CHAPTER
THIRTEEN

 

 

 

Riding abreast, the six Texas cowboys crossed over the property line and onto Terra Dura. “Piece of cake,” Joseph muttered. “At least there was no electric fence or cameras like we faced when we invaded the female drug lord’s domain to rescue Aron.”

“Female drug lord, isn’t that a contradiction in terms? Wouldn’t it be female drug lady?” Canyon asked in a conversational tone.

“I don’t think so,” Noah laughed. “Although we did refer to Martina Delgado as a queenpin a few times, instead of a kingpin.”

“Sometimes words are not sufficient,” Mateo observed, enjoying being a part of this quest. “I struggle with the English language at times.”

“Well, you do a helluva lot better with English than I do with Spanish, I’ll tell you that for sure,” Bull said with admiration.

To avoid detection, they’d entered the ranch at one of the farthest points from the hacienda. After riding at a quick pace for about an hour, Bull reminded them of their plan, “Armando thinks the hostages are being held in the main barn next to the stables.”

“I suppose Armando has an unsuspecting contact here, one who is not aware he is betraying his boss,” Josh observed, his eyes busy scanning the horizon.

“Possibly. He or his sister might have overheard Esteban talking, I’m not sure.” Bull led the men south, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt antsy, as if time was slipping through his fingers. “Let’s ride faster, I just have this feeling this is all going down without me.”

After a few minutes he recognized familiar landmarks, the figure of Toro Roca was prominent in the distance. “We’re nearing the hot springs. Look on the ridge, Aron sculpted that monster.” As they rode by the big stone bull, the men began to feel the gravity of the moment. They might have the element of surprise on their side, but that did not eliminate the risk, especially to Isabella.

“Armando thinks we could be dealing with as many as seven men, unless Esteban enlisted more after he arrived here. We need to keep to the trees the rest of the way. We don’t know who might be watching and from what vantage point.” Bull pointed to a copse of trees. “Let’s start there, we can move from one thicket to the next along the fence line.”

As they neared the complex of buildings near the hacienda, Bull pulled his mount to a halt. “Okay, the barn is up ahead.” He glanced at the others. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve never shot anybody. I wasn’t in the service and I haven’t run in the same circles as Jason Statham and Bruce Willis here.” He indicated Joseph and Noah.

“Let’s do our best to subdue and not kill,” Mateo said with a wisdom beyond his years. “I have gone up against men like these before. They will not show you the same consideration, I assure you.”

“You can do it for Isabella,” Canyon told him, holding Bull’s gaze.

“You’re right.” Bull nudged his horse forward. “I can do anything for Isabella.”

As they neared the barn, Bull held up a finger for silence and slid off his horse. Moving close to the ground, he edged up the building to check out his surroundings. Seeing no threat, he motioned for the others to follow. Once inside, they split up, searching for the guard and his hostages. He had no way of knowing if Isabella was being held here or somewhere else. She might, even now, be facing Desperado. However, the possibility she was in this barn was one he couldn’t ignore. If not, they’d release whatever hostages they found, not only insuring their safety, but increasing the number of able fighting men loyal to Isabella.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” he chanted to himself. Part of Bull wanted to just ride on to the ring where he’d inspected the breeding stock, the ones Isabella had accompanied to Texas. Damn, that day seemed like a lifetime ago.

The only thing holding him back was not knowing what opposition he would face when he got there. Alone, he might not be able to disable every armed guard. If he was captured, he’d be no good to Isabella. “Just a few more minutes, baby. I’ll find you in just a few more minutes.”

…Isabella felt as if she was heading to her execution. Esteban and Don Luis walked on either side of her. She could see more men waiting, all armed with automatic weapons. “Who are we expecting? The Calvary or the Marines?”

“We’re expecting no one, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Right?” Esteban nudged her with the cold steel tip of the gun. “I like your outfit. Very appropriate. Blood will show up beautifully on that snow white dress.” Isabella ignored him, she ignored both of them.

For her, Don Luis had ceased to exist.

Ahead, through the slats in the gate, she could see Desperado. Her adversary awaited her. Bull had been right, he did resemble Toro Roca. Huge. Pale as death. His eyes were focused on her, as if he knew she was coming for him. “Instead of me entering the ring first, I see you have him waiting.” She knew this was a ploy on the part of Esteban. This way, she would be invading Desperado’s territory, not the other way around. An animal defends its territory, sometimes to the death.

“Yes, it seemed appropriate.” Coming to the gate, Esteban stopped. “Wait for me in the stands, Don Luis.” He nodded to the guard perched on the top railing, guarding the entrance to the viewing area. The guard glanced at Don Luis, then back to Esteban, giving him a nod of understanding. Isabella realized her uncle was as much of a prisoner as she was.

“Are you ready, La Diosa?”

“Yes, I am ready.”

“I want to inform you that the gate will be locked and only I have the key. So, escape will be impossible.” With a flick of his wrist, the latch was released and the gate swung open. Isabella stepped into the enclosed area with its dirt floor and paneled walls. No barrel to hide behind cluttered the open space. There was nothing in the ring but Isabella and the monster bull.

As soon as the metal gate clanked closed behind her the bull lowered his head and pawed, his eyes narrowed in fury, breath huffing from his nostrils.

…Back at the barn, Mateo was the one who subdued the sentry guarding Renata and Isabella’s faithful employees. The armed man had been so busy ogling and flirting with Renata, Mateo had been able to approach the man and render him useless with a choke hold. After the rescue, Bull’s team expanded from six to eleven. Three vaqueros and two other workers who were on duty the day they were attacked. Juan, Manuel, Raul, and Pedro were among the hostages, the rest were individuals Bull had not met before.

When they were ready to proceed, old Pedro stayed back with the women, Magdalena was weak and frightened, more for Isabella than herself. Renata begged to ride with them to rescue her friend, but Mateo had been adamant, speaking to the young woman rapidly in Spanish. When she relented, it had been with a smile on her face.

As they were leaving the barn, Renata encouraged them all to be careful, then grabbed Bull’s arm. “I’m so thankful you came, I asked Isabella if you would.”

“What did she say?”

Renata shook her head and Bull’s heart hurt as she related Isabella’s surety that he would not come to help her. “She said there was no way for you to know.” No, she had no idea he’d learned of her kidnapping, but Bull wanted to believe their souls were connected in some mystical way. Isabella should just have believed he would come. With a sad understanding, he could admit he’d been the one to break the bond between them. He’d pushed her away, he’d asked her to go, he’d denied to her that what they shared meant anything to him. The sex is great, but it’s just a game.   

What a fuckin’ lie.

“She also said she was glad you didn’t know, Benedict. Above all else, she wanted you to be safe.”

Bull felt the knife in his heart press deeper and deeper with every word the young woman uttered. “Well, I’m here. There’s nothing on God’s earth that would’ve kept me away.”

As they continued their mission, Noah and two of the vaqueros headed to the main entrance of Terra Dura, betting Esteban had posted a guard there. Their goal was to eliminate every threat, every obstacle. Bull and the rest proceeded to the arena. The nearer they drew; the surer Bull became that the cruel spectacle had already begun. “She’s in there, she’s in there with that demon. I can feel it.”

“Slow down, Redford. We can’t go in with guns blazing. We need to be stealthy, take out any armed men, then you can rescue your lady,” Josh muttered, a steadying hand on Bull’s arm. “We don’t want to alert them to our presence, there’s no telling what Esteban would do to Isabella.”

“I know, I hear you,” Bull said, as they stood on the edge of a grove of trees, the ring in clear view. “I see two armed goons, there may be more.” He looked from man to man. “Let’s spread out and see what we’re dealing with, try to go one on one.”

“Esteban and Don Luis will be in the stands, let’s take them out last,” Canyon suggested, gazing through a pair of binoculars. “Man, they’re carrying AK47’s, I feel a bit under-armed.” He patted his pistol.

“Let’s just hope they’re distracted by what’s going on in the ring,” Joseph said, then quickly realized how it sounded. “I’m sure Isabella will be able to hold her own until we get there. She is La Diosa, after all.”

“Well, we’re here, goddammit, I’m going in.” Bull gave a few more last minute instructions to the newer members of their entourage, then they slipped off to take down those who’d placed his woman in a dangerous and untenable position for no other reason than for greed and revenge.

…“Hola, Toro.” Isabella spread the cape out to her side. “I am so sorry you have been mistreated. I believe we have a mutual acquaintance. Do you remember Benedict Redford? I think he stayed on your back longer than most.” She kept her voice modulated and soft, conveying a gentleness in her tone. The cape was there for her protection, to keep his attention and his focus away from her body. She knew this bull had dueled with rodeo bullfighters, the brave men and women who, in day’s past, answered to the lowly title of rodeo clown. Now, they were given the respect they deserved, for they stood between the vulnerable rider and the animal intent on stomping him into the ground. But those rodeo bullfighters worked in teams and they used well-padded steel barrels to provide a barrier between them and the bull. She had no such protection, nothing but a frail piece of fabric.    

“My name is Isabella, others call me La Diosa. I have faced many bulls, but you are the apex. After today, I lay down my cape. Either in victory or defeat.”

Suddenly, Desperado charged. Head down, hooves pounding. Isabella stood her ground, her body tuned to the movement of every muscle in the bull’s body. As he approached, it was as if she stood in the oncoming winds of a tornado. A pulse of energy hit her like the shock wave of an atomic bomb. His horns found the cape, his wide shoulders brushing against the material of her dress. She didn’t breathe until he passed behind her, then she whirled to face him, knowing he might not keep moving away. The mighty bull could wheel on Isabella and catch her from behind, tossing her over his head before she realized it was happening.

When she pivoted, she found him only a few feet away – not running, not charging.

The beast was thinking.

Isabella realized then, she wasn’t dealing with a normal animal. This one was smart. He was judging the situation. He was weighing her in the balance…and Isabella was very afraid he would find her wanting.

“Very well, if you will not play the game as expected. Neither will I.”

Throwing the cape to one side, Isabella faced her nemesis. “Desperado. Do you know what your name means? A violent criminal who is not afraid of being hurt. Is that you?”

The bull pawed the ground and let out a menacing bellow, tossing his head to one side.

“I know there was a time when you were a small calf, innocent and warm, your breath smelling of milk. Had you been mine at that point, I would have loved you. I would have brushed your coat and fed you from my hand.” She took a step nearer. “The way that you are is not your fault. You are only violent because you’ve been made to be violent. You do fear being hurt, but I will not hurt you. Come to me, lay aside your anger and your pain, I will ensure that you live out your days in comfort. I will pay many pesos to make you mine. You will no longer be desperate, you will be loved.”

…Meanwhile…one by one, the men with guns were neutralized. Negated, disarmed, and contained. The shots fired were silent and the wounded were moved to a place where they could be guarded until aid could come. Bull was grateful for the swiftness with which his friends acted and the calmness that existed after, he had no desire to do anything to alarm the beast facing off against his goddess.

The next step was for Josh and Canyon to take out the older men, coming up on Don Luis and Esteban from behind. They sat mesmerized with the scene below, Esteban drinking liquor from a flask. Before the pair could react, Josh and Canyon subdued them with garrottes, cutting off their wind and removing the weapons at their sides. They were removed and gagged, tied up to await Bull, who had requested a little alone time with each man before they were turned over the authorities.

“Now, it’s my turn.” Bull mounted his horse. “Please, God, don’t let me let her down.”

“You can save her, Benedict Redford,” a voice spoke over his shoulder. “As she has her own way of facing the bull, so do you. Have faith in yourself. You will not let her down.”

Bull was amazed to find Jose Mercedes, looking the same as the day he’d seen him at the bullfight. “I remember you. Isabella spoke of you the other day. You’re her grandfather. Aren’t you?”

“I am.” He smiled. “I watch over her when I can.”

“Send up a prayer now, Senor Mercedes. We’re going to need it.” Bull didn’t wait to say more, he had something much more important to take care of…

Isabella.

…Extending her hand, Isabella advanced one more step. “I am not your enemy, Toro. There is nothing I want from you. I will not beat you. Spur you. Electrocute you. I will not abuse you.” Bile rose in her throat as she grew close enough to make out whip marks on his hide. “I will not let anyone hurt you again.”

Another step. And another.

Without warning, the bull kicked backwards and sidestepped, trotting some distance away. Most would think this was a good sign, but Isabella knew better. Desperado was not retreating, he was seeking a better position.

As the bull faced Isabella, he began to paw. She stood in the open, with nothing to hide behind, the walls surrounding her too high to scale. Lowering his head, Desperado let out a low, rumbling roar – and charged.

Isabella did not scream. There was no use. She was facing an unbeatable foe. She didn’t close her eyes, and if she had…she would’ve missed an unbelievable sight.

For over the fence, like a white knight on a fiery steed, Benedict Redford and his horse came sailing through the air, landing in a cloud of dust. Isabella’s heart came up in her throat. “Bull!”

Bull saw her stunned look of disbelief, yet there was no time for anything more. The bull changed his focus. Repeating the words that she’d once told him, Bull yelled, “Get out, Isabella! Your captors are gone. Get out!”

“I can’t. The gate’s locked. Esteban has the key.”

Her voice drew Desperado’s attention and he shifted, facing her once more. In the bull’s mind, the smaller woman was the lesser of two evils, the one most easily defeated. So, he resumed his original plan and charged.

“Josh! Find the damn key on Esteban!” Bull bellowed. With his heart in his throat, Bull could see there was no more time. He had to act.

As Jose Mercedes predicted, Bull did what came naturally to him. Pushing his nervous horse to run alongside the animal, Benedict Redford reached out and grasped the monster by the horns, propelling himself from the back of his mount to the back of the rampaging bull. Without a rope to hold onto, he tightened his knees, threw up his hand and let out a war whoop!

This was familiar.

Desperado, stunned by this new development, fell into the role he was born for. He began to wheel and buck, jump and spin. Dislodging the man on his back was his one true goal.

And Isabella…Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes. One moment she’d been facing certain death, the next a thundering roar announced the arrival of her hero. Isabella witnessed the man of her dreams fulfilling her wildest fantasy.

He was strong. He was sure.

He was larger than life.

There was no bell to sound the eight seconds and if there had been, it would have rung in vain. Bull wasn’t conquering this animal for money, he was subduing him for the woman he loved. He would not jump off to save himself, he would ride this demon to the gates of hell and back to save his soulmate.

Isabella saw Josh running forward with the key. He threw open the gate, but she had no intention of leaving. Not so long as Bull was in danger.

“Get out of there, Isabella!” Josh cried.

“Not without Benedict.”

From atop the beast, Bull could see the way of escape was open. Isabella could leave. Now, all he had to do was get off this monster and evade his fury. Weighing his chances, he lifted one leg and jumped from the bull’s back, falling hard to the ground. “Dammit!” He didn’t land steady on his feet, he crashed to the ground, his bad ankle failing him. Glancing up, he expected to see Desperado right on top of him.

Instead, he saw a vision in white. Isabella stood with arms outstretched, like an avenging angel. “No!” she cried when the bull would have charged, keeping him a safe distance from Bull by the strength of her will alone.

From behind her, Canyon rushed in, leading Bull’s horse. Faced with so many, Desperado backed away.

Isabella was shaking, she bowed her head and offered a thankful prayer. When she looked up, it was to see Bull mounting his horse and riding toward her. When he drew near enough, he held out his hand.

With a radiant smile, she whispered, “You came.”

“Nothing on this earth could have kept me away, Beauty.” With a powerful move, her hero swept her off her feet and straight into his arms.

As soon as they were out of the ring, Bull brought his mount to a stop. Cupping her face, he crashed his lips to hers and devoured her mouth. Isabella clung to him, tears streaming from her eyes. He ended one kiss only to claim another and another. Bull kissed not only her lips, but her cheeks, her brow, and her eyes. He kissed away every tear. “I’m so sorry, baby. So sorry. Please forgive me.”

“You came,” Isabella repeated, her head nestled against his chest. “You saved me. I told you that you were a hero.”

Hell, he was a man in love. “Of course, I came. I couldn’t live if anything happened to you.”

Josh and Canyon rode up next to them. “I hate to break up this reunion, but we’ve got some garbage to clean up. Noah has contacted a law officer we can trust to come and take Esteban, her uncle, and the other men into custody.”

Bull helped Isabella dismount, then climbed down himself. “I want to see Esteban and Don Luis.” He handed the reins of his horse to Isabella. “You stay here.”

When he found them, they were against the barn, their hands bound behind their back. He approached them, a sneer coming to his face. They were both frail old men. Striking a helpless man was wrong, but he didn’t give a damn. “Scum!” He grabbed Don Luis by the collar. “She is your flesh and blood, you greedy bastard!” Shaking him hard, Bull slammed him back into the metal wall. “I hope you rot in hell!” Turning to Esteban, he drew back his fist and slammed it into the man’s face. “I hope the cartel guts you. We plan on telling them how you betrayed their secrets.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Do you think they’ll believe you? Even now, the FBI is shutting down your money laundering operation.” He glared at the idiot who abused those weaker than himself. “I hope they torture you before they put you out of your misery.”

With a look of disdain, he spat on the ground at their feet. “Canyon, get this filth out of my sight.”

As his friend led Don Luis and Esteban away, Bull gathered with the rest of the men who’d helped him. “I appreciate what you did, more than words can say. I’ll pay you back when I can.”

Joseph and Noah scoffed at his words. “Nonsense, you’re our friend. No payment necessary.”

“Whatever you need, whenever you need it, you can count on me for anything.”

“I told you that I owed you one,” Josh laughed. “I just wasn’t expecting automatic weapons on foreign soil.”

“Neither was I,” Bull agreed. He glanced over at Isabella. “She’s changed my life in countless ways. I can’t let her go.”

“Are you staying here?” Canyon asked, knowing what his answer would be.

“For a little while, I need to see if she’ll forgive me. What comes next, I don’t know.”

After shaking each man’s hand one more time, they gathered Salazar’s horses and guns, riding off in the direction they’d come.

When Bull returned to Isabella, it was to find her in the arms of Magdalena, with Renata at their side. She looked exhausted. All he wanted to do was take her home and make her feel cherished and safe. But would she go? He glanced around at Terra Dura. Who in their right mind would want to leave this paradise to live at his shirttail operation?

“Benedict!” She came running to him, her face filled with doubt. “You aren’t leaving, yet, are you?”

Bull felt tongue-tied. He’d made so many mistakes with this woman. How she could still want him was a mystery to him. “I think we need to talk.”

Isabella’s face fell. “Okay, can we go up to the hacienda?”

Bull agreed. “Of course.” He knew she needed to rest.

Manuel brought them mounts and a wagon to transport Magdalena. Renata left to reassure her parents, promising to bring Lola home that night. Bonita was so glad to see Isabella that she couldn’t be quiet, nickering and whinnying, dancing beneath Isabella as she held on with a smile. The only dark cloud on the horizon was Isabella’s fear that Benedict Redford was about to tell her goodbye. Again. Heroes did this type of thing, they swept in when troubled threatened, but they didn’t always linger. 

Once they were indoors, Magdalena insisted on providing her mistress with refreshment.

“You need to rest, I can take care of myself,” Isabella said, but her argument fell on deaf ears.

“We are just thankful Don Luis is gone,” Magdalena said what they all were thinking. “He has been an arrogant leech to your kind nature.”

After learning all the details, Bull couldn’t agree more. “You’ll have to tell the authorities your story, but I’m sure your lawyer can provide whatever guidance you need.”

Isabella wasn’t concerned about all of this now. She only wanted to know where she stood with her hero. “How did you know I needed you?”

“Dax’s friend, Armando,” Bull began to explain. “Esteban was keeping his sister against her will, raping her repeatedly. Armando wanted to expose Esteban and his ties to the cartel. When he learned of the crook’s plans for you, Armando saw an opportunity to take him down with our help.”

Isabella nodded. “I see, this is good. He has done a great deal of harm to many.”

Knowing she felt that her rescue was just a means to an end, he went to his knees. “No, you don’t see. I came for you. I would have turned the world upside down to rescue you.”

She took his hands. “You came to me when I needed you most.” Isabella wanted to say more. She just didn’t know how to begin.

Bull looked into her face. “I love you. I’ll always love you.”

Isabella’s closely guarded control shattered. “You sent me away!” Her voice broke, she was unable to hold back the tears. “You’re reconciling with Carol! She told me so.”

Bull stared at her. “She did what?”

“Right after you told me to leave, you left your phone. She called and I was afraid not to answer, afraid something might be wrong with Luke. Carol told me you never wanted the divorce and you were taking her back so you could be with Luke.”

Bull frowned, shaking his head. “I didn’t feel like I had anything to offer you. I will probably have to declare bankruptcy.” He told her about the virus his stock had contracted. “I’ve had to cancel all of the upcoming events. My reputation is going to take a major hit. Bottom line, I didn’t think I was good enough for you. But I never, ever, not for one moment considered reconciling with Carol.”

“You would have Luke with you again.”

Bull framed her face with his hands. “I’ll always take care of Luke. He’s my boy.” He kissed her again. “But I could never be happy with any woman but you. You are everything to me.” He hugged her tight.

“I want to come home,” Isabella told him. “I will help you rebuild your business. I have faith in you.”

Bull kissed her neck, cradling her head to his shoulder. “I was wrong to push you away. I just didn’t think I was worthy of you.”

Isabella pulled away from him to stand next to the window. “Please, don’t ever utter those words to me again,” she stated emphatically. Spreading her hands, she indicated her home and all it contained. “I would trade everything I own for your love. Compared to what I feel for you, none of this means anything to me.”

Rising, Bull went to her, taking her hands in his. “You will make me the happiest man in the world if you’ll just be my wife. Will you live with me, Isabella? Will you be my love?”

“Yes!” She threw her arms around his neck. “Yes! I want to be your wife more than anything!”

“I will never ask you to give up anything you love. This is your home. This is your legacy. I just want to keep my business separate, I want to make my own way.”

She clung to him, so happy she thought she might shoot off into the sky like a falling star. “You are your own man, Benedict, but what I have is yours. I will live with you anywhere you say. Maybe we can spend part of our time here. You will help me run Terra Dura.”

Taking her by the hand, he began to lead her up the stairs, passing by portraits of her family. “This is my mother,” Isabella told him, pointing to a beautiful lady in a red mantilla. “And my father.” Romero Miguel Cortez was painted in full Matador regalia. “And this stately gentleman is my mother’s father, my grandfather, Jose Mercedes.”

Bull stared at the bewhiskered man in the white linen suit. “I know him. I’ve met him twice. He’s a nice fellow. He watches over you. I’m glad Esteban didn’t know he was here, he might’ve got caught up in the firestorm.”

Isabella looked stunned. Shocked. Thrilled. “You saw him? My grandfather?”

“I did, just today. I also sat by him at the bullfight, the one at the arena, the day we first made love. He told me all about the bullfight and all about you. I didn’t know he was your grandfather, then, he didn’t say.”

She grasped Bull’s arm. “My grandfather, Jose Mercedes, has been dead for years.” As Bull’s jaw dropped, she laughed. “Don’t you see? This is a sign. You and I belong together. It is ordained. Our lives are joined. Our futures will be shared.”

“Now, I’m a little spooked. I want a prenup,” Bull teased with a straight face. “Just in case you divorce me. You keep your holdings and I keep mine.”

Isabella narrowed her eyes and tapped him on the chest. “There will be no prenup and there will be no divorce.” She kissed him soundly. “Once I get your ring on my finger. I will never give you up.”

Bull could see there was no use arguing with Isabella. “You are adorably stubborn.” Taking her by the hand, he continued up the stairs. “I can see we’re going to disagree about some things in the future.”

“Yes, I am sure we will.” She walked primly by his side. “There will be times when we are at odds. After all, I am a Matador and you are a bull.”

“Why you little minx!” He grabbed her to him, picking her up, while she giggled with pure joy. “You know what happened when you waved a cape in my face, my beauty.”

“Yea, you gave me the horn.” She gazed into his face, her eyes becoming hooded and sultry. “Do you think we could do it again?”

As Bull mounted the landing, he stopped and buried his face against her chest. He held life’s greatest blessing in his arms. “I’ll do it as often as you’ll let me.”

“I want you all the time.” She tugged off his cowboy hat and hung it on a post, then stroked his hair, lovingly.

Benedict Carson Redford carried his miracle to her bed, then undressed her reverently after undressing himself. “You’ve got me, goddess. Heart, body, and soul.”

Isabella reveled at the possessive look in his eyes. She returned his stare, marveling anew at his beautiful body, layered with muscles and his thick, imposing cock. Trembling, she offered him her hand. “Come to me.” Caressing his cheek, she layered her lips to his, rewarding him with a slow kiss of full devotion. Lowering himself, Bull covered her body with his own, wrapping his arms around her. Isabella felt secure and cherished, she pressed to him, her desire growing.

“Touch me,” he pleaded. “Let me know you forgive me.” 

So, she touched him – feverish caresses to his back, his shoulders, his neck, and face. Each kiss they shared became more demanding, a swirling of tongues, hard, deep and burning. Sliding down her body, he spread kisses all over her plump breasts, suckling the swollen nipples, caressing her thighs and dipping his finger into the softness to tease her hungry clit.

Isabella burned for him. “Let me,” she whispered, nudging him to the side. “I need you in my mouth.” Kneeling over him, she clasped his cock and curled her tongue around the tip. When he tensed, stretching out his legs, she laved him, licking the thick shaft and suckling on the wide head. Wanting to please, Isabella savored him, soothing her hands over his thighs and sac as she pleasured him with her mouth. He held her hair, bucking his hips, pushing deeper and deeper down her throat. Isabella welcomed him, lapping at his flesh, ecstatic that he couldn’t hide how much he loved what she did for him.

Bull couldn’t be still. He was losing it, his hips lifting, shuttling his desperate cock into her mouth over and over as he moaned her name. “Isabella, my Isabella!”

She would’ve kept tormenting him until the finish, but he lifted her away, wanting more. “I need inside you, always inside you.” Easing her to her back, he rose to his knees and pushed between her thighs, plunging his hot, hard flesh into her welcoming heat. “Oh, God, yes, this is where I belong. Right here.”

Isabella felt the familiar rise of passion, a pleasure so intense she couldn’t explain it. And now, knowing he was hers forever, the sensations were even more mind-numbingly wonderful. With every thrust he made, Bull released a firestorm of desire within her.

As always, he was overwhelmed by her response. She lit up for him, gasping at his touch, tightening around him as she was flung over the edge in a breathless, mindless climax. He marveled how she clung to him, tightening her whole body to his, writhing beneath him in perfect pleasure. “Isabella!” he cried, unable to hold back, as he experienced her headlong response. “My Goddess. My wildcat. I love how you love me.”

“Forever.” She rested against him in perfect peace. “I will love you forever, my Bull.”

“My Toro.”