She whimpered from the sheer brutality of his kiss as she began to squirm in his arms. He didn't ease his hold on her, didn't lessen his bruising onslaught. He wanted to punish her, to show her he was stronger, that he was the one in control. When she whimpered again, and her hands fluttered up to push at his chest, he finally eased the force of his mouth against hers.
His hands loosened on her arms as he lowered her to the ground, refusing to relinquish her mouth. Her hands pushed against his chest, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He ran his tongue lightly along her lips, but she refused to yield to him.
He moved slowly over her, licking and tasting, determined she would give in to him. She gasped when he nibbled her bottom lip, and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She remained rigid in his grasp, then her hands stopped shoving against his chest to curl into his shirt, and her tongue hesitantly came out to meet his.
He groaned as a bolt of desire shot through him, causing him to become erect instantly. She tasted so good and felt unbelievably right as she melded against him. Her full breasts pressed against his chest as her tongue entwined with his in a thrusting, mating dance. No woman had ever felt as wonderful or been so enticing. When she released a low moan, the erotic sound caused his shaft to jump in anticipation.
He released her waist to caress the exposed skin of her flat stomach. She trembled as he moved steadily higher, tracing his fingers over her delicate ribcage before skimming across the lacy edge of her bra. Her trembling grew stronger as he molded his hand over her firm breast and began to massage it. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch as her shaking increased. He wanted to smile with triumph, but he was too far gone with her to do so.
He released her hair and grabbed hold of her waist again, holding her up as he moved his hand to her other breast. He rubbed his dick against her as he pressed his pelvis against hers. She moaned with pleasure and instinctively arched into him. Releasing her mouth, he began to kiss his way across her long, delicate neck. He grew even more aroused by the scent of her blood, so pure and sweet as it pulsed through her veins.
He groaned as he rubbed against her, felt her, tasted her until he was consumed by her. Never in his life had he felt so lost with a woman, so totally out of control with lust. He couldn't get enough touching her, couldn't get enough of the way she felt and moved. He wanted, needed, to feel every inch of her, to possess her.
Isabelle jerked as his mouth descended on her nipple, and he began to suck on it. Even through the thin material of her tank top, his mouth seared into her, turning her to liquid heat. Never had she imagined something could feel as magnificent as he did or that something could be this consuming. Her fingers wrapped in his hair as he nipped at her, causing her body to melt everywhere at the same time she caught on fire.
"Stefan!" she gasped.
The sound of his name on her lips in that erotic, husky tone, damn near drove him over the edge. He hungrily reclaimed her mouth as his hand slid down to the edge of her shorts.
"Isabelle!" Ethan's loud pounding on the door broke her carnal haze. She jumped and pulled her mouth away from Stefan's. "Isabelle, are you in there?"
"Ye... yes!" she stammered out.
"Is Stefan in there with you?"
His eyes were impossibly black now, the pupils unnoticeable in the cloud of passion smoldering within them. "No! Why?"
"Because Jess is up there making a thousand pancakes, and we can't get her to stop! Do you know what's going on?"
At the mention of Jess's name, she wrenched free of his grasp and cast him a scathing look. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to ease the remaining passion in her body. "I'll be right out!"
"Hurry up! She's like a robot we can't turn off, and she's freaking me out!"
Isabelle would have snorted with laughter at the distress in his voice, if she hadn't been so infuriated. She berated herself for letting Stefan arouse her when she’d resolved never to let it happen again. But whenever he touched her, all her willpower melted away. She was beginning to hate herself for the weakness she possessed. She hated him for it, hated herself for it, and vowed fervently it would never happen again. He would never touch her again.
She waited for Ethan's retreating footsteps to fade before turning back to Stefan. Her body still burned from his touch, but she was determined to stand her ground. She could do it; she could refuse him anything, as long as he didn't touch her again. It was only when he touched her she lost all control. She'd never thought lust could be stronger than reason, but she knew now it was.
"You better go stop her," she said coldly.
He raised a black eyebrow as he surveyed the incensed woman before him. She was back to being angry with him again. By the time he was done with her, she would be too tired to even think about being mad. Hell, she wouldn't even be able to think.
"And why is that?" he asked.
"Because she's your girlfriend!" she spat.
"Jealous?"
Isabelle nearly screamed. He was the most aggravating, infuriating man to walk the face of the earth. He was also the most sensuous, desirable, and irresistible one too. She firmly shut out those thoughts. She didn't know where they came from. She fisted her hands at her sides as she glowered at him.
"Hardly!" she snorted.
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