Chapter 13: A Taste of Temptation

The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow from the city outside casting shadows across the lavish space. The sheets beneath us were cool, contrasting the heat between our bodies. Isabella lay beneath me, her dark eyes locked onto mine, challenging, daring, full of desire.

Her fingers trailed down my back, nails scraping lightly, sending a delicious shiver through me. She wasn't just any woman she was used to control, used to power. But tonight, I was going to make her surrender.

"You talk a big game," she whispered, lips brushing against my jaw. "Let's see if you can back it up."

A smirk tugged at my lips. "Oh, you'll see soon enough."

I captured her mouth with mine, claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt. Her breath hitched, and when I pulled away, I saw it, the slight parting of her lips, the way her chest rose and fell faster. She wanted this just as badly as I did.

I traced a path down her body, my lips following my fingertips as I explored every inch of her. She arched beneath me, her soft gasps filling the air as I took my time, teasing her, learning every sensitive spot that made her tremble.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. "Frank…" she moaned, her voice breathless, pleading.

I chuckled against her skin. "Patience."

I continued my slow torture, dragging my tongue over her soft curves, taking in the intoxicating scent of her. She writhed beneath me, desperate for more, but I wasn't going to give in that easily.

When I finally gave her what she wanted, a shudder ran through her entire body. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her head thrown back, her lips parted in a silent cry. I didn't stop, not when she trembled, not when she begged, I pushed her further, higher, until she was gasping my name like a prayer.

Then, just when she thought she had caught her breath, I moved over her, positioning myself between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure, her lips swollen from our kisses.

"You ready for me?" I asked, my voice rough with need.

Her fingers trailed down my chest, nails scraping lightly. "Stop talking and show me."

I smirked, then plunged into her with one deep thrust.

She let out a sharp gasp, her nails digging into my back. I groaned, the sensation of her wrapping around me making my head spin. She was tight, warm, perfect.

I started slow, rolling my hips in deep, measured strokes, making sure she felt every inch of me. Her body arched against mine, her hands gripping my arms, her breaths coming out in ragged moans.

"Faster," she pleaded, her nails dragging down my skin.

I obeyed, increasing the pace, feeling the way her body clenched around me. She met each thrust eagerly, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. The sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room, a mix of heavy breathing, desperate moans, and the creaking of the bed beneath us.

I flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips firmly as I drove into her from behind. She let out a strangled moan, her back arching as I found the perfect angle.

"Frank…" she gasped, her voice full of both pleasure and desperation.

I gritted my teeth, my own release building as I watched her unravel before me. I reached around, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had her body quaking beneath me.

She screamed my name as she shattered, her body tightening around me like a vice, pulling me over the edge with her.

With one final deep thrust, I groaned, my entire body tensing as I released, the pleasure ripping through me like a shockwave.

For a few moments, all that existed was the sound of our ragged breathing, the scent of sweat and desire hanging in the air.

Isabella collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. I lay beside her, running a hand down her back, feeling the way she shivered under my touch.

She turned her head, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "I think I just found my new favorite distraction."

I let out a breathless chuckle. "That was just the beginning."

She arched a brow. "Is that so?"

I pulled her closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

She shivered again, but this time, it wasn't from exhaustion it was anticipation.

If this was just night one, the rest of the month was going to be unforgettable