Page 16 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

Isabelle’s whispered question made him look at her face. What he saw wasn’t the Isabelle he knew, the confident, intelligent, gently-bred heiress, but the vulnerable woman inside. The woman who was opening her heart, laying it bare for anybody to stomp on. It hit him right there and then: he’d never get away from her unscathed.

His lips moved, forming words, before he even knew what he wanted to say.

“I want all of you.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, didn’t need one, and lowered his lips to her neck, where her artery pulsed in an excited rhythm. An instant later, he pierced her tender skin with his sharp fangs, and began to suck. As Isabelle’s sweet blood filled his mouth and ran down his parched throat, he realized that all his plans of staying away from her were dying a spectacular death to be replaced by one wish, and one wish only: to make Isabelle his mate.

10

Isabelle shuddered with pleasure when Orlando’s fangs broke her skin and drove into her neck, and he began drinking from her. This was better than any of the dreams she’d had about him. Feeling Orlando’s body entwined with hers, his magnificent cock inside her pussy, his fangs lodged in her neck, made her clitoris throb with need. She’d been on the verge of an orgasm from the very moment he’d plunged his cock into her with such force that he would have split a human woman apart. But she welcomed the way he took her like only a vampire could. No holds barred. No restraint.

She loved the way he felt, loved the weight of him, how he took her like she was his to do with as he pleased. No, Orlando wasn’t a tender man. He was rough, domineering, and fully aware of his physical strength. She’d never been with a man like him. And now that she knew what it was like to be imprisoned by his amazing body, she could finally let herself go. She could let herself fall and give up control, because she knew he would be there to catch her, to save her.

His bite sent tendrils of red-hot heat through her, infusing every cell of her body, every inch of her being. Everything female awakened inside her. This was what she’d been waiting for her entire life: a man who was her equal, a man who could give her the safety she craved, a man who teased her true self out of its shell. Because despite what everybody thought they knew about her, being kidnapped at the age of twenty had left scars that nobody could see, scars she’d hidden from everybody, even her father. But in Orlando’s arms she felt no pain, no fear. She was safe.

Isabelle put her hand on Orlando’s nape, holding him closer to her, not wanting him to stop, while she gripped his ass with the other, urging him to continue thrusting into her. The tempo of his movements spiked, and she could feel it now: her own approaching orgasm. And as if he felt it too, he suddenly retracted his fangs. When she turned her face to look at him, his eyes were shimmering golden.

“Come,” he urged her, before he sank his lips back onto hers and kissed her.

She tasted her own blood on his tongue and shuddered, the waves of her orgasm crashing over her and burying her like a surfer who’d lost the fight against the might of the ocean. She allowed herself to drift and felt another wave lift her up, this one a very different one. This one came from Orlando as his semen exploded from the tip of his shaft and filled her in a seemingly endless spray of heat.

With a loud moan, Orlando ripped his lips from hers, his body slowly relaxing as his climax ebbed and his movements slowed. He braced himself on his elbows and cupped her face with his hands, before he pressed soft kisses on her lips and face. She hummed contentedly, reveling in the feeling of being buried beneath Orlando’s sexy body. She caressed his back and ass with her fingers, exploring him with more leisure now.

“I thought you said you weren’t a tender man,” she murmured and smiled at him.

He growled. “I’m not. Or didn’t you notice how ferociously I fucked you?”

“Could’ve fooled me…”

Isabelle ran one hand through his short hair, and noticed him close his eyes for an instant, a satisfied expression spreading on his face.

“I was rough with you.”

He made a motion as if he wanted to pull out of her, but she slapped her hands on his ass and held him there. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“You can’t possibly want more of this.” He gave her a piercing look. “You could do better than me.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” She caressed his ass while drawing him closer and spreading her legs wider so he slipped deeper into her. He was still hard, and she knew he would remain hard for quite a while. It was the effect of her blood, and they both knew it.

“What do you want with me?” Orlando asked and rocked back and forth, wringing a soft gasp from her throat.

“Isn’t that obvious?” She moved her pelvis, inviting him to thrust again.

“You could have sex with anybody you want.”

She chuckled softly. “Orlando, I am having sex with the person I want.”

He sighed and drew back a little. “You’re not gonna just let me go, now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity, are you?”

“Curiosity?”

“Don’t tell me you weren’t curious what it would be like to be fucked by an oaf like me.”

“You’re not an oaf.”

“You called me that at the club. Or have you forgotten that already?”

Isabelle smirked. “You do have a way of annoying people.”