Page 89 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

Isabelle smirked. “In that case…” She pulled his head to hers. “How about you get naked, and I have my way with you?”

“Hmm,” he grunted. “So that’s how it’s gonna be between us? I’ll be your sex slave?”

She tilted her head to the side. “Pretty much.”

He lifted her off her feet and started walking toward the bedroom. “Works for me.”

Isabelle put one hand on his nape and kissed him, while she cupped his cheek with the other. Without breaking his stride, Orlando responded to her kiss, tasting her, exploring her. Arriving in the bedroom, he laid Isabelle on the bed, and rolled over her, never once letting go of her lips. He felt her hands on him, tugging on his shirt, already undressing him.

He let go of her mouth and snatched the seam of her top. When he pushed the snug sweater up and over her head, he revealed what was beneath it: soft skin, nothing else.

“I should make you wear a bra when we’re in the company of other men,” he suggested.

“Why?” She popped the buttons of his shirt open.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice how some of the council members looked at you.” Orlando had caught two of the council members casting lustful looks at Isabelle.

“I hadn’t noticed.” She pushed his shirt over his shoulders. “I was too busy making sure that vampire female who was assisting the council didn’t come any closer. She looked like she wanted to bite you.”

He chuckled. “Babe, we both know that the only woman who gets to bite me is you.”

He was already busy freeing Isabelle of her pants, while Isabelle opened the button of his trousers and lowered the zipper. When she placed her warm palm over the bulge beneath his boxer briefs, a strangled moan ripped from his throat.

She squeezed him more deliberately now, and he took a few deep breaths.

“You keep that up, and I’ll come before I can even get inside you.”

Isabelle chuckled and took off her panties. “You always say that, and then you stay hard for hours.”

“You complaining?” He rid himself of his pants, then lowered his boxer briefs.

“I’ve got nothing to complain about.” She directed her gaze to his groin where his cock was pointing upward, hard and steady as a flagpole. “Nothing at all.” She licked her lips.

Isabelle lay on top of the covers, completely naked now. Her breasts were topped with hard nipples, and he could already smell the aroma of her arousal. Soon, he’d be completely drugged by it, unable to resist the siren call. But while he still had his wits about him, he made a demand of his own.

Now naked, Orlando scooted up her body, straddling her until his knees depressed the mattress next to her shoulders. “Now be a good girl, and suck your hungry vampire lover’s cock.”

He gripped his erection by the root and directed it toward Isabelle’s mouth.

“I thought you were my sex slave,” she murmured, her voice sultry, her look seductive. “Guess I got that wrong.”

“Mmm hmm.” He nudged the tip of his cock at her lips.

Without further urging from him, Isabelle parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip of his cock. The warmth of her mouth engulfed him an instant later, and he sank into her welcoming cave. The erotic sight of Isabelle with his erection in her mouth nearly robbed him of his control. For a few more seconds, he enjoyed the gentle ministrations she lavished on him, but then he had to withdraw.

She lifted her eyelashes and looked up at him. “Baby, don’t tell me you can’t take any more of this. Just when I started having fun.”

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of fun when I take your pretty pussy.” Quickly he lifted himself off her and slid down. With one knee he pushed her thighs apart. “That’s it, babe.” He lowered himself between her thighs, eager to be joined with the woman he loved more than anything in his life.

To his surprise, he felt Isabelle’s hand on his chest. He looked into her eyes. “Something wrong?”

Her green eyes sparkled like two emeralds. “Blood-bond with me. Make me yours.”

Surprised, he froze. They hadn’t spoken about a blood-bond after Samson had suggested that Orlando would become his son-in-law. He hadn’t brought it up, thinking that Isabelle needed more time until she was ready for it. After all, she was so much younger than him, and everything had happened so fast.

“Baby,” he said, hesitating. “You don’t have to make a decision yet. There’s no rush.”

Isabelle put her hand on his cheek. “Oh, Orlando, my heart already decided long ago that you were meant for me, even before I truly saw you. And the moment I tasted your blood when you were injured, was the moment everything female and everything vampire in me awoke. And now, there’s no way of putting that genie back in the bottle. So, don’t make me wait. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. Now.”