CHAPTER 6. SOUR DESIRE

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.