Passion 2.

**Isabella**

I drew in a deep, steadying breath, steeling myself before I quickly turned to face him. I hadn't been prepared for the magnificent sight that awaited me. Razor stood there on his boxers, his shirt nowhere in sight, and the sight of his broad, sculpted chest immediately seized my fucking attention.

My throat constricted, and I swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump of desire that had risen within me, forcing it to settle in the pit of my stomach.

"Isabella," he repeated, his voice taking on a harder edge, "are you alright?" His piercing green eyes studied me as he used a towel to wipe his jet-black hair, the muscles in his tattooed arms contracting with mesmerizing grace.

Fuck, he's so handsome!

"Yes, I am," I replied, though my voice came out as a low, throaty moan, my gaze still ensnared by the tantalizing sight of the rising and falling of his toned abs.

I cleared my throat and finally managed to tear my eyes away from his seductive physique, focusing on his face instead. "I was uh… just looking for clothes for tomorrow," I explained.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Oh, and have you made your decision?"

"Yes," I wrangled my hands dramatically in the air, " I'll just head back inside now," and probably pray to the moon goddess that you'll fuck me until I'm screaming out your name in pleasure.

I turned to walk past him, but my steps faltered when I felt his strong hand wrap around my arm, pulling me back with a force that pressed my body against his unyielding chest. Fuck! My heart raced as I raised my gaze to meet his lustful eyes.

"Not so fast, baby girl," he purred, drawing me closer into a bone-crushing embrace. I inhaled his intoxicating, natural scent, and it sent electric waves coursing through my body.

He leaned back, his mesmerizing green orbs fixed on my face, their intensity making my knees weak. My lips were still tingling from the memory of his last kiss as I bit down on the plump flesh, desperately trying to hold back my desire for him. The intensity between us was undeniable, a magnetic energy drawing us closer, filling the air with anticipation and need.

Breathing heavily, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the force. The scent of his minty breath wafted towards me, sending a shiver down my spine. It was a heady mixture of desire and arousal, intoxicating my senses even more. Every inch of my body yearned for his masterful touch.

Eyes locked, I closed my own in a silent invitation for him to continue. His lips crashed upon mine without warning, a wildfire of passion engulfing us both. His hands pulled me closer, gripping my ass with firm possessiveness, igniting a surge of electricity through my entire being. I responded with equal fervor, my lips matching his intensity, exploring every inch of his mouth with a hunger that matched his own.

Our tongues danced together in perfect harmony, a duet of desire that knew no boundaries. The sensations were overwhelming, teeth occasionally clashing as our passion grew more urgent. A moan escaped my lips when his teeth grazed my tongue, the mix of pleasure and pain sending a surge of desire straight to my core. My thighs fucking clenched involuntarily, aching to be touched.

As my robe fell from my shoulders, guided by his strong hands, the air around us crackled with electricity. The soft fabric of my nightie followed suit, slipping off my body and pooling on the floor below. I stood before him, completely exposed, vulnerable to his hungry gaze.

His eyes raked over me, glimmering with a primal hunger. From the curve of my face to the rise of my breasts, his gaze lingered on every curve in between, finally settling on the glistening wetness between my thighs. Heat radiated from my core, causing me to instinctively press my legs tightly together, a futile attempt to conceal my helpless desire.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes never leaving the sight before him. "So incredibly wet for me," he husked.

My long, dark lashes quivered nervously under his intense gaze, unable to withstand the weight of his stare. My eyes drifted downward, and I instinctively used my hands to shield my lower body.

His strong arms, seemingly possessed by a maddening desire, reached out and firmly gripped my ass, sending a jolt of ecstasy coursing through my body. Fuck! I couldn't help but release a breathless moan, my legs trembling beneath me.

"Please," I whimpered, feeling a rush of heat spreading through me.

"Take your hands off," he commanded in a low, dominant tone, his words sending a shiver down my spine. My hands fell to my sides, surrendering to his control.

Before I could comprehend his next move, his muscular arms scooped me up, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his body as he carried me into the room. He gently placed me on the bed, and his lips found my nipple, clamping down with a mixture of pleasure and pain that left me groaning with need.

"Don't cum," he husked firmly, his fingers boldly delving into my core, driving me to the brink of desire. "Or I'll spank your naughty ass."

"Please," I cried out, my fingers digging into his back as I clung to him, unable to endure the relentless teasing any longer. "Please, I need you now sir."

He seized my legs, spreading them wide apart before thrusting his length inside me. Fucking finally! My inner walls seemed to welcome him eagerly, clenching around him as if they were made for this very moment, drawing him in without mercy. He pounded into me vigorously, each thrust causing me to moan uncontrollably and pushing me closer to the edge. It felt so freaking good.

"Please, sir, please," I gasped, tears of frustration welling up as I begged for permission to cum. I never imagined I could cry for permission to experience a fucking orgasm, but I was on the brink, unable to hold back any longer.

"Cum for me, baby girl," his commanding words were all I needed to let go. The orgasm that had been building within my stomach exploded, causing my eyes to roll back as I let out a loud, unrestrained moan.

"Ahhh," I groaned, the sound echoing through the room, and I didn't care if my voice  fucking reached far and wide. I was floating on cloud nine as my legs trembled, my core pulsating with exhilaration, and I collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Subsequently, Razor's desire surged, and he exploded into me with an unrestrained groan that resonated through the room, leaving a lingering, charged energy in the air. Gasping for breath, he collapsed on the bed beside me, his heaving chest echoing the intensity of our encounter.

"Thank you," I found myself whispering, the words escaping my lips almost involuntarily, gratitude mingled with desire. "Thank you for letting me cum."

He jolted back up with an intensity in his eyes, gracefully shifting his body to rest on top of mine. "You're welcome," he smirked.

His lips descended, brushing against mine in a gentle, lingering kiss, as he used his hand to tenderly sweep away stray strands of hair from my face.

My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed hard, trying to resist the allure of his captivating green eyes. I nervously willed myself not to succumb to his fucking charm, I have to meet Ian tomorrow and plan my escape.

"You're so adorable, my Isabella," he whispered, his lips descending to place delicate kisses along my neck, causing my body to shiver in response. "You're mine, every part of you, body, soul, and heart."

His fingers asserted their grip on my core, sending waves of pleasure through my body, and I couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. "Say it," he demanded.

My mind was a whirlwind of sensation and longing. "My body, soul, and heart belong to you," I stuttered, my voice quivering as his skilled touch heightened my desire.

At this moment, I was willing to give my fucking life completely to him.

"Good girl," he groaned, and without warning, he rekindled our passion, reentering me with an urgent thrust, which drew a low, shared groan. I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his back, pulling him closer as the urgency of Ian and my escape plans faded into the background.

For now, all I wanted was to get fucked by Razor again. Tomorrow will take care of itself.