Bittersweet.

My vision goes red, fixating on Damien's firm grip on Isabela's hip, an inch above her ass. God, I want to rip his fucking arms off. Isabela trashes her wedding dress, opting for a classic, white glittery body-con dress that enhances her curves. She's gone from a princess to a Queen. The entire last hour, she's kept a small smile on her face as Damien parades her to all the guests.

All the air from my lung rushes out when Damien taps his cheek, signaling Isabela, and she kisses him. Pain radiates through my chest as if someone's fist clashed with my gut. How selfish of me to regret my decision once it's too late. I never do learn, do I?

"Someone looks jealous," Lorenzo taunts, a fat grin emerging on his lips. He shoves a few olives into his mouth, chewing with a smile. "I understand, though. Isabela looks extremely fuckable, and that's coming from me. Damien is never going to stop showing her off."

I groan. "Go bother someone else with your commentary."

Lorenzo raises his hands up to appear defenseless, rising from the table, causing the drinks to whirl in a circle in their glasses. He grabs the three coronas and places them in front of me with a glass full of ice.

"Looks like you're going to need them more than me," Lorenzo adds, patting my back before disappearing into the dance floor.

A surge of urge waves through me like an incoming tide. A part of me wants to, but I can't break my commitment. Alcohol does more harm than good. I've seen people throw their lives away for this, and I couldn't comprehend how or why-- for an unforgettable night? Showcase their rotten qualities to the world. Ambush their innocent children with their fists...

The music shifts from beloved Italian classics to reggaeton, trembling the floors from the severity of the speakers. Damien is on the dance floor with a train of five girls grinding on him. He's holding them by the waist, returning the same vigor in his movements. Isabela isn't anywhere in sight.

Hoisting from the chair, I scour through the route of tables for any sight of my girl. Remorse flashes in my chest. Isabela sits on the chair, her legs crossed as she taps on the table with a bored expression. She deserves to have the groom's undivided attention and affection. If it were a normal circumstance, this would be the best day of her life-- she should be smiling until her cheeks hurt.

I'll make her smile.

Extending my hand, I ask, "Can I have this dance?"

A full-blown smile crawls across her face. "I-In front of everyone?"

I shrug. "There's nothing wrong about a harmless dance, beside Damien is a bit preoccupied."

The soft ridges of her fingers slip between mine, fitting between the folds like the last piece of a puzzle. The item is recognizable without the final part, but it's never truly complete without it. How did I go through life without this piece? Because lately, it seems like I lost the will to be without it.

I have lost a piece of myself every day ever since Vanessa died.

But somehow, I'm finding the fragment in the shadows with the help of Isabela.

Sensual colors flash on the dance floor as the music switches to a smooth, sinful slow song. A glow of excitement glimmers in Isabela's doe-eyes, crinkling to form the emotion of happiness on her face. The bodies on the dance floor grab a partner, clutching their companion with a millimeter of space between them.

Maybe it won't be as innocent as I thought.

Isabela intertwines her fingers behind my neck, holding onto me as my hands fall into the grooves of her hips. "My family always danced to these kinds of songs during our celebrations. It's called Bachata. Ever heard of it?"

I shake my head. "Can't say I have. Is it hard?"

Isabela narrows her eyelids with a questioning look until she shakes her head. "Not at all. My baby cousins were able to do this before they could even speak. Just follow my lead."

Her body slowly moves to the rhythm of the music, stepping twice to the right and repeating in the other direction. Before I can catch up, Isabela twirls herself in a short spin, confusing the fuck out of me. How does the spin match the dance? Ice skating is easier than this shit.

Maybe the universe is trying to tell me we're incompatible because every time I go left, Isabela goes right. My feet constantly step on hers, but all she does is laugh. Don't even get me started on the imaginary cue for the spin because I miss it every single time.

"Jimmy-Steve could dance better than you, Jesus," Isabela teases, her face perking up with interest. "How does it feel like to be outdone by a pig?"

I playfully roll my eyes. "I'm trying. It's just not registering. Why do we keep going in the opposite direction?"

Isabela laughs, removing her hands from my neck and turning around, pressing her ass against my lower region. Flutters explode in my stomach like fireworks as she places my hands on my waist. Isabela is leading, and I'm enjoying every second of being the student in the equation. The dance feels more intimate than before-- our sexes conceal by a small layer of clothing.

Finally, I get the gist of the dance until Isabela pulls away, returning to our original stance. "Try again, Mr. Lui. Just count one, two, three, four to the music."

Right as I mouth the number two, I step on Isabela's foot and jump away only to stomp on her other foot. Her laughter sparks a match within, lightening the pieces of my soul that I thought had been snuffed-- Isabela heals the broken light.

Embarrassment floods my cheeks. "What the heck am I doing wrong?"

Isabela's irises flash with amusement. "I think it's adorable. You can't always be good at everything you know."

My heart pounds. We both break into a marathon of laughter, unable to keep the full-blown smiles off our faces. We're in the center of the orbit, living within the other planets surrounding us. Isabela's cheeks turn to a deep shade of pink, and I love the new exposure our relationship is being pushed towards.

Happiness floods from Isabela and my face when Damien sticks his frame between us, pushing us worlds apart. It's like I'm on the edge of a cliff, clinging to the rocks with a flimsy rope. My body instantly yearns for her touch, her warmth, her everything. Damien whispers into Isabela's ear, keeping his gaze locked on me as he palms her ass. My stomach rolls, but I can't display my disdain on my face.

We don't need another problem on our hands.

"Go get me a drink, bitch," Damien demands, shooing me off as he pulls Isabela into his chest, bearing most of his weight on her shoulders.

With a sad smile, I walk to the bar. My absence calls the attention of Damien's bachelor mafia friends, swarming between him and Isabela like a crowd of fans running into their favorite celebrity. My skin tingles with awareness. Damien laughs, banging his forehead against Rocco like a couple of jocks. Isabela wraps her arms around herself, focusing on the floor as a few of Damien's friends crowd her.

My blood boils.

None of them better lay a finger on her.

The fucking bartender is taking a century to make this drink.

Luckily, if I can even consider this acceptable, Damien pushes his buddies away from Isabela, marking her by forcing a kiss on her lips. Her nose scrunches up, but Damien holds her chin in place. My whole body tenses up. Why the fuck did I let her get married? I can't witness this without wanting to tear his body limb from limb.

"Scotch on the rocks," the bartender announces, and I raise my hand, half my attention elsewhere.

Motherfucker.

My body coils with rage. I'd come prepared. I wasn't entirely sure if I was going to use it, but fuck it-- when did Damien deserve my respect? Reaching into my pocket, my hand grinds against the ziplock bag, and my veins fill with giddiness. Damien isn't going to know what hit him. He will be out like a light. A smirk extends across my face as I pour the white powder into Damien's drink, mixing the shit until it's dissolved.

It's impossible to keep a straight face as I hand Damien the drink-- good thing he's too focused on his friends.

"When are you going to take one for the team and let us all hit that," his buddy with brunette buzz-cut jokes, oogly Isabela, like she's a piece of meat.

And I thought it couldn't get any worse.

Damien's face hardens. "What makes you think I'll let you guys fuck her before I do? Find your own virgin."

"Then after," he pleas. 

Damien sips on his drink. "I'll think about it."

Isabela's mouth drops open. "What? You can't auction me off like a house."

With a snarl on his face, Damien downs the drink in one go, and tightens his grip on Isabela's waist. "I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. You're mine now until death do us part."

Isabela rolls her eyes. "I need some water."

Damien removes the leash on Isabela, letting her walk over to the wedding table, and she seizes a water bottle from the table. My hand graces her back, causing her to tense for a second before relaxing into my touch.

"Listen to me," I whisper in her ear. "Do everything you can to convince Damien to go to the bedroom."

Confusion mars her face. "W-What? B-But he wi-."

"Trust me." I console her by rubbing my palm on her shoulders. "Everything will be fine. You just have to get him to the bedroom."

Isabela bites her lips, worry surveying in her gaze. "O-Okay. I trust you. I'll do everything I can."

The plan is in motion. He's bound to start feeling it in minutes, and I need him to be out of sight before his family catches wind. Isabela heightens her charm, twirling her hair with her finger as she stands beside Damien. He scrunches his nose at her before shrugging his shoulders. Blowing out an agitated breath, I stare at them, holding the urge to roll my eyes back. 

Isabela lies on his shoulders, muttering something to him as she holds onto his hands. I wince at how close they are. Fuck this plan. Watching her flirt with that lowlife motherfucker is scorching my organs from within. My nose cringes when Isabela initiates a kiss, burning my pupils with the sight of a whole make-out session. It goes on for far too long for my liking-- hair tugging, ass grabbing, tongues. I have seen enough to lose my appetite for years.

Once Damien pulls away, his lips mark with pink lipstick and a fat grin as he weaves Isabela through the crowd on the dancefloor. Lagging behind, I follow them to the entrance of the vacant house; the music dying down the higher we get in the mansion. I waited until I heard the bedroom door slam before climbing up the steps like a madman. My nerves buzz like it's on a haywire.

"I've been waiting years to fuck you, Isabela," Damien groans. The noise of fabric ripping fills the silence. "You've been riped and ready for me since you were fifteen."

"D-Damien," Isabela's voice tremors. "Y-You're going too fast. I'm not r-ready."

He scoffs in disbelief. "Why else would you fucking take me up here? To fucking talk? Either you do this willingly, or I force myself on you-- your decision."

Pain slices through my chest as the silence shifts into a scream of terror as the squeak of the mattress violently pounds. Fuck it. I can't wait. Opening the door, Isabela stares up at me with wide doe-eyes, releasing a sigh of relief. Damien is on top of her frame, struggling to tear the dress from her body.

"What the f-fuck?" Damien stands up, wobbling back and forth on either leg, gripping the walls for assistance. "M-Move over. I-I'mmm tirreed," he slurs as he falls onto the bed, resting his head on Isabela's boob.

She pushes him off her and instantly runs into my arms, clutching onto me as if I was Cuddles for the night. My head rests on hers. Her breathing is short in fast-paced breaths, matching the way my chest tightens. Isabela's hands rest by my waist as her heart calms down-- content with me.

"I'm sorry, baby." I kiss the top of her head. "I should've never asked you to do that. I just wanted us to have some alone time."

Isabela peers up at me. Those thick black eyelashes frame her beautiful, enchanting brown irises that could make any man weak in their knees. I would gladly count them individually to have an excuse to stare at her longer. The light makeup on her eyelids only amplifies the beauty that is her. Seriously. Jesus Christ. How did I get so lucky? How did I reach the point of barely breathing when I'm with her?

"Do you ever get tired of being my Prince Charming?" Isabela asks, nibbling at her kissable lips.

I shrug. "I always considered myself more of a Shrek or Flynn Rider."

Isabela gasps. "You're totally a Flynn Rider. Oh, my gosh! How did I not see it before? You have his personality down pat."

I playfully roll my eyes. "Oh, shut up. I'm a fucking beast, and we both know it."

Isabela's hand caresses my cheek, spreading her warmth inside and out. "Why do you say that? Because of the scar?" I bob my head, rearranging the bandana over it. "It doesn't take anything away from you. You're the only man I see."

A hint of embarrassment slithers through like a snappy snake. Men aren't allowed to have insecurity-- my dad's voice rings in my head. I never had a physical one until he gave me this grotesque scar. It's his way of haunting me from beyond the grave. The bandana is the only thing that severs that connection, that memory, that night.

A frown mars Isabela's face as she leads me to the bed, taking her rightful spot on my lap. Her vanilla-scented hair wafts into my nostrils, filling every sense with her. My heart flutters as she rests her petite hand over mine, slipping her fingers into my thresholds. She snuggles her forehead into the crook of my neck, breathing soundly.

Her other hand toys with the white ribbons on her wrist. "You don't have to feel insecure about your scar, Julian. If it makes you feel any better..." She tugs on the material, revealing a jagged, clean scar on her wrist. My heart drops. Isabela pulls at the ribbon on her neck, exposing her secret. "You're not the only one with them. We can be broken together."

My eyes well up with tears as my finger strokes circles on the rough skin. Sometimes it's easy to forget how we are both human with our own struggles to endure. I always wondered how could someone like Isabela-- a person who radiates like the sun see something in me. She witnesses the battered soul under all the amour.

"It all happened so fast," Isabela breathes out. "I just wanted everything to end permanently. It was so awful being stuck in the darkness. I found a glass shard and figured, what's the worst thing that could happen? It gets a bit hazy after that. A lot of regaining and losing consciousness before I found myself in the hospital."

Her finger wipes the tear rolling down my face. "Don't cry for me. If they didn't save me, then I would never get to meet you."

I sniffle, placing a kiss on the side of her head. "What a great mindset to have... I don't deserve someone like you at all."

Isabela clenches her jaw, removing herself from the crook of my neck and piercing her brown doe-eyes into my soul. "Is that you talking or your dad? Julian, you can't be so hard on yourself. Clearly, this scar means something to you, and I hope one day you will trust me enough to share, but I know there isn't another person better than you that exists in this universe." 

My nerves thrum with an explainable feeling, and the only way to cure the madness is by kissing Isabela. Her arms circle around my neck as I respectfully place one hand on her cheek and the other on her waist. A silent gasp escapes Isabela's throat when I lick her bottom lip, gathering access to her completely. Sweet like candy.

Her hand inch toward my hair, tugging and ruffling her fingers through it. My heart rate kicks up as I flip us over, gently lowering Isabela to the mattress as I lie over her. Isabela moans into my mouth as I grab her by the neck and suck on her kissable lips. Her moans garner attention from my dick, standing tall like Mount Everest. We get lost in each other's orbit-- a way I wouldn't mind staying like.

Groaning, Isabela's hands fall from my face and run down my torso, tugging on the hooks of my trousers. "Julian, I'm ready. I want you. I need you so badly."

"Fuck Isabela," I grunt, dragging my fingers down her pretty, swollen lips. "Do you feel how bad I want you?" I press my bulge against her inner thigh, causing her eyebrows to jump up in shock.

Her small hand grabs the head of my clothed cock, stroking it back and forth. Without breaking eye contact, Isabela bends forward, placing an innocent kiss on the tip. How fucking cruel. Is this my payback for all the times we had to cut the time short?

"I want to see you," I swallow, heart hitching in my chest. "All of you..."

Isabela wiggles out of the dress, throwing the sparkly material on her unconscious husband, revealing her braless tits and white lace thong. I didn't waste a single second. My hands grip her pretty, perky tits, squeezing the peaks as Isabela softly moans into my ears. This must be what heaven sounds like.

It's finally time for payback.

To use her skin as my canvas as I lather my love bites across her skin. My lips trail from her neck to her shoulders, down to her breasts, peppering them with kisses. Her first time is going to be fucking perfect if it's the last thing I do. She's so goddamn beautiful. Isabela's breathing shallows as I suck her nipple, flicking, nibbling on it.

My eyes widen when she sneaks her hand through my waistband, curling her fist over the head of my cock. I'm throbbing for her touch.

"It's my turn to make you feel good," Isabela seductively whispers into my ear, fisting her hand up and down.

With heavy eyelids, she lays flat on her stomach, peering up at me with an innocent smile as she tugs my pants down. My cock springs up from being constrained and her eyes widen.

Worry glimmers in her gaze. "I-I don't know how I'm going to fit it into my mouth. I don't want to fudge up. I... I want to make you happy."

My finger drags her bottom lip down. "Don't worry, baby. Use your hands on whatever doesn't fit in your mouth. But you have always been an overachiever... I'm sure you can take it all."

The challenge swirls like the eye of the storm in her pretty, brown eyes. Swallowing, I bring my hand up to her neck and hold her at her nape. She pauses, stills and silent, eyes gleaming with an urge, batting those little eyelashes up at me.

"Go ahead," I rasp. "Suck it."

The moment she wraps her fingers around the base, I let out a sharp hiss and throw my head back. Fuck. If her touching it has me in over my head, then I will fucking lose it when she sucks on it.

Without breaking eye contact, Isabela runs her tongue up the base of my cock, causing a shudder to roll through my body. Her irises flash with delight as she repeats the same motion before pulling my tip into her warm mouth.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, strangled. "You're a natural." Her giggle vibrates against the base of my cock as she slowly inches more into her mouth. "Good girl. Show me how much you can fit in your pretty little mouth."

Isabela uses my thighs as support, placing her hands on them as she slides down the base of my cock, stopping about two-thirds of the way down when the tip hits the back of her throat. I gnaw at my lip. Her doe-eyes fill with tears.

"Relax, baby," I breathe. My hand winds into a handful of her hair, gently guiding her further down. "You can take more than that. I thought you wanted to make me happy."

A dangerous smirk plays on my lips. To my surprise, Isabela takes in a few more inches. She bobs her head up and down. Slowly, at first, but somehow she fucking masters the task in under a minute-- being a gentleman. I support her by holding her hair up as she bobs up and down my shift in rapid succession.

My breathing grows more labor. Closing my eyes shut every time the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat.

"Fuck baby," I say roughly, throwing my head back. "You better stop now before I lose control."

Saliva coats Isabela's lips. "B-But I want to taste your come."

Can she be any fucking hotter? She's desperate to have me, to taste, to feel me-- how in the world did I get so lucky?

Bending forward, I connect our lips, exchanging the tastes of our arousal in each other's mouths. It's a dirty, filthy kiss with passion as I feel around her entire body. My fingers itch to engrave every trace of her body in my memory forever. Isabela's breaths quicken as we alternate our position with her back hitting the bed, and my body over hers.

My mouth waters, and my heart beats out of my chest. She's fucking out of this world-- a goddess, and somehow I'm lucky enough to witness her in full glory with my own two eyes.

"This sweet little cunt is all mine," I rasp as I slide two fingers, knuckle-deep, inside her. "Right, baby?"

Isabela moans softly. "Y-yes. All yours."

Fuck.

I want to taste her.

Gripping her by the hips, I yank her toward the edge of the bed and hold her thick thighs apart for access to her pussy. Isabela whimpers as I drop a soft kiss an inch above her clit. Her lips are leaking with arousal, glistening under the fluorescent lights. Her eyes fall shut as my hot breath fans her sensitive area. I love how easy it is to take her to another world.

I nibble on her tender peak before soothing the sting with the flap of my tongue. She moans louder, fisting the bed sheets. Isabela tastes like five-course. Her hips buckle, begging for more friction.

"P-Please... more. Julian, I want more."

"So fucking needy." I darkly laugh as I lick the entirety of her silt, sucking on her clit as I bury two fingers deep into her pussy. Her eyes roll back as she gnaws on her bottom lip hard, frantically breathing.

My tongue twirls around her clit, repeatedly hitting the spot that warrants a massive reaction from Isabela. She grinds against my hand, arching her back off the bed. I add another finger, stretching her to the brim to get primed and ready for my cock. Isabela clamps her mouth shut, her eye half-lid, rolling back from the sensitivity.

"That's it, baby. Are you going to come for me?" I tease. "Good girl. Let me taste all of you."

"Ju-lia-an! I'm going to co-." she moans, her thighs trembling around my head as she tightens and loosens them around me. Her entire body shudders as her breaths fall lower, her glistening eyes staring at the ceiling.

Removing myself between her thighs, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and smirk, pushing away the strings of hair on her face. "If I could stay between your legs every day of my life-- I gladly would."

A breath whooshes out of her throat. "That seems pretty dangerous for my own sanity."

"How so?" I tilt my head, teasing her with the question.

Isabela trembles, rising from the bed, resting her head on her knees as those enchanting brown eyes scour through mine. Fireworks explode in my stomach.

"I'm afraid to say..."

A light bulb pops in my head. Something is telling me I know exactly what she's referring to, but I rather not put an emphasis on it until it's too late. Hopefully, for the both of us— we never reach the tip of the iceberg.

I scratch the nape of my neck. "I-I got you something. It was a graduation gift, but after everything... I didn't have the heart to give it to you. Ever since that day, I have never had another opportunity until now."

The golden locket with the purple butterfly. It's always with me— waiting for the day, and it's finally arrived. I've held onto this for far too long, and it's time I share a piece of myself with someone else.

Her won't always be here for me.

Rummaging through my trousers, I clutch onto the golden material as Isabela's eyes widen in puzzlement. Shit. My heart thuds in my chest-- I think I'm fucking nervous. This is me being vulnerable, and I always sucked at this shit. Hopefully, I don't fuck this up.

Clearing my throat, I dangle the necklace in my fingertips. "Do you mind turning around?"

Isabela blinks, tilting her head as she slowly shifts for her back to face me. The soft music of silence envelopes us like a mug of hot chocolate on a chilly day. There is a small gap in the navy velvet curtains, causing a beam from the moonlight to glisten on Isabela-- like a real-life angel.

I trace the outlines of her narrow shoulders, receiving a muffled sigh from Isabela as I push her hair to the left side. The golden necklace graces her skin. It never looked better until tonight. This heart was made to be over hers.

"Shit," I whisper, struggling to close the latch on one of the loops of the necklace-- I would. At a time like this, I would.

Isabela's worried expression swims away to the abyss as her eyes soften, her fingers touching the surface of the butterfly. "W-What's this?"

My fingers ruffle through my tangled knots, darting my eyes to the ground. The walls of my throat collapse inwards, struggling to communicate what I want to say. My mind gets lost in the ocean of thoughts. A wave rushes through, ambushing me to open up. Let Isabela soak up everything like a sponge.

My gaze wavers between the moon and the floor. "It was a gift to Vanessa from my mother. When she died, my mother gave it to me and said to give it to someone I can't be without. Initially, it was a simple heart locket, but I had the butterfly added-- because you're a butterfly. All you need to do is be free."

My heart skips a thousand beats when her hands rest over mine, settling her fingertips between the grooves of mine. An innocent gesture, yet I'm crumbling in the palms of her hands. Whether we become something more or not-- she will forever live within me.

"Is that what you really think?" Isabela murmurs. "You can't be without me?"

I slowly bob my head, turning to face her. The way her irises bleed into mine drags me into her vortex. They're glistening under the moonlight, almost like unshed tears. The type of tears that mean pure happiness.

"My heart beats because of you..."

Without warning, Isabela collides her lips against mine, and I immediately sigh upon contact. Her fingers tickle the back of my head as she fists my locks, settling herself into my lap, grinding slowly. Mid-kiss, I pull away, switching to mark a path down her neck and engulfing myself in her sweet, soft moans.

"J-Julian," she breathes.

"Yes, baby?"

Isabela's pupils are dilated with lust as she lowers her head, grazing her nose against mine. "I want you to make me yours. Fuck me. Please."

A knot of tension grows in my lower region. Besides wanting to learn more about her, I wanted to fuck her since day one. Stealing her lips for another kiss, I grit my teeth against her lower lip as I lay Isabela on her back on the bed. God... is this really about to happen? Her fingernails gently scrape my back as her tongue explores my mouth, devouring me as I fall victim to her affection.

My dick twitches against her thigh.

Isabela laughs. "At least I know I'm not the only one eager. Do you have..."

A lightbulb pops in my head. "Oh, yes. It's in my pocket. Somewhere."

Fuck. This is embarrassing. I feel like a teenager about to lose his virginity. Maybe because I'm about to do the act with someone I care about for a change-- these circumstances have me running around like a chicken with no head. Searching through my pants, I feel the tinfoil of the condom I saved in case Isabela decided to go this far.

"Got it!"

Isabela nibbles on her lips, watching me anxiously as I rip the packaging open. My aggressive tear rips not only the packaging, but the condom in half. Blood rushes to my cheeks. Fuck, man. If I can't open a condom pack, how the fuck am I going to fuck her the way she deserves to be?

Ripples of uneasy laughter escape my throat. "Well, this is awkward..."

Isabela shrugs. "I mean... you're clean, aren't you? And I've never been with anyone, so I'm okay with it if you are."

"Yes!" Avid excitement laces my voice. God. Can I maintain composure for a second? Isabela seems to enjoy my juvenile acts as she covers her laughter with her palm. "I mean, yeah. If you're okay with it."

Isabela's hand thrust up and down my hardened shaft, tightening around the base of my cock. "Fill me up, Julian."

My mouth waters. Trying hard to retain my smile, I remove her hands from my shaft, pushing her to lie flat on the bed. I pull her thighs toward the edge of the bed, holding them wide open as I spit a glob of salvia onto her glistening clit. Isabela rests on her elbows to observe everything I'm about to do.

"God, baby," I lower my voice, rubbing my shaft over her wet clit, agonizing us. "I've thought about stretching you out since the day I met you. Are you sure you want this? Your needs before mine."

Isabela nods, biting on her lips. "Yes. Trust me. I'm ready."

Inch by inch, I push the tip of my cock between her warm folds, instantly melting from desire. God, I'm barely in, yet I'm about to release. A loud moan expels from Isabela's throat, her eyes rolling back.

"Oh god," Isabela moans. "It's so big."

"Baby." A cheeky smile emerges on my face as I push the strands of hair away from her face. "That's just the tip." Her mouth falls open. "If it gets to be too much, tell me. I want this moment to be everything you have imagined."

She slowly bobs her head. "O-okay."

My mouth skates over her lips, capturing them in a fervent kiss as I thrust the rest of my cock inside her. Moans slip free from her throat, swallowed up by my mouth. Fire and electricity spark from our connected lips, fusing with the sweet vice of her pussy lips, suctioning my cock. I'm afraid to move, afraid to burst and ruin everything in under a minute. Caring about someone completely alters this kind of experience.

Her hands dive into my hair, spreading her fingers, exploring the soft strands as her tongue battles against mine. Inch by inch, I pull myself out until the tip before ramming right back into her.

"You take my cock so fucking good, baby," I praise against her mouth before catching them in another bruising kiss.

"H-harder."

My breath hitches. "Are you sure about that, baby?" She bobs her head.

I grunt with amusement as I pull away before her intoxicating lips, holding her thighs in a way that causes her back to arch. Isabela bites her lips, studying my every movement with pleasure written all over her face. Her fingertips brush over the outskirts of my scar, peeking through my bandana.

I tense.

Her eyes soften. "I hope one day you can feel comfortable enough to share them with me as I have."

My hands tighten on her thighs, thrusting my cock into her without a sign of remorse. It's somewhat cruel, but she did ask for me to go harder, and I intended to make her pussy mine.

Her hands grip my shoulders tightly as a string of sobbing moans depart from her lips. "Holy sh-hit, it's so deep. J-Julian. Fuck."

"So fucking tight, baby. I can barely fucking fit."

Isabela's hands alter to my back, digging her nails into my skin as I harshly slam into her, greedily filling her up. Her juices clash against my cock, filling the air with the sweet sound of sex. My stomach tenses as I quicken the pace, savagely wrecking Isabela into pieces.

Her eyes fall shut. "Oh, my god... I'm going to co-."

Readjusting our position, I seize her ass in my hands, causing Isabela to intuitively wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. A passionate, loud scream escapes Isabela's throat from the change of the angle of my cock and my balls slapping against her sensitive nub. Her entire body shakes from the overflow of pleasure.

Grabbing her face, I tilt her chin to face me, connecting our foreheads together.  "Look at me when you come! If you want to come all over my cock, baby, then you better let me see you."

Her eyelids slowly flutter open, half-lid with lust in her irises. "C-Can I come now?" she whimpers, her eyes rolling back as her mouth slacks open.

"Go ahead, baby, be a good girl and milk my fucking cock," I grind out.

She screams so loud, piercing the entire silence in the room, marking her nails into my skin. Her sweet pussy clenches around my cock, driving me insane. Sweat rolls down my biceps as I chase after my own release, ramming fully into her. She's so fucking beautiful. Seriously, how did I get this fucking lucky?

"S-Shit. Shit. Shit," Isabela moans uncontrollably. "Oh my god, fuck! Right there! I'm going to come again."

The tight friction of her walls clasping my shaft is a sensory overload. Our slapping bodies are coated in sweat. Pleasure overwhelms me. My hips shudder as I slam into her one last time, filling her with my seed as I release a hoarse, satisfied groan. My chest heaves, trying to catch my breath as my entire body grows exhausted. Our combined juices drip down her thighs onto me.

My fingers close around her throat, yanking her face towards mine to capture her mouth in a sloppy kiss. When Isabela kisses back, I can't help but moan in bliss. No one is able to resist her. Fuck. I couldn't. Even with how hard I tried.

Inch by inch, I pull my cock out from her pussy, observing the way my come leaks out from her hole. "Fuck... I wish I never got you those birth control pills."

Isabela playfully shoves my shoulder. "Shut up."

Gently, I lay Isabela on the bed, and rush to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. I search for baby wipes, a hairbrush, lotion, and a robe. If she's feeling anything like how I'm feeling, then I can hundred percent bet she's drained.

A smirk crosses my face when I walk back into the room to find Isabela combing through her hair with her fingertips. Laying beside her, I draw her body into mine, warmth against warmth. One of my hands interlocks with hers as the other focuses on getting her clean. After wiping away all our liquids, I lather her limbs with lotion, massaging her stiff limbs.

Lastly, I sit her up in front of me and brush her locks to their original state. She's always a freak when it comes to little things like this, and I want her to feel as if the entire night was perfect. Her little fairytale moment. If there's someone in the world who deserves it, it's her.

Isabela hasn't uttered a word.

Is she sleeping?

To my surprise, Isabela rotates around to face me. She swallows, her big, brown eyes peering up at me with a certain glimmer in them-- a softness, sheer. My skin tickles with electricity as her fingers skate up my arms, lightly tracing the outline of my bandana. Her breathing escalates, the short little breaths escaping through her swollen, pink lips.

"Julian?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm in love with you," she murmurs, gnawing on her bottom lip. "I'm lying. I don't think-- I am. I'm in love with you, Julian Lui."

My heart swells.

But my throat dries up. I never expected to reach this predicament. What am I supposed to say? There are a million ways to explain how I feel about her, but why am I blanking?

I nod. "Thank you?"

A quiet snort escapes Isabela's throat as she leans over, wrapping her arms around my neck for a hug. Her head fit in the crook of my neck. The vanilla fragrance of her hair, wafting into my nose.

"It's okay," she confesses, gripping the back of my head. "I know how hard it is for you to express yourself, but I just needed to get it off my chest. Don't feel guilty."

My body relaxes with her acceptance, relieving me of some of the weight consuming my brain. "I will never hurt you."

"I know," she whispers. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course."

Isabela steps on Damien's back as she climbs under the covers, snuggling into my arms. Her head rests on my chest, and it feels right at home. Mom always said you would know when you found your person, and I think I'm starting to understand, but I'm still terrified of accepting it.

I have enough weaknesses.

The stars shining in the sky look extra beautiful tonight, and I just know it has to do with Isabela's energy. She radiates, and I'm just lucky to witness it. My heart swells with adoration as I kiss the crown of her head. No reaction. She must be sleeping.

Before I can think about leaving, a loud buzz disturbs the silent atmosphere. My eyes snap toward the direction, locating the source-- my phone lighting up in my black trousers, buzzing wildly.

Sluggishly, I head toward my trousers, retrieving my phone from the pocket. My thumb violently clicks on the message notification on my screen.

My heart fucking drops to the pit of my stomach.

So sorry for the long wait, but I blessed you guys with this super long chapter so forgive me please 💜❤️💜❤️💜!!!

How did you guys feel about Isabela losing her virginity (finally ehhehe lol jk) but did Julian do a good job? Or was he slacking? (Aka me because 🙈I'm nervous) I need y'all opinion...

Really weird question feel free to ignore but comment your kinks 🤭🙈 (judge free zone guys)

How do you feel about Isabela saying the three word phrase? Surprised? Or upset at Julian? Do you understand why he's refraining? 😅😪 let me know every single thing you felt!!!

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