Something was different.
Gentle, warm... how would one describe it?
His touch was incomparably gentler than what he had done to her before. His fingertips against her skin were filled with an almost unbearable tenderness. They felt like they were testing her, exploring her body, seeking something.
He knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how to stroke her. He was completely aware of his movements, his motions, and how fast he should go.
That was all until suddenly, he grasped her waist with both of his palms, holding her stomach firmly against his.
Isla gasped in surprise as his mouth captured her nipple, sucking on it, biting lightly.
She grabbed his hair, trying to pull him away. Her deep gasp echoed through the room as she felt herself being pushed down onto the bed.
He started to push her thighs apart, kneeling between them. And then... Isla realized why his kisses were different, why they felt softer.
