49. Reacquainting

His restraint snaps as our lips meet, devouring me hungrily. He lets go of my wrists and gets me out of my clothes. We work in a frenzy, our hands trying to get the feel of bare skin. I realize that I have missed this. My animalistic side has been starving, my heart has been yearning for this intimacy.

“The door,” I breathe out between kisses, arching my back as he palms my right breast.

Isaac’s frustrated growl makes me giggle. I feel high and feel as if every nerve-ending is alive. He reluctantly leaves the bed and shuts the door before prowling back toward me.

“Now you can scream my name as much as you want.” A deadly grin spreads across his lips and the gleam in his eyes makes my heart stutter.

“The door is not soundproof,” I retort, gasping when he pinches my nipple.

He nips and kisses every inch of my skin. He keeps me teetering at the edge with his fingers and tongue, devouring me slowly and torturously, sucking on my clit until I am writhing under him. I am too far gon