CHAPTER 2: SCREAMING FOR HIS DICK

ISABELLE’S POV

I arch off the bed, a broken, pleading sound escaping me. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I am dissolving.

His hand, large and calloused, slides down the flat plane of my stomach, through the damp nest of curls, and his fingers find the slick, hot heart of me.

“Dio mio,” he rasps against my damp skin, his voice thick with a lust that mirrors my own. “You are drowning for me.”

One thick, skilled finger slides inside, and I gasp at the delicious intrusion, the sudden, shocking stretch.

He’s already claiming me, mapping my most intimate terrain.

“All this slick, hot...