**Isabella**
"I want you so badly, my Isabella," he whispered with desire. "I've been dying to fuck the shit out of you."
Of fuck! The anticipation coursed through me, my heart pounding in my chest.
"You asked for this, baby," he groaned, as his lips found mine in a soft, teasing kiss that sent shivers down my spine.
I arched my body toward him, needing more. His hands roamed over my skin, igniting a fire within me. Every touch, every kiss was a promise of what was to come.
"Razor," I murmured against his lips, barely able to form words.
"Shh," he hushed me gently, his minty breath warm against my skin. "Not a word my little wife."
His hands moved lower, his touch firm as he gripped my thighs. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension growing unbearable. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes darkening in lust as he looked down at me.
