innocence had since flown out the window when isabel slipped away in the middle of the night to meet him, going against the grain of what she was taught growing up in a household where everything you did was scrutinized. against her better instincts, just to feel the colour of raw, gnawing devotion seeped into burgundy of flesh. it felt similar to a possession, as though he drew her in like the waves meet the shore, to depart and come back together again at its whim. compelled to seek out what was never hers, yet she was every bit his.
his touch conveyed everything, making her mind blank as every nerve ending came alive. initially, when she knocked on his door, she simply intended to absorb the homeliness of his company that he had the effect over before returning to where she came from. yet what unfolded was a wildfire unlike any other— a consuming desire, a contest to steal each other's breath, an epic claim. he was winning, he always did. this was a battle isabel would cede to.
by the time he was inside her, his touch etched itself into every corner of her memory. isabel, for the first time, embraced the flames of passion without hesitation. she felt his hand gliding up her neck while he was stretching her open with every thrust, her spine arching against the sheets as his digits encircled splendidly around her throat, without yet squeezing. he looked like he was intent on exploring her limits, learning what would push her further toward the edge she was willing to fall from if it meant he would share in the leap. her pupils dilated, pulse hammering under his steady palm, no hesitation to be seen within dark, deeply blue gaze that reminded her of the ocean she'd took space in every summer. then he pressed in firm. the pressure crashed into her instantly, tightening around her windpipe and making her next breath come shallow and hot, sending a fresh wave of heat between her legs, core gripping hard around him.
she could sense the way her body reacted to him. from nipples hardening, to trembling thighs, clit pulsing with every restricted inhale. the lack of full air made everything sharper, more intense. isabel’s head began to swim in the best way, light and dizzy while his hips kept slamming into her.
of course she tried to moan, but it fell out broken and rasping for air, almost silent under the choke. she hadn’t even noticed the faint hint of bliss coming into play against her lips, as fingers clutched his wrist, a dance of possession and encouragement, to feel how strong his grip was. the hunger within to satisfy the greed that lives there too, two halves of a whole granting her the audacity to finally articulate words, raw and obscene. ❝ harder please, daddy. i can take it. ❞
