ANASTASIA’S POV

His hands gripped my thighs with command, parting them once more. His voice cut through the haze.

“Ana,” he growled, frustration and warning laced in every word.

“I… wanna—I need to—” My words came out in broken gasps, and my body was trembling beneath him.

Instinct took over, and my legs snapped shut again. A futile attempt to contain the overwhelming sensation. Isaac didn’t falter. He forced them apart, wider this time, his strength unyielding as he pinned ...