Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Eight

Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and slowly she pulled him down to her until his erection settled at the entrance to her core.

Warm moisture greeted him, inviting him. His body coiled with tension, anticipating her tightness, her heat, as he held himself back for another second just to savor the moment.

“You’re mine.” he said. His claim was like a battle cry, as he impaled her on his shaft, letting her tight muscles clamp down on him, imprison him in a cage he’d never be able to escape, would never

“You're perfect "he said as he withdrew from her tight sheath, let his cock slip out but for the bulbous head, before he plunged back into her wet heat. With every stroke his balls slapped against her flesh, only adding to the enticing sensation of her muscles gripping him

Isabella threw her head back and arched toward him, meeting his thrusts one for one. Her sensitive neck was exposed to his view, the vein under the pale skin throbbing, beckoning him, inviting him.