*Isabella's POV*
His mouth was on mine once more, and this time it wasn't gentle. It was a demanding, punishing kiss that stole my breath and set my blood on fire. There was no more vulnerability, no more quiet confessions.
In a move that was pure, effortless strength, he rolled us, pulling me on top of him until I was straddling his hips, his hard cock pressing against my dripping pussy. He reached over, fumbling for a second in the drawer before pulling out a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled the condom on, his eyes never leaving mine, the whole act was possessive, claiming.
He settled back against the pillows, his hands gripping my hips. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice a low, husky rumble.
I didn't need to be told twice. I lifted myself up, positioning him at the entrance of my pussy, and then I sank down, taking him in one slow, deep movement that made us both groan. He filled me completely, a perfect, aching stretch that made my toes curl. I started to move, my hips finding a rhythm, a slow, deliberate roll that made his eyes flutter shut.
His hands roamed, one moving up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple before he took it between his fingers and pinched, hard. A sharp, electric jolt shot straight to my clit. I cried out, my movements becoming more frantic, and desperate. His other hand moved to my ass, squeezing the flesh, guiding my movements, urging me to go faster.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his eyes flying open, burning with a dark, predatory light. His hips started to move upward, meeting my downward strokes, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper, more demanding. The sound of our bodies slapping together, his low, husky grunts, and my own shameless moans and whimpers filled the room.
His thumb found my clit, rubbing it in tight, demanding circles that matched his punishing rhythm. The pressure was already building, a tight, coiling heat in my stomach. I was so close, right on the edge.
"Not yet," he growled, his voice a low command against my lips. "You don't cum until I say so."
The command was a torture. The pressure was a tidal wave, and I was quickly losing myself in it. I was fighting a battle against my own body, my muscles clenching around his cock, desperate for a release he was cruelly denying me. He leaned up, his mouth claiming one of my nipples, sucking it into a hard, aching peak, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear.
"Please," I whimpered, my hands clawing at his chest.
"Not yet," he repeated, his thrusts becoming even deeper, more deliberate. He was pushing me, testing my limits, enjoying my desperate struggle for control. He moved his hand from my clit, back to my breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his fingers twisting my nipple in a way that sent jolts of electricity straight to my core.
And then, when I thought I couldn't take another second, when I was right on the edge, a sobbing, whimpering mess, he finally gave the command.
"Now, Isabella. Cum for me."
The orgasm that ripped through me was shattering, a blinding, white-hot wave of pleasure that made my vision go white and my body convulse. I cried out his name, a raw, broken sound. He groaned my name, his own release triggered by mine, his body tensing as he pulsed inside me.
We stayed there for a moment, a tangled, sweaty mess on his bed, the only sounds our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the city outside. He stayed inside me for a moment longer, his body a heavy, comforting weight on mine. Then he pulled out, carefully disposing of the condom in a nearby bin. He pulled me into his arms, my back against his chest, his leg thrown over mine. I drifted off to sleep in his arms, a boneless, sated mess, feeling safer and more cherished than I ever had in my entire fucking life.
Somewhere around 3 a.m., my eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, accept for a sliver of moonlight cutting across the floor. My stomach was growling a demand for something sweet and unhealthy that I couldn't ignore.
"I'll be right back," I whispered, trying to slip out from under his heavy arm without waking him.
"What? Where are you going?" he asked, his voice a low, husky rumble from right beside me. He turned over, his eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Downstairs," I said, feeling a bit like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "I need a midnight snack... well, it's 3 a.m., so not exactly midnight, but I need it."
"What's your usual midnight snack?" he asked, a slow, amused smile spreading across his face in the dim light.
"Uhm... chocolate," I admitted, feeling a little silly.
He chuckled, a deep, warm sound. "What kind?"
"No worries, I'll go get it," I said, already swinging my legs out of bed.
"No, let me," he said, his hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me back. "Just tell me what kind."
"There's a jar... of Nutella," I said nervously, bracing myself for his reaction.
"Should I spread it on bread?" he asked, his voice laced with teasing disbelief.
"What's the use? No, just a jar and two spoons," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I mean... you're not going to let me snack alone, are you?"
"I don't think I've had Nutella directly from a jar before," he exclaimed, a look amusement on his face. "You, what? What a waste of life. Now you have to bring two spoons, you should live a little," he chuckled, and I couldn't help but join in. He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he slipped out of bed and headed out of the room.
A few minutes later, he returned, climbing back into bed beside me and placing a huge glass jar of Nutella and two spoons on the nightstand. "Exactly how is this living a little?" he asked as I took a scoop and popped it in my mouth.
"Just shut up and eat," I said, and we both laughed.
He watched me eat silently for a moment, his gaze soft and intense. "You're beautiful," he suddenly said.
"What?" I asked, my mouth full of chocolatey hazelnut goodness.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said, his voice dropping to a low, serious rumble.
"Don't I have chocolate smudges all over?" I asked, trying to deflect with a joke.
"You do," he said, his eyes crinkling. "And you also have the most genuine smile I've ever seen. You're gorgeous." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver straight through me. "And you look so fucking sexy in my bed, under the sheets... can I keep you here?" he asked, making me blush so hard I was sure my whole face was red.