When they finally pulled apart, Alice looked embarrassed. She punched Isaac lightly on the chest.
"Idiot..." she muttered, cheeks red. "You should’ve said it earlier."
Isaac chuckled. "I was waiting for the right mont."
She looked away, but didn’t move from his arms.
After a while, their eyes t again.
Without saying anything, Isaac leaned in, and she rose to et him. Their lips pressed together in a kiss that burned with sudden intensity.
This kiss was fiercer, more urgent than before.
Isaac’s tongue grazed her lips, seeking more, and Alice parted them willingly, letting him in.
Their tongues t, warm and slick, moving together in a way that sent a rush through them both.
He tasted her—a faint sweetness mixed with the heat of the mont—and his hands slid to her waist, pulling her in.
Her body pressed into his, large curves against his fra, and he could feel her pulse quickening.
His hand slipped under her shirt to touch the warm skin of her lower back.
Her hips shifted slightly, brushing against him, and Isaac felt a surge of desire.
They broke apart at last, both panting. Their foreheads touched.
A thin strand of saliva stretched between their lips before breaking.
Alice’s eyes were wide, her face flushed, and her breaths were uneven.
She blinked, as if coming back to herself, and her legs pressed together.
She placed a hand on his chest, pushing gently.
"Isaac," she said, her voice trembling. "You need to rest. Your injuries... Kyaaa!"
Her words trailed off with a startled yelp as Isaac lifted her into a princess carry. She could feel his steady and strong arms.
Her hands grabbed his shoulders, but she didn’t struggle.
He grinned down at her.
"Too late to back out now, my mad princess."
"I told you to not call that."
Alice shot back, but her gaze was playful.
Isaac laughed. He took a quick peek at his system.
[Bonded Blessings System activated.]
[Marriage Contract ford with Alice Calloway, the ???.]
[Please note, unless Alice Calloway’s rating reaches 95, she cannot share anything to you.]
3.0 AP
3.2 AP
3.1 AP
3.5 AP
Isaac could feel a bond between himself and Alice. It confird that the system bonded him with his wives.
With a thought, he activated the soulbind pendant, and the world shifted.
They appeared in the master bedroom of its subspace.
It was a large, tidy room with a wide, inviting bed and plain furnishings.
The windows showed a calm, starless night outside.
Alice blinked, taking in the unfamiliar space as Isaac gently set her down on the soft mattress of the bed.
"Where is this?" she asked, sitting up slightly.
"A subspace in an item I own," Isaac said, settling beside her.
"What?" Alice frowned, looking around. "But living beings can’t—"
He leaned in, silencing her with a kiss.
It caught her off guard.
She stiffened for a mont, then relaxed, her hands resting on his arms as she kissed him back.
The kiss grew deeper, and a warmth spread through her.
Isaac eased her back onto the bed, their lips still locked, and she went willingly, her head sinking into the pillow as he leaned over her.
The kiss sent a spark through her, and her breaths quickened, bringing back the heat from before.
Isaac’s hand slipped under her shirt. His fingers grazed the smooth skin of her stomach. A shiver ran through Alice, and she suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Aren’t we going too fast?" she protested, panting, but her eyes were filled with a lust. "Maybe we should wait."
She didn’t sound convincing even to herself.
But Isaac respected her words.
"If you tell to stop, I will."
Alice looked at him.
The heat in his eyes, the clear want, sent a different kind of warmth through her—a feeling that made her heart swell.
Seeing how much he desired her, how much he cared, stirred sothing deep.
She wanted to kiss him again, to hold him, to let herself fall into the mont completely.
Her body humd with need. Her thoughts flickered to what would co next, tempting her.
After a mont, she whispered, "...No, don’t stop."
She let go of his hand, surrendering herself to him.
Isaac’s lips found hers again.
The kiss was slower but no less intense.
His hand moved, caressing her side, tracing the curve of her waist with a slow touch.
He took his ti, his fingers exploring her skin, and Alice felt a mix of frustration and anticipation.
Was he teasing her on purpose, drawing it out? Or was her own need making every second feel agonizingly slow?
Either way, his careful pace stirred her more, each touch igniting her senses.
His hand slid higher, brushing the edge of her bra before cupping her breast.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her back arched slightly at the sensation.
Her breasts were different from Emily’s.
While Emily’s were soft and inviting, Alice’s were larger, and firm. He couldn’t even hold them fully with his hands. Still, they didn’t droop, and maintained their perfect shape.
He squeezed gently, feeling her respond with a quiet moan.
His thumb brushed over the fabric, teasing, and she pressed closer, her hands gripping his shirt as the kiss grew hungrier.
Isaac’s other hand stayed at her waist, holding her steady as their lips moved together, tongues still tangled in a warm, slippery dance.
Her breaths ca faster, each one a soft pant against his mouth, and he could feel her body trembling under his touch.
The heat between them built, and Alice’s fingers tightened, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough.
She was caught between wanting to savor every second and wanting more.
But Isaac didn’t rush. He caressed her, waiting for her body to relax.
Alice had always imagined her first ti to be with him.
She thought it would be quick and clumsy, but this was different.
His patience, the way he seed to cherish every mont, made her feel seen, loved in a way she hadn’t expected.
It was better than anything she’d dread, and the thought sent a fresh wave of warmth through her, mixing with the desire that pulsed in her veins.
Their kiss broke for a mont, both of them breathing heavily.
Alice’s eyes were half-lidded, and she looked at him with a mix of shyness and lust.
"Isaac," she said, her voice barely a whisper, as if saying his na grounded her.
He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You okay?"
She nodded, her hand still clutching his shirt.
"Yeah," she said, her voice soft but sure. "More..."
Isaac captured her lips again.
He kissed her jaw, then her neck. His lips brushed the sensitive spot just below her ear, and she tilted her head, giving him better access.
Her hands gripped his shoulders harder, nails pressing into his skin, and she whispered his na again, the sound sending a jolt through him as he returned to her lips.
Both of them lted into each other.
Alice arched into him, her body pressing closer, and he slid his other hand from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her tighter against him.
She broke the kiss briefly, panting.
Her eyes locked onto his, and she shifted beneath him, her legs parting slightly as if inviting more.
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