Admission

ISABELLA'S POV

His low, rough words washed over my shaking, twisting body. Crying a little, tormented by those long, probing fingers as he brought me to moist readiness, I tried again to free my hands, and this time he let them go.

“Now,” he crooned, pulling the nightgown up. I lifted myself to aid in the removal of the frustrating garment, pulling it over my head myself and throwing it across the room.

Alex’s face tightened even more as he stared down at my naked body, at my flushed, glowing skin. Briefly, his eyes closed, and he ground his teeth together.

Carefully he rolled to his back and guided me astride him. “Slow and easy,” he muttered, his eyes glittering like black fire as he positioned himself for me. “Let’s go easy, a little at a time.”Oh Alex,” I whispered achingly, closing my eyes at the probing of his flesh against mine. I braced my hands on his chest, my fingers flexing in the mat of curly hair, and slid onto him.

He made a guttural sound and arched beneath me, his ha