NINETY-SEVEN

NINETY-SEVEN
DRAKE’S POV
I had sworn to myself that no matter how much temptation lurked in the soft lines of her body, in the fire hidden behind those defiant eyes….Isabel would never be mine in the way a man claims a woman. She was a contract. A pawn. A woman I have reminded again and again of her place, as if saying it enough times would numb the burn she carved into me.
But I couldn’t stop myself today, with her lips still swollen from our kiss, with her breath trembling between us as though she couldn’t decide whether to push me away or drag me closer, I knew I was past saving. I needed the distraction, she was a good medicine that could take away the pain I felt.
Her eyes were wide, uncertain, but the flicker of heat there stripped me of restraint. I lifted a hand to her face, brushing my thumb over her cheekbone, and she didn’t flinch. For once, she didn’t hide that she was trembling under my touch.
‘You have no idea,’ I murmured, my voice husky, ‘What you do to me.’
I kissed her neck ‘You drive me fucking insane every minute of the day’ I said, my breath fanning her neck.
Her lips parted, and I felt her breath feather against my chin. That single exhale was the undoing of my control.
I kissed her again this time slower, deeper, savoring the taste of her. She melted beneath me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she needed something to anchor herself to. The sound that left her throat half whimper, half sigh seared through me.
Isabel. The woman I thought I owned. The woman I thought I could keep at a distance. She was unraveling me with nothing more than her surrender.
‘Do you want this? Do I have your consent?’ I asked breathing heavily.
She nodded, her response so fierce as her eyes ‘Ye…yes I want it’
That was great music to my ears, I have her consent although, she was already trembling at my touch and I could see how much she wanted this.
When my hands slipped lower, tracing the curve of her waist, she didn’t stop me. Her body leaned into mine, soft and warm, as though she had been waiting for this as much as I had.
‘Drake…’ she whispered, and that was it. My name in her voice hesitant, breathless, needy set me aflame.
I tore her dress apart fiercely until I found her breast. It was soft, welcoming, I rubbed my hands on her nipples and a soft moan left her lips.
I laid her back against the mattress, my mouth never leaving hers. For a moment, I just hovered above her, my forehead pressed to hers, my chest heaving as I tried to cage the storm inside me.
She looked up at me, vulnerable but unafraid. And that look destroyed me.
‘Are you sure you want this?’ I asked her, my voice shaking with something I hated to admit…fear. Fear that she would regret this. Fear that she would look at me tomorrow with those accusing eyes and see nothing but the monster I have been.
But she surprised me.
‘I want this,’ she whispered.
Three words. Fragile, yet so powerful they broke every wall I had built around myself.
Heat surged through me as I claimed her mouth again, more demanding this time. My hands roamed freely, memorizing every inch of her body. She gasped against my lips as I trailed kisses down her throat, tasting the delicate skin there, hearing the rush of her heartbeat like a drum summoning me closer.
Her body arched beneath me, restless, yearning, and I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted to worship her….every curve, every shiver, every sound she made.
When my lips brushed the hollow of her collarbone, I heard her sharp intake of breath. She was burning under me, and I reveled in the fact that I was the one igniting her.
I slowed down, because I wanted to savor this. The Alpha in me the man used to taking and conquering, fought against the unexpected tenderness flooding my veins. She deserved more than just raw hunger. She deserved to be cherished.
I bowed my head and took one of her very attractive nipples into my mouth. I licked, sucked and grazed it. She arched her back and moaned loudly. I took my time paying close attention to each of her breast. God she is beautiful, with well curved healthy-looking boobs and a very enticing pussy. I already got hard just by staring at her. I couldn’t believe she has such an amazing body; body other women would kill to have.
‘Tell me to stop,’ I whispered against her skin.
But she didn’t. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer, her silent plea louder than any words.
So, I gave in.
I kissed down her body, tracing the edges of her with my mouth, worshiping her like she was something holy. And when my lips touched her sweet, enticing pussy, she moaned so loudly but I didn’t stop. I sucked on her pussy, I licked it, I played with her clit. She couldn’t control her screams and I didn’t stop until I ate her out completely and her legs shook. She smelled so good that it was fucking crazy.
Each sigh that escaped her lips, each arch of her back, made me crave her more. She was trembling, but it wasn’t fear it was need. A need that matched mine, raw and unrelenting.
By the time I returned to her lips, she was gasping, her eyes glazed with heat.
I quickly undressed and stood before her waiting for her reaction.
She gasped, and sat up immediately.
I smirked, there I stood before her tall with my huge dick already standing in its majesty and glory already preparing to enter her holy place.
‘Lie down and spread those legs for me’ I ordered.
‘Wh….what?’ she asked nervously.
‘You heard me or do you want to return the favor?’ I asked.
She was confused ‘What…what fa…favor are you talking about?’