I rub the head of my weeping cock up and down Isa's slick folds. She's ready. I've made certain of it. Not that it was a hardship. I lick my lips, knowing I'm going to want to taste her again, feel her coming against my mouth again. Hear the sounds she makes again. But though she's wet and hot, there's no denying it's going to be a tight fit. I bite back a groan as I look down at us, at how large my cock looks next to her delicate entrance. Patience. I have to go slow. I push in a little, clenching my jaw as the head of my cock is surrounded in her tight, wet heat. Just the tip and I'm riding the edge of my control.

Her body tenses under mine and I look up to meet her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, holding in place even though all I want to do is bury myself deep inside her, claim her body as mine.

"No," she says, shaking her head, her cheeks are flushed and her mouth is swollen from everything we've already done. She's so gorgeous, so responsive to my touch. So curious and innately sensual as she tries everything for the first time. "Keep going."

I nod, leaning down to kiss and suck at her breasts, skimming my hands lightly down her body. Pulling out a little, I push back in, sinking a little deeper. I lean back to look, her eyes are tightly shut, her head turned to the side as she accepts that little bit more. Reaching between us, I find her stiff little clitoris and rub it lightly as I thrust again. Deeper. She turns her head to the other side, her hands coming up to grip my arms, her short nails digging into my skin as her breathing deepens. I kiss her cheek, nuzzle her neck, keeping my fingers moving.

Hooking one of her legs with my arm, I pull it up and out, opening her up even more. I look down at my thick length spearing into her, her delicate folds gripping me. I quickly look away, worried I'll finish before I'm even inside her. When I have myself under control, I take a firm grip on her and thrust in the rest of the way, burying myself to the hilt, claiming her completely.

Mine. I am her first. She is mine.

She cries out, her back arching as my hips meet hers, her hands squeezing me hard. I kiss her slightly parted lips, staying still inside her tight, hot depths, giving her time to adjust to my length. She's small, tight. Patience. I grit my teeth as I force myself not to move when all I want to do is thrust, take Isa hard and deep until I've marked her so well with my body she'll never question that she's mine. I touch her, kiss her, smooth my hands over her until she starts to relax.

Her eyes open halfway to look up at me.

"Okay?" I ask, cupping the side of her face, searching her eyes.

"Yes," she murmurs, her hips moving a little against me. "Why aren't you moving?"

A bolt of heat spears through me at that plaintive question. "I'll move," I assure her, my voice low.

Slowly. I need to go slowly. I watch her face as I pull my length out, her body clinging to me deliciously. Then I push back in, just as slowly, one inch at a time until I'm buried deep once again, exactly where I want to be. She cries out, but that tense look to her face is fading, a flush of pleasure starting to take over.

"Good?" I ask, just to make sure.

She nods, her hands sliding down my arms."Yes. Keep going, please," she asks politely.

I let out a hoarse laugh as sweat slides down my back at the control I'm having to exert. I keep going. Slow and steady, watching her face, her body, taking my cues from how she reacts to what I'm doing. I want this to be perfect for her. I adjust my angle and she arches up against me, her mouth parting in a gasp. There. I hold her there as I thrust smoothly into her at that angle. My fingers find her clitoris again, pinching it, rubbing it.

"Adir!" she cries out, her body twisting under mine, the sound of her crying my name sends a hot stab of pleasure through my cock. "It's too much!"

"Shhh. You can take it," I growl, keeping up the thrusts and the stimulation. "Let it come."

She's so perfect. My eyes devour her. Her flushed face, her hair in disarray, the light layer of sweat covering her as the orgasm barrels towards her. She's almost there. Just a little more. She lets out a small sound and her body clenches down on me in a tight grip, her legs shaking as the climax hits her. Yes. I ride her through it, wanting it to last, wanting her to get every ounce of pleasure she can from it. I'm so focused on her, my own orgasm almost catches me by surprise.

I let out a hoarse sound as I sink into her still rippling depths, my balls drawing up hard as my cock shudders inside her. As I mark her with my seed. Just the thought has another wave hitting me, until I slap my hand against the headboard, bracing myself as tremors race through my body. I come harder than I ever have, until I have nothing left.

Our breathing is harsh as both of us slowly slide down from the peak. Sighing, I carefully pull out of Isa and lie down next to her, pulling her body in against mine. I kiss her damp forehead as her heartbeat steadies. She hums a little, burrowing in against me, tucking her face in against my neck.

"That was...very nice," she says drowsily.

I let out a startled laugh. "Nice?" I tease.

Isa smiles against my skin. "It was amazing, mind blowing, I can't get enough of you," she adjusts, stretching her sated body against mine. "Is that better?"

"It will do for now," I chuckle, a glow of contentment washing over my body.

This wasn't just sex. I've had just sex before and it has left me physically satisfied, but otherwise unmoved. This is a warm glow of pleasure that has nothing to do with the utter satisfaction of my body. Isabelle Stone is mine. I cup her backside and pull her in even closer. Mine. The beast inside me is completely in agreement, more satisfied than it ever is. Than I can ever remember it being in my adult life. Yes. The beautiful, intelligent, defiant Isa is mine.

I open my mouth to tell her how I feel, to tell her what she does to me, when a loud sound interrupts my thoughts. It's the comm buzzer. I frown, coming up on my elbow.

"What is it?" Isa murmurs, sitting up too.

"It's the—"

"Isa! Isa, it's your father! No, get off me, I have to speak to her!"

The sound of the buzzer striking rings through my penthouse. Then there’s the sound of a shuffling struggle. The comm button is behind the receptionist's desk. The guards must be pulling him away. My stomach sinks.

"Father?" Isa says, her eyes widening as she slides out of bed.

"Do not take him away!" I bark out an order as I follow her out of the tangled sheets. The comm knows my voice, I know it will reach the receptionist. "He's a guest! I'm coming down!"

Even as we both quickly make ourselves presentable, trepidation washes over me. There can be no good reason for Stone to be here.

I look over at Isa's worried face as we rush to the elevator.

And hope I'm wrong.