Unforgettable

Chapter 19 I "You're killing me."

Isaac's POV

She looked like an angel when she was sleeping. I was always torn between watching her sleep or waking her up with my tongue between her legs. After she almost fainted after the last time I made her come last night, she deserved to rest, so I got out of bed quietly and put on a pair of boxers before going to my office.

"What do you got?" I ask my brother who was staying here until we had all the necessary security figured out for Allison. I had her surrounded by security at all times without her knowing, but after the recent events, I will not have her without any visual protection walking around.

"Our suspicions came true. The attack came from our own rows. We believe the uncertainty triggered them, thinking you were just flaunting another girl rather than giving them an heir." My brother explained, making me furious.

"They should know I don't flaunt women." I sit down and immediately make my decision. "We'll leave for America tomorrow. We move forward with the arrangements." Immanuel agrees, making a call to get the jet ready for tomorrow.

"Am I invited?" He then asks with a smirk, earning a glare. I was about to say no, not seeing the relevance of having family around, but thoughts of Allison stop me. She will never forgive me having such an important event at a simple warehouse.

"If you must." I mumble. "Let's take Bella, she can be there for Allison in case there's any problem." I tell him, not happy with the stupid smirk he's sporting.

"You mean if she tries to run?" Exactly, but I wouldn't admit it.

"She won't run." I state with confidence. And even if she does, I won't let her escape. She will become my wife, as soon as I can arrange it. Thoughts of her upstairs alone in bed make me eager to return, so I get up. "Oh, before I forget-" I start. "The wedding needs to be as normal as possible- her parents will attend as well." After that, I go back upstairs, pulling Allison against me.

And for the first time in my life, I have trouble falling asleep, excited like a kid before Christmas about the next day.

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Sleeping beauty was real. And I had her right there in my ed where she belongs. Allison was still fast asleep, despite me running my hands up and down her body for at least an hour now. We were already late, yet I couldn't bring myself to care. Tardiness and being late were the things I despised the most, yet I couldn't care less when the woman of my dreams laid there next to me, looking good enough to eat.

Another glance at the clock only showed me we were even more late than expected, so I gently pulled her legs apart, guiding my hands down to her pussy. She stirs slightly when I guide my fingers through her lips, kissing her neck to get her to slowly wake up. A soft sigh escapes her full lips when I gently begin rubbing her clit, wanting her to start the day just right.

"You're killing me." I tell her when her hands grip my wrist and the sexiest noises are heard.

"Oh fuck." Her back arches, pressing her perfect ass right against my cock, making me snap instantly. Sitting up, I wrap her legs around neck and lick her sweet pussy. "Wait, ah god-" Her sleepy state combined with pleasure was entertaining to watch, but as she gripped my hair, pulling just right, I knew she was close to coming, so I let myself enjoy it. "I- I'm" she stutters, always so overwhelmed with pleasure, so I finish the sentence for her.

"Perfect" I growl against her pussy, loving how her orgasm comes so sudden and powerful, she can barely breath. Not wasting any drop, I lick her clean, loving to feel her shake in my arm, telling me I did everything right.

"You're gonna kill me one day." She mumbles, looking like an angel with her hair sprawled out on the white sheets. The perfect opposite of myself.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I kiss my way up her gorgeous body before allowing to taste herself on my tongue. "We're already late baby." I let her know in between kisses. "Wee got to fuck in the shower, if you'd like to have breakfast still." I smirk, lifting her into my arms, enjoying the feeling of her legs wrapped around my waist when I carry her into the shower.