ANASTASIA’S POV

His hands were almost gentle, as he pushed my knees apart again bit by bit until I was open for him, trembling, wet, and aching so badly it hurt.

And the way he looked at me, so hungry and unrelenting made the shame burn hotter than the pleasure.

His breath ghosted over me, hot and maddening, and every nerve in my body screamed with anticipation.

“Look at you,” Isaac murmured, dragging a finger along the slick heat between my thighs. I jolted at the touch, my lips parting on a gasp. His eyes lifted briefly, catching mine before returning to the place that had me shivering with both fear and need.

Then his mouth was on me.

The first stroke of his tongue made my hips jerk and a strangled moan tore from my throat. My fingers shot to the sheets, clutching tight but the fire only spread when he sucked hard and his tongue circled and flicked until I was trembling under him.

“Oh! God, Isaac!” I cried, arching helplessly as his hands held me down.

He chuckled at me. The vibration shot through my core and then he licked deeper and slower, savoring every reaction I couldn’t hold back. 

“Stay open,” he ordered, his voice was rough between licks and his fingers pushing my thighs wider. “Good girl.”

The words sent me spiraling. His tongue moved faster until I was panting and my back bowing off the bed with my body chasing every flick of his and every ruthless pull of his mouth. I didn’t care if I broke. I only wanted more.

And when his eyes finally lifted, locking with mine as his tongue flicked over me again, I thought I might shatter completely.

I was already so close, my body wound so tight it felt like a single touch more would send me spiraling over the edge. My thighs trembled and my chest heaved. Every moan that broke from me only seemed to amuse him.

“Isaac. Please!” My voice cracked on the word.

But instead of giving me relief, he pulled back, his lips glistening, his tongue flicking once more before leaving me empty. A whimper escaped me at the loss.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes lingered between my legs. “Not yet, Snow. You don’t get to come until I say so.”

The command hit me harder than his mouth had. My body burned, aching with denial, but the way he looked at me as if I belonged to him in that moment had me trembling for more.

Then, agonizingly, he kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other, his hands keeping me spread. His mouth came close, so close that I could feel his breath again, but he only pressed one light kiss against my swollen skin and pulled back just enough to watch me writhe.

“You’re soaked. Is it for me, snow?” he murmured with dark satisfaction dripping from his tone. 

My hands dug into his hair, frustration and need tangling until I thought I’d explode and all I could manage was a whispered and broken, “Yes.”

And when he chuckled low in his throat, I knew he wasn’t anywhere near finished with me. I was glad.

I thought he would leave me on fire forever, but then without warning his mouth was back on me.

I gasped as his tongue dragged through my folds and circled me. He licked me slowly at first, savoring until I was a quivering mess beneath him. Then he pressed harder and faster, his tongue flicking mercilessly while his lips sealed around me in a pull so intense it ripped a cry from my chest.

“Isaac! oh, God!” I writhed against his hold but his hands were firm, pinning my hips down and forcing me to take every stroke of his mouth. He groaned into me, low and hungry, as if my taste was his undoing, and the vibration made me shudder all over.

He broke away just long enough to breathe against me. “Keep your legs open for me, Snow. Don’t you dare close them.”

Then his tongue slid inside me deep and thrusting before retreating to circle my clit again. The switch made me scream and my body arching in ways I couldn’t control.

I was wet, aching and lost with every lick, every suck winding me tighter, until I felt like I was unraveling in his mouth.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cried, grabbing his hair and riding on his tongue.

His eyes flicked up catching mine, and he smirked against me before sucking harder, his tongue working in ruthless rhythm. The world tilted and fucking blurred, and I could only moan his name over and over and as pleasure crashed through me like waves threatening to drown.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Every flick of his tongue and every ruthless pull of his mouth was driving me higher until my body felt like it was going to snap.

“Isaac. Please. I can’t.” The words broke apart, choked with sobs of pleasure.

He didn’t stop. He only sucked harder, his tongue circling me perfectly, dragging me over the edge whether I wanted it or not. His grip tightened on my thighs, holding me wide, holding me still and forcing me to open as my body shattered in his mouth.

"Oh. Oh! Oh. Shit!" I groaned hard.

The orgasm ripped through me. My back arched off the bed with my cries filling the room. I felt my legs tremble uncontrollably as waves of heat rolled through me. 

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think and all I could feel was him devouring every last tremor and drinking down every pulse of my release as if he owned it. I rolled my hips, riding with my pleasure and the flicker of his tongue.

When the rush finally broke, I collapsed against the sheets with my chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. My body still twitched with aftershocks, but Isaac stared so interestingly. 

He lifted his head slowly. Oh, his mouth was glistening with me. Then, his tongue flicked once across his lips as his eyes burned into mine. That triumphant smirk curved his mouth.

“Tastes even better than I imagined, Snow.”

The shame hit me almost as hard as the pleasure had, but underneath it was the terrifying truth. I wanted more of him. 

I tried to push myself up to hold him still trembling from the aftermath but before I could rise. Isaac pressed me back down, his weight pinning me to the mattress. His mouth crushed mine deep and the taste hit me instantly. It was me.

“Taste yourself,” he growled against my lips, forcing the kiss deeper. My eyes flew wide as shame and heat collided, but I couldn’t stop. 

The salt-sweet flavor lingered between our tongues until I was dizzy with it.

When he finally tore his mouth from mine, he was breathing hard, chest heaving. His eyes burned as he looked down at me, and his words rumbled like a threat. “I’m dying to know how that sweet pussy feels.”

I froze, my heart hammering as he shifted back onto his knees at the foot of the bed. 

He stayed there for a moment. while his fingers slid to his belt. The metallic sound of it coming undone echoed louder than my pulse.

My breath caught as his hands moved lower, to the waistband of his pants. He paused just long enough to look at me and that wicked smirk curving his mouth when he caught the startled, wide-eyed fear on my face.

“Never had a cock before?” he asked softly, almost mockingly, leaning close enough that the heat of his words brushed my skin. His eyes glinted with dark amusement as he whispered, “You look frightened.”

God help me I was. But the ache was worse.

My throat was dry, my pulse frantic as his fingers worked at the button of his pants, sliding the zipper down. The sound made me shiver and every second dragged out like a lifetime.

Then he pushed the trouser down, freeing himself.

My breath caught hard as I saw him. Thick, long, heavy as his hand wrapped around him. The sight alone made my stomach twist. He stroked himself once so lazily with his eyes never leaving mine, as if watching every flicker of shock across my face aroused him even more.

I swallowed, unable to look away. He was big. The thought of him inside me made my thighs tense.

Isaac’s smirk deepened. “So fucking innocent, huh?” he murmured, sliding his thumb over the tip before releasing himself.

Shame and anticipation collided until I didn’t know if I wanted to run or beg him to keep going, but I knew one thing for sure. I needed to feel him. Maybe once?

ISAAC’S POV

Snow looked like her eyes were about to drop. Her lips parted on those desperate little breaths. I could see the war inside her and it only made me harder.

God, the way she stared at me like she didn’t know whether to worship me or cry. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.

I stroked myself slowly letting her watch. Her gaze followed every movement and the way her thighs pressed together told me everything.

“Don’t.” I said as I climbed back onto the bed. My weight dipped the mattress, caging her in as I pressed close. “You wanted this, Snow. All those looks. And now—” I caught her chin between my fingers, forcing her to meet my eyes, "you’re going to feel me.”

Her hands skimmed up my chest as I leaned closer, but Gosh, the way her touch burned made me harder. Her wide eyes darted to mine, full of nerves and something sweeter, and when she whispered my name. It was a prayer I couldn’t ignore.

“Isaac—”

I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her hard, deep and rough enough to steal the breath from her lungs. My hand slid down, guiding myself to her entrance and the second my cock brushed her, a moan slipped from her throat. So sweet and frantic.

“Wait, I don’t think we should be doing—”

I knew what she was going to say. I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop. The hunger tearing through me was beyond reason, beyond restraint. I kissed her again, harder, silencing the words before they could take shape, and then. God help me. I pressed forward.

The second I pushed into her, she broke the kiss with a cry. And a guttural sound ripped out of me, my whole body shuddering as I sank deeper.

She was so fucking tight. So wet and hot, clenching around me like her body was fighting and welcoming me at the same time. The sensation was brutal and exquisite enough to make me shake as I forced myself not to lose control right there.

“Fuck, Snow,” I groaned against her neck, pushing deeper inch by inch. My hands gripped her thighs to hold her open for me. “You’re going to kill me.”

Her nails raked down my back and her breath shattered into sobs and moans but still I pushed deeper until I was buried in her completely.

And for a second, the world narrowed to nothing but that impossible, perfect grip of her body wrapped around mine.

I stayed buried inside her, my chest heaving with sweat beading at my forehead as I fought the urge to move. Christ, she was still adjusting to me and stretching around my cock. The way she gripped me was unreal, pulling at every inch of me.

Her face twisted caught between pain and pleasure, her lips parted as small sounds slipped free. I brushed my mouth over her cheek, trying to catch her gaze.

“You’re taking me so fucking good,” I rasped, my voice breaking under the strain.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, clinging as though she didn’t know whether to pull me closer or push me away.

I kissed her again softer this time, swallowing her shaky moan as I held still and buried to the hilt. But the pressure was unbearable. Her body clenched so deliciously around mine I thought I’d lose it right there.

She was still accommodating me, inch by inch, and every second of restraint shredded me inside. If I didn’t move soon and keep feeling her fully. God, I was going to spill into her faster than I’d ever imagined.

I drew in a ragged breath, forcing myself to ease back just enough to feel the tight drag of her around me, before pushing forward again slowly and sinking deeper than before.

Her head tipped back against the pillow with a broken gasp spilling from her lips as her body arched beneath me.

“Isaac…” she whispered, almost pleading.

The sound of my name on her tongue unraveled me. I pressed deeper, grinding into her and savoring the way she clutched at me, her nails, her thighs and her very core holding me like I belonged there.

Every stroke was slow and careful but the heat and pressure were brutal. I wanted to tear into her, to lose myself in her completely. Each deep thrust was measured.

Her moans grew softer and breathless as her body began to yield. The tension melted into something else.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her like I was drowning, whispering against her lips, “I can’t stop… you feel too good.”

And then I sank back in fast and deeper, holding her gaze as if I could brand her with the moment.

Every instinct screamed to take her hard but I moved slowly, dragging out each thrust and burying myself deeper and deeper while watching her face with every stroke.

Her lips parted on a gasp. Her hands wrapped my neck and the sight of her falling apart under me nearly broke my control.

I ground my hips into hers, letting her feel the weight of me. The stretch of me before sliding back again. My pace was steady.

“Isaac…” she whispered so breathlessly as if she couldn’t decide whether to beg me to stop or beg me for more. “You—uh!”

I kissed her hard, swallowing the sound and pressed in deeper, my hips rolling against her in fast strokes.

Her body started to move with mine, tentative at first and then more sure, her hips lifting to meet me, taking me in. That small surrender snapped something loose in me.

My thrusts grew harder and faster, each one rougher than the last, the rhythm shifting from control to desperation.

She cried out my name with her voice breaking. I couldn’t hold back a groan as I buried myself to the hilt, the sound of her wetness and our bodies colliding filling the room.

I broke the kiss just long enough to pant against her neck, my voice hoarse, “You drive me fucking insane.”

I drove into her again, deeper and faster, unable to stop now that I’d tasted what it felt like to lose myself inside her.

ISAAC’S POV

I broke the kiss just long enough to pant against her neck, my voice low and hoarse, “You drive me fucking insane.”

And then I drove into her again, deeper, faster, unable to stop now that I’d tasted what it felt like to lose myself inside her.

Her body clamped down on me tighter with every thrust, her moans turning higher, more frantic, until they weren’t even words anymore just sounds, raw and helpless.

I braced my hand against the mattress and drove into her, faster now, deeper, her breasts bouncing against my chest as her head tipped back, her mouth falling open.

“Isaac—” she gasped, but the way her voice cracked told me she was too far gone to form a plea.

I fucked her harder, each stroke wringing another desperate cry from her, until she was clawing at me, trembling, her thighs shaking as I held them wide open.

Her moans broke into sharp little screams as her body arched beneath me, her pussy clenching down so tight around me I nearly lost myself right there.

“Yes! Good. Snow,” I groaned against her ear, feeling her unravel under me. “Come for me, come all over my cock.”

Her whole body shuddering violently, her back arching, her voice breaking into a wild, breathless moan that filled the room as she shattered around me.

I kept moving through it, grinding deep, holding her against me as her climax dragged on.

When she finally collapsed beneath me, still trembling, still gasping for breath, I kissed her hard, swallowing the last of her moans as I slowed my thrusts, savouring the feel of her pulsing around me.

I tightened my grip on her thighs, flipping her easily onto me. My hands locked around her waist as I buried myself back inside her in one hard thrust.

The sight stole my breath, her flushed face fell backwards, her pale hair damp and clinging to her skin, her breasts swinging beautifully with every slam of my hips. God, she looked ruined and perfect all at once.

Her cries broke louder as I drove deeper, until she was clawing at my chest.

“Yes! Please, just there. You’re gonna make me come,” she moaned, her voice so wrecked it sent fire straight through me.

I tangled my hand in her hair, yanking her head back, dragging her body flush against mine. My lips brushed her ear, my voice a growl. “You feel so divine, baby. Ride that cock.”

Her hips began moving, grinding back into me with desperate rhythm. The pressure nearly broke me.

“Like that, baby. Bounce on that cock,” I gasped against her mouth, catching her moans with mine. My tiny ragged sounds betrayed how close I was, how much she was undoing me.

Her body moved so beautifully over me, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through my spine.

“Yes, oh baby, keep going,” I urged, my lips brushing hers as we breathed the same air, shared the same heat. “You’re doing so fucking great.”

I could feel myself trembling with restraint, every muscle in my body pulled tight, holding on because I wanted this moment, her, like this burned into me forever.

Our mouths crashed together, both of us moaning into each other, breathlessly. I felt every shaky inhale against my lips, every desperate exhale mixing with mine, and when our eyes locked.

She kissed me hard, and I lost it. My hand slid down, grabbing her ass in one rough squeeze before I smacked it, the sharp sound filling the room. She jolted with a whimper, and I used the moment to grip her tight, reposition her, and drive into her faster and harder until her cries broke apart.

“Ahh—oh God!” she screamed, her voice guttural, her body shuddering as her hands flew to her breasts, squeezing them as if she needed something or anything to ground her.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, Isaac!” she cried out, her voice splitting into raw pleas. “Don’t stop!”

Her head snapped down, her gaze finding mine, her lips trembling as she panted.

“You wanna make your pussy come? Please make your pussy come. It's yours,” she moaned, almost taunting, almost begging.

A growl tore out of me as my hands trailed up her back, roughly and I cupped her breast and yanked her against me. My mouth closed over her nipple, sucking hard, my teeth scraping lightly as my thrusts kept slamming into her.

She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me there as her hips rolled to match mine. Every sound spilling out of her was wrecked and delicious.

I chuckled against her tits, my breath hot against her skin. “Coming, baby?” I rasped, never slowing or never letting her escape.

Her eyes fluttered half-shut, her body trembling as she clung to me. A tiny moan slipped free before she dragged in a deep breath.

And then she shattered.

Her scream ripped through the air, her body shaking violently against mine. “Fuck!” she cried, her voice breaking as her pussy clenched me mercilessly, her climax tearing out of her so hard I felt it in my bones.

I held her tight, grinding deep, watching her unravel, her red-faced, shaking and moaning.

I kept her locked to me, riding out every last wave of her pleasure.

A sudden rush of wet heat drenched me, and I froze for half a second, stunned. My thrusts slowed, and I pulled her upright, one hand gripping her waist, the other catching her chin to force her gaze to mine.

“I can feel you rolling down my cock, snow,” I rasped.

Her eyes fluttered, rolling back as another tremor seized her body. Her orgasm hadn’t let her go yet those tiny shocks still rippled through her muscles, making her shiver against me like she was caught in an afterglow storm.

Watching her unravel like that, flushed, wet and shaking, was undoing me from the inside out.

“Ana,” I groaned, tightening my hold.

I couldn’t stop myself. I dragged her down onto her side with me, my chest pressed to her back, my hand gripping her waist. With a grunt, I hiked her leg up, spreading her wider, giving myself more room to plunge deeper.

She gasped, the angle forcing another broken moan out of her throat. I kissed the side of her neck, tasting sweat and her trembling skin, my hips rolling slowly but devastatingly, every stroke burying me to the hilt.

Her body shook against me, every thrust making her twitch like she was still feeling those little electric shocks.

I growled in her ear, unable to hold back.

I held her gaze when her head tilted back against me, her lips parting, her eyes heavy and dazed. I wanted to see her break again. I wanted to watch her lose herself, all while I was buried so deep inside her she’d never forget how it felt.

Her leg trembled in my grip, her body twitching with every deep thrust I drove into her. She was still riding the aftershocks, still shuddering like sparks were flickering across her skin, and the sight shredded every ounce of control I had left.

I groaned against her ear, my breath ragged. Her pussy clenched so hard around me, soaked and slippery, that I could feel myself teetering at the edge.

I slammed faster, dragging her flush against me, my chest pressed to her back as I buried myself deep. She whimpered, her head falling against my shoulder, her eyes half-rolled back.

“Look at me,” I demanded, grabbing her chin, forcing her dazed gaze to mine.

Her heavy eyes met mine, glassy with pleasure and her lips parted as she moaned softly. That was it that was all it took.

My whole body seized as I let go, a guttural sound tearing out of me as I thrust deep, grinding hard into her.

I poured into her hot, wave after wave, while I held her tight, my hips jerking, my breath rough and broken against her neck.

She cried out, her pussy clutching me so tightly I thought I’d lose my mind.

I growled low in her ear, shaking with the force of it.

I kept her close, her leg hooked over me, her back pressed against my chest, not ready to let her go, not yet.