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.

ANASTASIA’S POV

Sick fantasies or dreams. Call them what you will, whatever I had buried for five years came clawing to the surface last night. I had come apart on Isaac’s cock. Not once. Not twice. But three fucking times.

Even now, as my eyes blinked open, the memories slammed back into me, vivid and unforgiving. Heat coiled low in my belly, pulsing, spreading down until I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs again, proof that my body still burned for him.

The bed beside me was empty. My chest tightened, but then I heard his voice.

“Uncle, she’s fine. She’s just asleep. Snow, drank a little too much, but she’s fine. We’ll be home in an hour, once she wakes up.”

He was on the phone. My father.

My stomach turned. My head spun. After last night? After everything sinful he’d done to me everything I’d begged for, he was speaking so casually, as if nothing had changed.

I stretched, trying to shake off the fog, but the soreness hit instantly, a sharp ache blooming between my thighs. A soft whimper escaped me.

“Fuck,” I rasped, my hand instinctively sliding down between my legs. The tenderness there was proof it had happened. That it hadn’t just been some drunken hallucination.

“Snow?”

My head snapped up. He was standing in the doorway now, his voice cutting through the silence. “You’re awake. Good. We need to head home.” His eyes narrowed, catching the position of my hand. “What are you doing?”

I jerked back. “Nothing,” I swallowed.

For a second, doubt gnawed at me. Did he not remember? Did he not want to? Was I insane for thinking it happened? But I was naked beneath his shirt. His shirt I definitely hadn’t put on myself. My body ached with proof. No. It was real.

I shoved the duvet aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. His shirt was too big, pooling around my thighs, swallowing me whole.

The moment my feet touched the floor, my knees buckled. My legs trembled so badly I nearly collapsed.

“You okay?” His voice softened, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

I gasped, clutching the bedframe for balance, before a shaky laugh bubbled out of me. “Yeah. Just… you were too rough last night.” I forced the words out, hoping, needing, to drag a reaction from him.

His smile spread as he started toward me. “Ana?” he said, and the way he said my name curled in my stomach. “We fucked last night. You don’t need to pull a reaction out of me. Or were you too drunk to remember screaming my name?”

My throat went dry. My pulse raced. That was bold. Very bold especially for someone who just wrecked his cousin.

I gulped.

“Or…” His voice dropped lower. “Do you need help remembering?”

He didn’t wait for my reply. His lips crashed over mine, hungrily. He tugged me close as his tongue plunged deep, tasting me and claiming me all over again. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the sound.

My head spun, my body trembled, and I knew then. I was undone. All over again.

My hand slid down the hard lines of his chest, over the ridges of muscle that tensed beneath my touch, until my fingers fumbled at the straps of his trousers.

Before I could slip further, Isaac caught my wrist in his large hand, breaking the kiss. His lips lingered near mine, but his eyes, those piercing green eyes locked on me with unflinching heat.

“Not satisfied?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my skin.

I swallowed, my breath shallow, my pulse skittering as my eyes danced in his.

The corner of his mouth lifted, sharp and wicked. “Pretty sure I fucked you so hard last night, Ana. You're still shivering and you want more?”

His words dragged heat rushing straight to my core and my thighs clenching in ache.

“I just—” My voice faltered, my lips trembling before I forced the truth out. “I just wanna taste you.”

The silence that followed was thick. His grip on my wrist tightened slightly, his thumb stroking my skin as if he were weighing the request, deciding whether to grant me what I craved or make me beg for it.

His gaze darkened, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths.

“You want my cock in your mouth, Snow?” he asked finally, the question coarse, demanding, as if he already knew the answer.

My lips parted, and I felt my cheeks flame. But the need inside me was too strong. I nodded.

Isaac’s mouth crushed against mine again, stealing my breath. His kiss was rough, consuming, and I melted into it, whimpering softly as his tongue tangled with mine.

Then his hand slid up, fingers threading into my hair until his palm gripped the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. His lips lingered on mine for a second, then he pulled back just enough to whisper against them.

“Say it.”

A shiver coursed through me. My chest heaved, my heart hammering as his green eyes pinned me where I stood.

“Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.”

The words ignited something reckless in me, burning away hesitation. My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger for my cousin's cock. I wanted to choke on his cock so bad.

“I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.”

His grin was slow, dangerous, like a predator savouring its prey. He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine, teasing me with another kiss that barely landed before pulling away.

“Good girl,” he rasped, the praise sending heat flooding through me. His hand released my neck, sliding lower, guiding me down. “On your knees, Snow.”

His words rattled through me, leaving me trembling with a mix of nerves and aching need.

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. I sank slowly, the cool floor pressing against my knees as my hands slid up his thighs, pausing at the waistband of his trousers.

Isaac’s grip stayed in my hair, firm but not cruel, tilting my head just enough so I had to look up at him. His gaze burned down at me, heavy, unreadable, making my stomach flip.

My fingers fumbled with his belt, tugging it loose, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. I pushed his trousers and briefs down, my breath catching as his cock sprang free so thick and hard with veins pulsing, flushed at the tip.

My lips parted on instinct, my pulse hammering in my throat.

“Pretty sight,” he muttered, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Now open that mouth wider for me.”

Heat flooded me. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, my hand barely closing around his girth.

Tentatively, I leaned forward, my lips brushing the head before parting wider, taking him in.

The salty taste of him hit my tongue as I sucked softly, swirling my tongue around the swollen crown. A deep groan rumbled from Isaac, his hips twitching forward as his hand tightened in my hair.

“Fuck, Ana…” he growled, his voice ragged. “That’s it. Take more.”

Encouraged, I pushed lower, my lips sliding down his length, my throat stretching to accommodate him. I gagged softly, my eyes watering, but his groan, low and guttural spurred me on.

I set a rhythm, bobbing my head, my tongue tracing every ridge, every vein, while my free hand pumped the base. My other hand pressed against his thigh for balance, feeling the taut muscles tremble under my palm.

Isaac’s breath grew harsher above me, tiny moans breaking out of him despite his effort to stay controlled. His hips rolled in subtle thrusts, matching my pace, his grip guiding me.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice raw.

I dragged my eyes up, locking with his and it was almost as if the sight undid him.

A broken curse slipped past his lips as his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm.

“Fuck… you look so good with my cock in your mouth, Snow.”

The praise sent another rush of heat through me, pooling low, my thighs clenching as I moaned around him. The vibration made him jolt, his head tipping back briefly before he looked down at me again, lips parted, eyes dark.