Chapter 0328

My body responds instantly as Isolde's fingers trace over my abdomen, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. The heat between us is undeniable, but I need to be certain she understands what she's asking for.

"What did you have in mind?" My voice is rough as her hands glide up under my shirt, exploring every inch of my chest. The fabric rides up, and I yank it off, tossing it aside.

Her gaze devours me, dark with hunger, before meeting my eyes. "I'm not entirely sure."

"You can have whatever you want—but only if you're comfortable." My fingers tighten on her hips. "There are no limits with you, Isolde. I'm yours."

She leans in, capturing my lips, and I let her take the lead. It's agony holding back when every instinct—and Magnus—demands I complete the bond. I crave burying myself inside her warmth, marking her throat with my teeth. But not yet. Not until I feel her fangs sink into me in return.

My hands slide up her thighs, gripping her hips as she rocks against me. The friction is maddening. One of her hands braces on my shoulder, the other tangles in my hair as she deepens the kiss, claiming control.

When her mouth trails down my neck, I groan as her teeth graze my marking spot. My cock jerks beneath her, and she smirks before continuing her path down my chest. Little bites mark my skin—her way of branding me—until she reaches my shorts.

Mimicking my earlier move, she tugs them down with her teeth, sliding off the bed to strip them completely. Now it's just my boxers separating us.

"Your turn." My voice is thick with need. "Take it all off."

She stands, watching me. "Do you want that?"

"Yes." The word comes out as a growl. My eyes are black with hunger.

Slowly, she pulls her shirt over her head. I lick my lips, drinking in the sight of her. Never have I wanted anyone more.

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Her bra follows, pooling at her feet. My gaze drops to her perfect breasts—small, perky, utterly flawless to me.

Then she turns, bending to peel off her shorts, giving me a view of her incredible ass. Gods, I want to bite those curves. And soon, I will.

When she faces me again, hesitation flickers in her eyes. Doubt creeps in. "Come here," I command, crooking a finger.

She crawls back over me, unintentionally seductive. The moment she's close, I haul her onto my lap. The heat of her presses against my cock, separated only by thin fabric. It won't take much to push me over the edge.

"What's wrong?" I brush my lips along her jaw.

"I want to please you... but I don't know how."

I grind up against her. "Feel how much I want you?" My voice is raw. "You already are." She needs to know this is about her comfort—not just my desire.