Harry's groan vibrated through the room. "Oh, Isabel." A curse slipped past his lips, sharp enough that I braced for his temper, but he simply anchored me, guiding my body forward.
"It feels good," he choked out.
I welcomed him, drawing him deeper until his grip on my hand tightened, then broke. "I'm close," he rasped. He gathered me up, moving us back to the mattress where he hovered over me.
His eyes locked onto mine. His lips parted, breath hitching in his throat. "God, you," he whispered.
I grinned, the heat of the moment slick between us. He mirrored the smile before capturing my mouth again. A low moan hummed against my tongue as he leaned back, his gaze searching my face. We stayed there, suspended, hearts hammering against ribs in the wake of the intensity.
"Isabel," he breathed. "I'm going to make you mine now."
I looped my arms around his neck, pulling him down. "Then make me."
