Her mouth parted and drew in a quick breath as he gripped himself in his hand. Though her cheeks tinted with pink adorably, she didn’t turn away as he stroked his cock; in fact, she almost seemed fascinated. Pushing her thighs apart, he covered her body with his.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Isabelle,” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. He began to kiss her neck, enjoying her little sighs of pleasure as the scent of her arousal made the air around him thick. He reached down and wrapped one of her legs around his hip, then slipped a hand under her bottom to raise her up as he lined the tip of his cock against her. She held her breath as he pushed in slowly. Fuck, she was tight and hot. He gritted his teeth, concentrating so hard on trying not to come right then and there like some teenaged boy that he didn’t notice how her entire body tensed. He pushed in, getting about halfway inside her when he felt the slightest resistance. The scent of salt filled the air, and his heart stopped when the realization hit him.
“Isabelle?” He went still then hoisted himself up on his elbows to look down at her. Streaks of tears tracked down her cheeks as her lips pursed tight, and her pretty face was twisted in pain. Fuck. “You’re a … you’ve never …”
She shook her head, her eyes pleading at him. “Don’t be mad, please!”
“Darlin’,” he began as he brushed the tears from her face. “I’m not mad. I just—” He tried to withdraw her leg wrapped tight around him. “We should—”
“No, don’t stop,” she urged. “I want this. Want you. Please.”
Holy fucking hell, she was begging him to take her virginity. It was wrong. So wrong. It shouldn’t be him. But goddammit, there was a primal feeling inside him that urged him, that relished the thought that she would only know him. He blew out a breath, then gathered her into his arms. He could hear and feel her heart pounding against his chest. “I’m sorry I have to hurt you.”
“You won’t—”
He silenced her protest with his mouth, coaxing her lips open so he could taste her again, then shifted his weight and pushed all the way inside her. She sobbed against his mouth, the sound of her cry making his chest twist in knots.
“Shh … it’s going to be okay,” he soothed, then kissed her again, wishing he could really take her pain away. He held her tight, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent and listening to her heartbeat.
A few seconds passed before her body relaxed. “I think … I’m good.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She looked up at him as her palms caressed his cheeks, her eyes trusting. “I want you, Ransom. Please make love to me.”
A growl rattled from his chest, and he sucked in a deep breath as he withdrew from her. She sighed, as he moved forward again. He reached down to her clit, circling it with his fingers until her hips were arching forward. His cock pressed deeper, stretching her, her tight passage giving way and becoming slicker as she relaxed. He cuddled her, kissed her as tenderly as he could manage as her body lost its resistance. His hands moved under her, to lift up her hips as he moved carefully. “Are you—”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.” And her arms wrapped around his neck, lifting her head up to kiss at his throat.
He grabbed her ass firmly. “Isabelle … Isabelle …” He moved faster, each time opening her up more. Her hips met his every thrust, as he continued to rut into her, her body gripping him so tight he thought he would pass out. “I can’t …” He closed his eyes tight, gritting his teeth as he groaned and felt his cock throb inside her. He held on, waited for the shuddering of her body to peak and die down before he pushed in one last time, filling her with his hot seed as his own orgasm ripped through his body, draining him.
Their breaths matched as they slowed down. He tried to pull away but she kept her hold on him. So he rolled them to their sides, their bodies still joined together. She sighed and rested her head against his chest, and he closed his eyes and sighed.
They must have dozed off because his eyes flew open when he heard an unfamiliar ringing sound. Isabelle, too, sat up and disentangled herself from him. “Sorry! That’s my phone.”
She scrambled off the bed and got to her feet, pushing her skirt down from around her waist as she grabbed her purse. Taking the phone out of her bag, she glanced at the screen and then tapped on it.
“That was my cousin. She was wondering where I went. I only told her I was going to the bathroom,” she chuckled. “I should go back to Blood Moon.”
His instincts screamed to tell her not to go, as did his wolf. He was about to protest when his own phone began buzzing across the side table. It was a message from an unknown number.
Urban Diner. 3rd Avenue. Midnight.
He didn’t need a second guess to know who that was from. Get the info, wait for the call, pass it on to his contact. He had to remind himself that was the only reason he was here. The time on his phone told him he had thirty minutes to make it to that meeting.
“I can’t believe you tore my top. That was Armani couture.” Isabelle glanced around, then picked up his T-shirt and slipped it on, tucking the hem into her skirt. “This’ll have to do, I guess, though I don’t know how I’ll explain it to Maxine,” she said with a chuckle.
Rolling off the bed, he hopped into
