Make You Feel My Love

RHIANNON

“Angel, please, stop crying,” his voice cracks, which makes me cry harder.

I rub my swollen eyes and try to force myself to stop crying. The thought of dying and leaving him alone, heartbroken, without his mate is crushing me.

He holds me tightly against his chest. “We don’t have to worry about this for a long time, Annie. We’re at the beginning, let’s not let fear of the end ruin what we still get to have.”

“It’s just not fair. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“Baby, we have a long time to deal with this. You aren’t going to be leaving me alone any time soon.”

I lean up and kiss his neck while tears slip silently from my eyes.

He rolls us over in the bed, trapping me beneath his body. He kisses my mark and growls against my neck.

I feel desperate and emotional, and my body aches for physical closeness with him. I try to push my emotions into the kiss, everything—my heartache and sadness, the love and desire.

The kiss is frenzied, deep and longing. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slowly grinds against me.

“Touch me, Isaac,” I plead, my voice raspy.

He unbuttons my jeans and I lift my hips so he can pull them down my legs. He takes my ankle in his large hand and trails light kisses up my leg, stopping at my pink panties.

I wiggle uncomfortably, trying to ease the ache between my legs.

“I love you so much, Annie,” he growls against my wet panties. “Can I show you?”

“Please,” I beg.

He slips my panties down and lightly kisses my core, lapping at my slick folds.

When he leans back to pull off his own pants, I whimper at the loss of contact.

He spreads my legs wide and lays himself above my center.

“Isaac, p-please,” I cry, my frustration building.

My begging doesn’t spur him into action. He’s still between my legs, staring down at me intensely.

The look in his eyes makes me whimper. Love and desire pour from him in waves I can physically feel.

He rocks his hips back slightly, then slides his rock-hard length into me slowly. I feel myself clamp down around his thickness. He stills once he is fully buried inside me.

He groans loudly and his eyes close tightly. He lets out a shaky breath and pulls out of me slowly before rocking into me again. The pace is tortuous and slow.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good, baby,” he groans loudly.

My body starts to tense, heat builds in my stomach. This is different from anything we’ve done before. He is loving me, I can feel it: every thrust is a deep, gentle act of admiration.

The feeling is so overwhelming, not just physically but emotionally. It’s so intense it brings tears to my eyes. My heart aches in my chest until I can’t take it anymore.

“Isaac, faster, please, go faster,” I scream, desperate to release the tension in my core.

He curses loudly as he thrusts quickly into me. At the end of each thrust, he snaps his hips forward to hit a spot so deep inside me it makes me cry out.

He’s deeper inside of me than he has ever been. A painfully pleasurable ache settles deep between my legs.

I’m screaming meaningless words in between moans and ragged breaths.

I watch him look down between us, so much pleasure in his face he looks almost lost.

His full lips are parted and he’s pulling in heaving breaths.

I jerk my hips up to meet his thrusts and he falters.

“Oh my…fuuuuck…” he moans, his eyes snapping to meet mine. He groans loudly and pushes his forehead against mine.

My muscles shake and I feel a tidal wave of pleasure crash down on me as I scream into the room.

He rocks into me through several spasms that make my body jerk before letting out a guttural howl and dropping his head down into my neck. I feel hot ropes of his release filling me.

My chest heaves as I try to sit up.

“Wait,” he stops me. He’s staring down at my core with a darkness in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

He’s staring so intently at my center that I begin to feel vulnerable.

“Isaac?”

“Fuck, Annie. I…it’s so…fuck,” he reaches down and runs his fingertips softly through my folds while groaning loudly.

“My cum is dripping out of you,” he pants. His hand wraps around his length and he slowly rubs it up and down.

He stands and pulls me to the edge of the bed so quickly I shriek, loudly. He pulls my legs into his arms, holding me open to him.

He pushes himself into me quickly. There is nothing slow about this. He pounds into me, my body bouncing against his roughly.

Only a few moments into this attack of perfect ecstasy, my body begins to tighten.

“Oh my God, Isaac.” My back arches off the bed as he hammers into me.

“Holy shit,” he growls out as he drops his head back as he jerks deep inside me, filling me again.

He falls forward and pushes his forehead against mine. Our hot, panting breath mixes together. His hand roams my body, squeezing my hips, my waist, my chest.

“I need a break before round three,” I giggle.

He pulls himself up and pulls me up with him.

“Shower?” He caresses my face in his hands, lightly grazing his thumbs over my still-puffy eyes.

“What happened with the vampire?”

He stiffens but tries to hide it.

“It’s really bad. He hasn’t fed in a few weeks. He’s weak, which makes him easier to interrogate.”

“What did he say?”

He hesitates. I know he doesn’t want to tell me.

“Vampires around the world have been tasked with finding a girl. The…uh…the vampire king is looking for her.”

“The vampire king?”

Amethyst’s words circle around my brain. I have to brace myself against the cool tiles of the shower as the room begins to spin.

“Hey,” he pulls me to his chest. “We don’t know what’s going on.

“Yes, it seems like too much of a coincidence that whoever dropped you off warned that you needed to be protected from vampires, now their king is sending scouts out to find a girl.

“But don’t worry, we will figure this out and I will keep you safe. Nothing will ever happen to you, do you understand? No one will ever harm you.”

I nod into his warm chest. Even though these developments are alarming, I feel safe. I know Isaac will protect me.

“Did he know anything about Sybil?”

“Not that he would admit to,” he sighs. “We’ll go meet with Madelyn, maybe she’s met some people who can give us answers.”

He pulls me into his arms, our wet bodies slick and warm against each other.

“I love you, little mate,” he whispers into my hair.

“I love you, Alpha.”