𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Nineteen

Isabella

"Um... Isa, you're loud as fuck," Emily said from outside the door. I quickly covered my mouth, trying to stifle any sound. His face was still buried between my thighs, and he glanced up at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, um... yeah, can you try to keep it down?" Emily continued from outside.

I quickly moved my hand away from my mouth. "I... uhh, sure thing," I managed to say, my voice shaky from the intensity of the moment.

As I heard Emily's footsteps fade away from my door, I attempted to pull my legs from his grasp, hoping to get up. But my efforts were in vain; he was still firmly between my thighs. "Lay your ass back down," he growled, his voice commanding.

"Shh, keep it down," I said, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks, not wanting Emily to overhear.

"Look, Bella, I'm pretty sure she's heard everything," he said, smirking.

He called me Bella, not his usual pet or dog. Bella. a nickname that I surprisingly love. I gazed at him, feeling my blush deepen, and instinctively moved my hands to cover my face, only to realize that my glasses were no longer on my face. I started to glance around the room, searching for them. Suddenly, he rose from between my thighs, his movements deliberate and filled with a predatory grace. With the back of his hand, he wiped away the evidence of my arousal, my wetness glistening on his chin.

He didn't speak, but his actions spoke volumes. He moved to sit on the edge of my bed, his gaze locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. His lips parted slightly, and he licked them, savoring the taste of me that lingered on his tongue. It was a primal gesture, a reminder of the raw desire that pulsed between us.

In that moment, as he sat there, watching me, I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet strangely exhilarated. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire deep within me. It was a look that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he reveled in it.

"I took your glasses off; you're not supposed to sleep with glasses," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

"Um... thank you," I mumbled, avoiding eye contact, my blush deepening. I hoped he didn't notice. He was so incredibly hot... How could someone be so beautiful?

"My face ugly or something?" he said, staring at me intently. "Fuck no— I mean... no, your face is perfect," I said, feeling his gaze piercing through me. But why did he think I was lying?

Then I noticed he was sitting bare-assed on my bed. I glanced down at his length and sucked in a deep breath.

Then stop staring before I shove it in you," he said intensely.

"I... uh, okay," I stammered, feeling embarrassed. I couldn't even finish the sentence. He got up, still bare, to grab my glasses and handed them to me. He put his underwear back on, along with his pants. I quickly put my glasses on, feeling protected. My glasses were like my armor at times.

When I thought he was going to head for my window, I was wrong. He cupped my chin and tilted my head up. "I showed you my face only because I felt bad for what I did," he whispered. He felt bad? Like he felt guilty?

"Oh," I said, trying to look down.

"Look at me, Isabella," he demanded.