Page 59 of Branded

“I would rip the world apart if I saw someone else touching you, Sawyer, and if I have my way, I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

Like a tiger unleashed from his cage, Isaac storms across the room and grabs the back of my neck and yanks my lips to his.

When I was a teenager, and still living in Tennessee with my family, I would go to these cliffs with my friends at a lake the next town over. We had to park our cars at the swimming hole then hike our asses through the woods, uphill, just to get to them. It was the perfect clearing to the ledge, overlooking the sparkling lake and I’d always take a running start down to the path and jump with my arms over my head, enjoying that split-second rush of adrenaline before I hit the water below.

That same rush is in my stomach now as Isaac backs me up against the wall and kisses his way down my neck, except it isn’t going away. My stomach is in knots, flipping and moving about as adrenaline pumps into my body.

That’s what Isaac does for me.

He gives me the ultimate rush.

I feel his strong hands slide from my shoulders, down my forearms then his fingers lace into mine.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I do. His eyes are dark, predatory, but they are still his—filled with softness and respect.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose then slowly raises our linked hands skyward and pins mine to the wall behind me, over my head.

“Your heart is racing,” he whispers, as he lays kisses across my chest and I drop my head back with a thud against the wall.

“Mmm,” I whimper. “I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he speaks directly into my ear, and it tickles all the way to my toes. “I want this. I want you. It’s just me and you. No reason to be nervous.”

“I was worried you’d be angry,” I say, flexing my fingers around his. “But I had to tell you. I had to let you know how I feel.” He presses his knee between my legs and I cry out at the delicious pressure. “Oh my God, more.”

“I had always thought about what our first time would be like.” He trails kisses along my jaw as he talks. “In my mind, I always thought it would be rough, like we couldn’t get enough of each other.” He lowers my arms from the wall and guides them around his shoulder then leaves them there to encircle me with his. “I wanted to ravage you, to fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day.”

He’s never talked to me this way before. It’s so dirty, so forbidden, and I fucking love it.

I slide my hands up into his hair, destroying any semblance of style that it had, and burying my fingers in, scratching at his scalp. We are both still fully clothed, but I’ve never felt so raw, so wanted, in my entire life.

“Don’t you still want that?” I ask, moving my hips slightly, trying to find a bit of friction against his thigh.

“Fuck yeah, I do, but that was before I got to know you as a human, Sawyer. Before I saw how beautiful you are on the inside as well as the outside, and now, I just want to worship at your fucking feet.”

He grips each of my ass cheeks and hoists me into the air. Thank God for the slit in my dress giving me the access I need to wrap my thighs around his strong body. My center is pressed right above his belt, and the apparent sex-starved animal I am begins to grind up against his hard abdomen. Each move sends a tingle down my legs and my toes curl into my still worn pumps.

“You’re going to kill me,” he groans into my neck, then leans back to look at me.

“But what a way to go.” I roll my lips together then smile.

He spins us around to hold me up against one of the four posts of the bed. The wood is thick and smooth against my skin. He angles his hips to anchor me so he can free up his hands to shed his jacket with my help. I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the skin where my ass and thigh meet.

Fuck, he’s big.

“You’re still shaking,” he says, as he pushes some hair from my face. “Put your hands on my chest.” I place my hands in the center of this chest and I can feel his heart positively racing under my touch. “Feel me. Feel what you make me feel.”

“I’m shaking from nerves, from adrenaline, and because I want you so badly my body is on fire. Every nerve ending I have is awake and pulsing. I’ve never felt this before,” I tell him softly. Not able to produce much of a sound at all. All of my energy is going to the feelings in my body.

I’ve also never talked this much during sex. I’ve never been so open and honest about what it’s making me feel and the things I want. Every sexual partner I’ve ever had has been decent, don’t get me wrong, but there was never this... palpable energy between us.

Our words are foreplay as much as our actions are.

“Neither have I,” he tells me.

Our lips and tongues dance together while I make work of his tie, yanking it free, and tossing it somewhere onto the floor where his jacket and his belt soon join the pile. My hands are trembling with excitement and eagerness when I lower his zipper and reach inside of his slacks to grip him tightly.

His cock is thick and his skin is velvety. I slide my nail over a vein that runs down the side then curl my fingers around him and give him a gentle tug.

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