ISAAC’S POV

Snow looked like her eyes were about to drop. Her lips parted on those desperate little breaths. I could see the war inside her and it only made me harder.

God, the way she stared at me like she didn’t know whether to worship me or cry. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.

I stroked myself slowly letting her watch. Her gaze followed every movement and the way her thighs pressed together told me everything.

“Don’t.” I said as I climbed back onto the bed. My weight ...