CHAPTER 155
"Lucian... ah! Lucian, please..." The sound kept repeating like a broken record. Isabella moaned, her voice cracking as she sobbed his name into the hollow of his throat.
The single finger redefined everything Isabella thought she knew about her own body. It was thick, calloused, and unyielding, stretching her narrow entrance until the skin felt taut and buzzing.
Her hand, which had been pressed to the throbbing base of his cock, finally slipped away, her fingers curling into the silk sheets as she lost the ability to focus on anything but the heavy intrusion between her legs.
Lucian didn't care that she'd stopped touching him. He was beyond the point of needing encouragement.
He moved his finger deeper, his knuckle dragging against her sensitized walls, making Isabella's vision blur.
The sound of his name on her lips was like oil on a fire. He added a second finger, forcing her legs even wider apart until she was completely exposed.
