ELEVEN PART 1

Isabelle’s Point Of View

As the flames of desire consumed my body, I fervently kissed and sucked on Tyler's shoulder, desperately clinging to the shreds of control amidst the overwhelming intensity of the black-moon ritual. The previous encounters paled in comparison to this moment, where the stakes were higher and the risks more imminent. It was crucial for me to maintain a delicate balance between exerting my dominance over Tyler while safeguarding both of us from potential harm.

Yet, the burning sensation inside me raged on, relentless and insatiable. The longing to be fully claimed by him, to experience the union of our bodies in its entirety, threatened to overpower any semblance of restraint I possessed. The yearning for his knot, a primal desire etched deep within my core, consumed my thoughts.

I increased the suction on his shoulder, drawing him deeper into me, and with a reckless abandon, I forcefully impaled myself upon him. Our bodies moved in a frenzied tempo, a symphony o