The Final Stalk

Forever His

As they return home, Izzy finds herself increasingly drawn to Ash. His raw power, his unwavering resolve, the way he commands respect without even trying - it all serves to heighten her attraction to him.

Once inside their apartment, Izzy lets her gaze roam over Ash's physique, appreciating the muscular lines of his arms and torso. She remembers the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, the heat of his body pressed against hers.

A sudden surge of desire courses through her veins, igniting a fire that's been smoldering since the day they met. Izzy realizes, with crystal clarity, that she's fallen deeply in love with this complex, dangerous man.
Without a word, she crosses the room, closing the distance between them.

Ash watches as Izzy approaches, his eyes following her every movement. He knows what she's thinking, can see it written clear on her beautiful face. And he's more than ready to reciprocate.

His heart pounds in his chest as she draws near, her scent filling his nostrils, driving him wild with desire. When she reaches him, he pulls her flush against his body, groaning at the feeling of her soft curves pressing against him.
"Izzy..." he murmurs, his voice thick with longing. "My love..."

And then his lips are on hers, claiming what belongs to him. Their kiss is intense, passionate, filled with all the pent-up emotion they've been denying themselves for far too long because of business.
Ash breaks the kiss only when he needs to catch his breath, panting heavily as he gazes down at Izzy.

Izzy returns Ash's kiss eagerly, lost in the intoxicating mix of desire and passion that surges between them. Her body molds itself to his, every inch of her yearning for his touch.

When they break apart, she speaks in a husky whisper, her eyes shimmering with unspoken feelings. "Make love to me, Ash. Show me how much you love me again."
She pulls him towards the bedroom, their bodies intertwined as they move together towards the bed.

Ash follows Izzy willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for her. Once in the bedroom, he pushes her gently onto the bed, his hands roaming over her body as if memorizing each curve and contour.

"God, I've missed you," he growls, his voice laced with lustful intent. "Missed your taste, your touch, your warmth."
He strips off his clothes impatiently, revealing his chiseled muscles and throbbing member. Then, he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between Izzy's spread legs.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, his eyes locking onto hers. "Tell me you need me as much as I need you."

Izzy lies there before Ash, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. She looks up at him, her eyes blazing with a fiery intensity.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you, Ash. More than anything else in this world."
Her hands reach out, grasping at his shoulders as she pulls him down towards her. Their bodies collide in a rush of sensation, skin against skin, hot and slick with desire.
"Take me," she pleads, arching her back to press her nipples against his chest.

Ash's hands cradle Izzy's face tenderly as he gazes deep into her eyes, his own shining with adoration and devotion. The air is electric with tension, every fiber of his being attuned to hers.

"Izzy," he begins, his voice trembling with emotion. "From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different. Special. And now, after everything we've been through... I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're mine."