Steamy

And then, her white night dress became known to him. Her scent became known to him as well, roses. Isabelle noticed the change in his eyes, for some reason they had soften. She wondered if she wasn't serious enough or her gaze wasn't hard enough, she wondered if she should've pressured him more.

 He noticed her neck, they were bare and exposed due to how messily her hair had been tied up into a bun. With his left hand, he pulled the curtain rope and the natural light which had been provided for by the moon was blocked. The brightness of the room had greatly reduced but not completely gone for there was a small candle placed at the corner of the moon which managed to give the room some light.

He swiftly held the back of her head before she could adjust to the sudden change in the room keeping their gaze locked in. He watched how her gaze soften and without much hesitation he locked his lips with hers. The hand still positioned on her head began to move slowly through her hair and his other hand he placed on her back tightly holding her close to him.

Isabelle couldn't comprehend what was on going, she was in an intimate position doing something intimate with him. She suddenly became hot, the whole room felt hot. Her head was spinning and when she couldn't take it any longer as she was now finding it hard to breathe, she placed her hands on his chest gently pushing him and away and he didn't budge. He kept on going and her body kept responding and parts of her body began to ache in desire. She kept pushing and began whimpering.

He stopped. He knew he had pushed it too far, he knew what she felt at the moment, the reaction of an intimate session. Using his eyes, he quickly checked her, her clothes were still on. Her hair disheveled, face all flustered with a mixture of desire and confusion, the straps of her night dress hanging off her shoulder. His eyes caught her neck and without thinking, he held her once more and tilting her head and sucking on her neck.

A purge of sensation ran through her, soft moans and sighs escaped her mouth which fueled him even more. He continued and the sensation grew even more, the hotness of the room grew. Her moans became louder. Isabelle had never felt like this before, it was all too much for her to handle, she was overwhelmed with the sensation and she began begging him to stop. She couldn't take it any longer, the begging persisted for a few more minutes and then he stopped.

She was unable to catch her breath, her head rested on his chest while she was recovering from the intimate session. He lifted her up from the floor and into his arms, he walked towards her bed and placed her on it. Her eyes were closed, she was still recovering. Seeing the state that she was in at the moment and with him on her bed really close to her, he wanted to continue. One last kiss he gave her, a light one and he teleported the moment she opened her eyes to look at him.