how fucking stunning you are spread out on my sheets. I'll never be able to sleep in here again without smelling you. Without being able to taste your cum on my tongue.”

And that’s it. Stars burst behind my eyes as I explode like a firework beneath him.

I can vaguely hear him praising me, moaning, and finally filling me with his release. It’s decadent and sinful, and I can barely breathe as the waves of pleasure slowly ebb.

He slowly lowers my leg, maneuvering us until he’s lying down and I’m sprawled out on top of him, still connected by his knot.

His breaths saw out of him unevenly as he presses gentle kisses to my hair, breathing deep. Neither of us says anything, but I’m okay with that.