A muscle in Isaac’s jaw pulses as his stare moves the length of me. “What are you waiting for?” I taunt.
His eyes flick up to mine, and he grins, devilishly. “Trying not to rip your clothes and take you so hard that I can’t have you again for three days. It’s been a while for me, Via.”
“Me, too,” I confess, the tone changing.
“You were my last,” he admits, and I feel like crying. Strangely, whenever I’d imagined Isaac over the last year, he’d never been alone. Now I know he was, now I know he was waiting for me.
“I love you,” the words spill out before I have a chance to stop them.
His look changes, his hand closes in on my face, and his thumb tenderly caresses my mouth.
“You’re my forever, for always.” Leaning down, he touches my mouth. “For always, Via.”
I can’t stop the tear that springs free, but Isaac kisses it away. Slowly, he clutches either side of my dress in his hands and pulls it open revealing my naked body underneath.
“You stripped bare for me?” he questions without tearing himself from staring at my body.
“I did, just before we left the party, I wanted to do something for you.”
Isaac grabs my hand and places it over his jeans and his bulging dick. “You do something to me naked or not, Via. You always have.” His voice is raspy, and I tug at the buttons of his jeans. He moves away from me, and I whimper at the loss of contact. Isaac smirks down at me and finishes unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them off and revealing his naked form. I swallow and lean up onto my elbows divesting myself of my dress one arm at a time. I lay back down completely naked matching my man.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, wanting to feel his skin against mine in every way.
“I’m clean,” he replies.
“I trust you,” I admit, a rawness in my tone.
Isaac closes his eyes for a moment like my words have saved him.
“I love you,” he breathes out.
“I know.” And I do. Finally, I really do.
He places his open palm at my throat and looks down at our connection. Then dragging his hand down my body, he shows attention to every inch of my skin that he can reach before finding his way between my legs. Slipping his fingers inside me, I gasp. He claims my mouth again as his fingers stroke me until I can feel my climax just out of reach.
“Isaac, I need to feel you,” I cry out as my muscles lock tight.
He grins, his eyes hooded and just like that, his fingers pull out, and in one motion his dick fills me.
“Ahhh,” I moan, biting down on my bottom lip.
Every part of us is touching, he’s melded to me. As he kisses me again, his tongue ravaging my mouth, he moves his length in and out of me, slowly, exquisitely, possessing me, loving me. He doesn’t give me hard and soft, fast and slow. He doesn’t fuck me, no… he makes love to me. Isaac James shows me why it’ll always be me for him. As we crest the wave of our orgasms together, he proves his words that I’m his forever, for always.
Isaac shifts us, so he’s lying on the bed, and he pulls me on top of him. He swipes the sticky, damp hair from my cheek and kisses me softly on the forehead.
“You gave it all up for me,” I say softly.
“I’d give up my life for you, Via. You have to know that by now.”
“I do,” I tell him honestly. “I believe in you, I always will.”
His eyes watch me, looking for something. Then he smiles. It’s beautifully breathtaking, and my heart aches—in such a good way—as it swells, more than I thought possible, with my love for him.
“I believe in us,” he replies. And I know, from here on out, we’ll be okay.
ISAAC
I never knew life could be this sweet. The day I was placed with Mum and Dad is still burned into my brain. I was six, but I wasn’t stupid. My parents saved me then. For five years I lived my life making sure Via was safe… saving her. A year ago today, my life finally started when she saved me.
“Do you know what you want?” Helena asks arching her eyebrow at Via, there seems to be a story there.
Via looks at me and winks. “So, a while ago I wanted a tattoo that Helena temporarily talked me out of getting. Then you came back into my life, and things got a little… crazy for a while.”
I grind my teeth remembering her being kidnapped, but she soothes me instantly by pushing her dainty hand in my large one. “It slipped my mind, and so to Helena’s delight, I never got it done.”
“Yes, it was a stupid tattoo and not right for my best friend,” she states with her hands on her hips.
I look between the two and decide not to ask what it was.
“Anyway, I know what I want.” Helena nods at Via’s statement, and that’s my cue.
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours, baby, okay?” I murmur, leaning down and kissing her hard on the mouth.
“Mmm,” she purrs back, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Two hours later and with all my errands run, I
