He doesn’t need to do anything more for me to be ready for him, but his fingers slip inside mywetness anyway. I cry out, desperate for the high that only he can give me.
He had asked me in the library if Maxim made me come like he did.
And the honest answer is no. Maxim never made me come at all. He was too selfish in bed, toooblivious to my needs. I spent eighteen months pretending it didn’t matter.
But now, with Isaak’s body pressed against mine, with his hand on my breasts and his fingers insideme, I know how much I would have been sacrificing in marrying Maxim.
How naïve I had been. How foolish.
Isaak fingers me hard, forcing a moan from my lips that would have made me blush on any other day.But I need a release now, and all the comfo
