The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, which was getting louder and faster. Jaxson's hands were very large compared to Isabella's body. He moved his palm down her side, and she shivered. Every time his skin touched hers, it felt like a heat lamp was being held right against her.
"You're shaking," Jaxson whispered against her skin. He was kissing her collarbone now. "Are you cold?"
"No," Isabella said. "I'm just... I've never felt like this before."
Jaxson pulled back and looked at her. His green eyes were very dark now, almost black. "Good. I want to be the only one who makes you feel this way. I want you to remember this night forever."
He reached for the button of her pajama pants and slid them down her legs. Isabella felt very exposed, but she didn't want to hide. She wanted him to see her. Jaxson took off the rest of his clothes quickly. He was very fit, with a six-pack and strong legs. He got back onto the bed and pulled her close to him. The feeling of his bare skin against hers was overwhelming. He was so much bigger and heavier than she was.
He started kissing her again, but this time it was more intense. He used his tongue, and Isabella copied him. She liked the way he tasted. His hands moved to her hips, and he squeezed them.
"Isabella," he groaned. "You're so soft."
He moved his hand between her legs. Isabella gasped and arched her back. It felt like an electric wire was buzzing inside her. He was very slow and careful at first, watching her face to see how she reacted. When she closed her eyes and let out a small moan, he started moving faster.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered. "Please, Jaxson. Don't stop."
He didn't stop. He kept going until Isabella felt like she was going to explode. Her whole body felt tight, and then suddenly, it went weak. She breathed out a long, shaky breath. Jaxson smiled, a real smile this time, and kissed her forehead.
But he wasn't done yet. He moved so he was on top of her again. He positioned himself between her legs. He looked into her eyes, making sure she was looking back at him.
"I'm going to be gentle," he promised. "But I'm not going to be slow."
When he moved inside her, Isabella felt a sharp pinch, and then a fullness that made her eyes go wide. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Jaxson waited for a second, letting her get used to him. Then he started to move.
It was a steady, heavy rhythm. Every time he moved, the bed creaked a little bit. Isabella felt her heart hammering against her ribs. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer. She wanted to be as close to him as possible.
"Look at me," Jaxson commanded.
Isabella opened her eyes. He was sweating a little bit, and his hair was even messier than before. He looked like he was in pain, but she knew he wasn't. He was just feeling everything so strongly.
The tension started to build up again. It was even stronger than before. Isabella felt like she was floating and falling at the same time. She called out his name, and Jaxson moved even faster. He was breathing very hard now. Finally, he let out a loud groan and collapsed against her, his head resting in the crook of her neck.
They stayed like that for a long time. The only sound was the ticking of a clock on the nightstand and their heavy breathing. Isabella felt very warm and safe. She ran her hand over the tattoos on his back. They felt slightly raised under her fingertips.
"That was..." Isabella started to say, but she couldn't find the right word.
"I know," Jaxson said. He rolled off her but kept her tucked into his side. He pulled the black comforter over both of them. "Go to sleep, Isabella. You're staying here tonight. And every night after this."
Isabella was too tired to argue. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, smelling the scent of Jaxson all around her.