*Isabella's POV*
His other hand was a vise on my breast, roughly squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers found my nipple, twisting it in a sharp, punishing jolt that sent a bolt of pleasure-pain straight to my clit.
I was lost. A mindless, whimpering mess, pinned between the hard wall and his even harder body, being fucked within an inch of my life. The promise I'd made echoed in my head, a desperate mantra against the overwhelming pleasure. Don't cum. But it was too much. The feel of his cock pounding into me, the hand on my throat, the rough treatment of my breasts... it was a sensory overload, a perfect storm of sensation, and I could feel my control fraying, thread by fucking thread.
Just when I was sure I couldn't take another second, when the pressure was so intense I thought my bones would shatter against the wall, he pulled out again. The abrupt emptiness was a fucking physical blow, a cruel whiplash that left me gasping and sagging against the wall, my legs trembling so badly I thought they'd give out.
But he wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot.
He grabbed me, his hands like steel bands around my waist, and manhandled me out of the living room. I was too dazed, too overwhelmed to even process the movement. We were back in the kitchen, and with a display of effortless, fucking terrifying strength, he flipped me over. My stomach hit the cold, hard granite of the kitchen counter, the shock of it making me cry out. I was bent over, my ass in the air, completely exposed, my hands braced against the cool surface to keep from collapsing.
And then he was back inside me.
He slammed back in, his cock filling me in one brutal, punishing thrust that knocked the air from my lungs. There was no build-up, no gentleness. It was a pure, primal reclaiming. He started to fuck me against the counter, his hips pistoling with a relentless, punishing rhythm that was so fast, so deep, it was almost violent.
The angle was devastating. Every thrust hit my G-spot with pinpoint accuracy, sending shockwaves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain. My moans were no longer moans; they were desperate, broken sobs, torn from my throat with every punishing drive. The promise I'd made was a screaming mantra in my head, a fragile thread holding back a tidal wave of release. I was going to break. I was going to shatter into a million fucking pieces right here on his kitchen counter, and I was terrified, and I was so fucking turned on I thought I might die from it.
"Cum for me," he growled, his voice a low, husky command that was the only thing I'd been waiting to hear.
That was it. That was all the permission my body needed. The thread I'd been clinging to, the fragile promise I'd made, finally snapped. An orgasm, violent and shattering, ripped through me. It wasn't a gentle wave; it was a fucking tsunami, a blinding, white-hot explosion of pleasure that started in my toes and detonated in my core. I cried out, a loud, broken sound that was half moan, half sob, my body convulsing against the counter as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss washed over me.
With one final, deep thrust, he followed me over the edge. I felt him tense, a low groan escaping his lips as he pulsed inside me, his own release triggered by mine.
For a moment, we just stayed there, his body draped over mine, both of us panting, our ragged breaths the only sound in the silent kitchen. Then, he slowly pulled out, the emptiness a strange, welcome feeling. I heard the soft rustle of him removing the condom and the quiet thud of it landing in a nearby bin.
I was a boneless, spent mess, barely able to move, my limbs trembling with exhaustion. But then his arms were around me again. He lifted me effortlessly, one arm under my knees and the other supporting my back, cradling me against his chest. He carried me upstairs, his movements now slow and gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal, punishing fuck he'd just given me. And as I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart, I felt a strange sense of safety settle over me, a feeling that was almost as terrifying as it was comforting.
*The Next morning*
Holy shit. I woke up slowly, consciousness filtering back through a warm, comfortable haze. The first thing I was aware of was the weight. Not a bad weight, but a solid, grounding presence on both sides of me. I was sandwiched. My head was on a firm, warm chest, rising and falling with each steady breath, and a heavy arm was draped over my waist, a leg thrown over mine. Jacob and Damien. Again.
I blinked my eyes open, tilting my head back to see Jacob's face, peaceful in sleep. A slow, lazy smile spread across my lips. "Morning, Jacob," I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep and... all the moaning from last night.
His eyes fluttered open, a sleepy, gorgeous smile immediately finding me. "Come back here, sweetheart," he mumbled, his voice a low, raspy sound. He tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him until there was no space left between us.
"Do you think I'd let you run from bed again and miss this with you?" he murmured into my hair. "I'd prefer not to sleep, than to have someone snatching you away again, thank you very much, ."
A little giggle escaped my lips. "Someone," I commented, my eyes flicking over to Damien, who was still dead to the world beside us, a dark, silent mountain of a man. The corner of his mouth twitched, like he was listening even in his sleep. Fucking creep. I chuckled.
"You're such a goof," I added, turning my attention back to Jacob.
"And you're so beautiful," he said, his voice full of a sincerity that made my chest ache. He leaned down, planting a series of soft, warm kisses on my neck, making me shiver.
"Stop," I said, my voice a weak protest. "At least let me brush my teeth, for fuck's sake."
"Don't go," he pouted, his lower lip jutting out in a way that was so ridiculously endearing it made me laugh.
"Oh, Jacob, you big dufus," I said, wriggling around so I could get even closer, burying my face in his chest. I was so completely, utterly fucked. And I wouldn't have it any other way.