Page 48 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

“That’s a tall order.”

“I love a challenge.”

Isabelle helped him when he pulled her top over her head. She tossed it on the couch, while Orlando already dipped his head to her bra-covered breasts and licked her nipples through the thin fabric. Isabelle’s head fell back and she thrust her breasts toward him like an offering. He squeezed her breasts and welcomed the moan that rolled over her lips.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered and lifted her off his lap.

While she peeled herself out of her jeans, Orlando pulled his shirt over his head, then opened his cargo pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down to his feet. He wanted to kick off his boots to free himself of his pants fully, but he didn’t get a chance. Isabelle, now dressed in only a black bra and panties of the same color, kneeled down in front of him and pushed his thighs apart.

“Fuck, babe,” he cursed, because he realized what she wanted.

Isabelle gripped his upper thighs, and lifted her lids to meet his eyes. “Last time, you interrupted me.”

He smirked. “Because I thought you were one of Eva’s girls.”

Without a reply, Isabelle dipped her head and lowered it over his fully-erect cock. A cool breath blew against its tip, sending a shiver down his back. He’d dreamed of this, of Isabelle kneeling in front of him, sucking him. Reality was even more exciting than a dream.

Isabelle licked over the tip of his erection, before she took him into her mouth. Warmth and wetness engulfed him, and it felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. And maybe he had, because to find true love was a gift, to find it twice, was near impossible.

Orlando shoved his hands into Isabelle’s hair, holding it back so he could see her face as she sucked him, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock with every movement. Imprisoned in her mouth, he moved his hips up and down, slowly, not wanting to cause her any discomfort, even though the vampire in him urged him to fuck her mouth as if he was fucking her pussy. But he held back, because he wanted to feel the tenderness she lavished on him, the gentle licking, the loving touch of her hands as she added them to the mix. One hand she wrapped around his root, gripping him firmly, making him moan out loud, while with the other, she fondled his balls, sending shocks akin to electrical currents through his body.

He leaned back against the sofa, dropping his hands from her face, and allowed himself to enjoy Isabelle taking care of him. She was in charge now. She was the one who decided how to pleasure him, because she held his heart in the palm of her hand, even if she didn’t know it yet. He’d given his heart to a woman only once before, and it had ended in tragedy. Could he hope that this time, everything would turn out all right? He felt vulnerable now, but as much as he wanted to push away that feeling, the feeling of being helpless in Isabelle’s arms, he couldn’t. Because feeling vulnerable was a part of loving, a part of opening up his heart to let another person in.

“Isabelle, baby,” he murmured when she increased the tempo and began to suck him harder and faster. He wouldn’t last long like this. And as much as he wanted to come in her mouth, shoot his seed into her, he knew he didn’t deserve Isabelle’s selfless gift. Not yet. Not when he was still hiding something from her.

With his last ounce of self-control, he grabbed Isabelle by the shoulders and pushed her back so his cock slipped from her mouth. “Enough!”

She cast him a sinful look. “You were so close.”

“Too close.” He bent down to free himself of his boots and tangled pants.

Isabelle rose. She reached behind her to open her bra, and tossed it on the floor, her eyes shimmering golden. When she hooked her thumbs into her panties to shove them down, she looked down at his cock.

“You want me to ride you?” She stepped out of her panties.

Orlando rose and grabbed her hips. “And give you even more control over me? You’ve had your fun.”

She chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around his back, pressing herself to him. “We’re not done with the fun.”

“No, we’re not,” he agreed and pulled her with him until they were standing behind the backrest of the large sectional. He turned her away from him so she faced the sofa, and he stood behind her. “Brace yourself.”

The moment she laid her hands on the leather backrest, he gripped her hips and pulled them back. Automatically, Isabelle widened her stance and arched her back, pushing her gorgeous ass in his direction. Orlando accepted her invitation and thrust his cock into her pussy with such force, that her hands slipped and she jolted forward, her upper body now folded over the backrest.

But he didn’t give her a chance to right herself, instead he began to plunge deep and hard into her. In and out without interruption. Taking her from behind gave him back control over his own body and pushed the vulnerability into the background.

Isabelle’s pussy was slick and tight, and he could feel her pulse race, her breaths become irregular, and moans tumble over her lips, while he delivered thrust after thrust. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more of her, needed to possess her.

For a moment he slowed his movements, giving her a chance to lift her torso. When he bent closer to her, pulling her back against his chest, he let go of one hip and wrapped one arm around her chest, gripping one breast.

“Pull your hair away from your neck,” he ordered and noticed how gruff his voice sounded in anticipation of his next action.

With graceful movements, she brushed her hair to one side of her head, and turned her head just enough so she could look at him. “You’re hungry.” Her voice was sultry, a sound of pure seduction.

“I’m always hungry when I’m with you.”

He dipped his face to her neck and licked over the vein that pulsed under her perfect skin. Isabelle let out a barely audible breath, and he took it as a sign of acceptance. His fangs lengthened, and without haste, he pierced her skin and drove them into her. The moment he tasted her blood and started drinking from her, he began to thrust faster again, picking up his rhythm from before.

With one hand still holding her to him and squeezing her breast, he slid his other hand to her front and lowered it to her pussy. He combed through the neatly trimmed triangle of hair and dipped lower, until he found her clit and rubbed his fingers over it.