Chapter 51
Chapter 51
The annex bedroom door creaked open. Arietta, drifting in a light sleep, lifted heavy eyelids. Light spilled in from behind her. Turning, she saw a familiar figure.
“Isaac…”
He’d been away all day, welcoming the Remains Retrieval team. The room had been cloaked in darkness. The annual party celebrating the team’s descent usually lasted until dawn, and Isaac always stayed until the very end. It was the first time he’d returned so early, and come directly to the annex. He usually slept in the main house, sending only new artwork to her the following day.
Carrying the scent of the outside world, Isaac leaned over the bed. The mattress dipped, and still dressed in his clothes, he nestled against her. The sharp tang of whiskey clung to him. He couldn’t be drunk. Isaac never got drunk. He drank whiskey not for intoxication, but for the burn as it slid down his throat. So, Arietta didn’t bother asking.
“Why are you back so early?” Sleep tugged at her eyelids. Isaac buried his face in her chest. “Because of you,” he growled, unlike the man who mocked Benjamin for his volatile emotions. Ariteta stared up at the dark ceiling. “What did I do this time?” It was a brazen question, considering the guilt already gnawing at her for what she’d done while he was away. The sleeping pills in her jewelry box glowed faintly in the darkness, hidden from his view.
Isaac simply pressed his ear against her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. Slower than usual, since she’d just woken. The muffled rhythm confirmed his reason for coming. Satisfied, he nipped at her br3ast. Her slip strap slid down, revealing the pale curve of her skin in the dim light.
“Ow, why…?” She was exaggerating. He hadn’t bitten her that hard. Thinking this, Isaac opened his mouth wider, as if to consume the soft flesh. The tender peak hardened against his tongue, and a moan escaped Arietta’s lips. She reacted. It was something he’d confirmed repeatedly over the past few days, but the sweetness of it hadn’t faded. He exhaled a damp breath, rubbing his lips against her n1pple.
“Isaac, that hurts…”
Her n1pples were raw, abraded from his attentions. Her lower body, equally chafed, ached at his touch. Arietta stretched her arms above her head, complaining. Isaac didn’t ask if it was only pain she felt.
“Ah, mm…”
He knew how much pleasure she derived from their intimacy. Even if she had claimed it was only pain, he wouldn’t have stopped.
His arovsal, tireless and insistent, pulsed against her. Arietta could feel the hard outline of it without touching him. Sharp fangs, a sign of his excitement, threatened to graze her delicate skin. Her dryness began to yield.
“Be gentle…” she murmured, pushing her underwear down. Isaac moved over her. In the darkness, a metallic click sounded, followed by the searing press of flesh against her. Arietta willingly opened herself to the burning ache. The familiar size and shape filled her. He pushed inside, not with force, but with a deliberate pressure.
“Ha…” Arieta gasped, her voice unrestrained in its pleasure. The sound sent a shiver down Isaac’s spine.
“Why does it feel so good, even after so many times…?” Her voice was languid, laced with the wet sounds of their joining. “Ah, mm… mm.”
As if heeding her request for gentleness, Isaac moved slowly. Arietta matched his rhythm, her body trembling. The air thrummed with mounting tension. Finally, unable to contain herself, Arietta wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. A seductive, playful gesture. “Haa…”
“So hot…”
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