Chapter 95: Her Body Needs Him
Chapter 95: Her Body Needs Him
Isabe hadn''t expected Emanuele to be so improper. She found herself getting increasingly weak
under his advances. His actions continued without pause, and he simultaneously kissed her while
running his hands over her body. From her chest, to her abdomen, and finally down below...
Isabe''s nightgown had slipped off unnoticed, and her underwear was pushed aside by Emanuele.
His fingers moved skillfully within her, and Emanuele began to whisper sensuous words.
"Isabe, you''re so wet. Look at you, your body is much more honest than your stubborn mouth."
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"Stop it, Emanuele," Isabe murmured, her body betraying her with its growing desire. She couldn''t
control her body''s craving for more, and she found herself pushing into Emanuele''s touch.
As the pleasure built within her, she felt like she was reaching heaven. But the humiliating words,
coupled with the remains of her rational mind, made Isabe realize they couldn''t continue.
Emanuele, however, didn''t heed her plea. He became even rougher, more intense, and he
continued to invade, rendering Isabe speechless and gasping for breath.
Finally, the waves of pleasure overcame her, and her body fell limp into Emanuele''s arms.
Gasping for breath, Isabey in Emanuele''s embrace. "Isabe, you''re insatiable. You can''t live
without me."
Emanuele nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "Look at how much you wanted me. Your body
doesn''t lie, Isabe."
"Asshole, I still hate you." Isabe panted, her face still lustful, but her eyes were full of hatred, and
she stared at Emanuele as if they were enemies.
Even though, they''ve done this intimate thing so many times.
Still, Isabe felt that it had not brought them closer to each other.
Emanuele was not offended by Isabe''s words, and pushed her down on the bed, hisrge body
on top of Isabe''s.
He pushed Isabe''s legs to the sides, around his waist, and with one force, he crashed into
Isabe.
"Oh, Isabe, see what I''ve done to you." Emanuele was rushing through Isabe''s body.
Isabe was forced to bear the force of Emanuele, and the wave after wave of physical pleasure
came upon her, leaving Isabe nk and unable to think.
Emanuele, on the other hand, reveled in the sensations. Her body seemed perfectly designed for
his pleasure, warm and inviting. He held her close, prating deeper with every thrust. He felt like
he was cing his soul on an altar made of her body. His body and blood ignited in the fervor of the
moment.
Emanuele shifted through various positions, intensifying their connection. Isabe had lost count of
the number of orgasms she''d experienced. Her body was exhausted, yet Emanuele showed no
signs of slowing down.
Finally, Emanuele released inside Isabe.
He cradled her in his arms, kissed her rosy cheek, and yfully inquired, "Satisfied, my dear?"
"You''re certainly skilled in bed," Isabe replied, still catching her breath. "Thanks for making me
feel sofortable."
Emanuele was left intrigued by her words. He yfully pinched her breast. "Good to hear. Next
time, I''ll be even more generous."
"Go wash up and get some sleep; you need to spend time with Grazia tomorrow," Emanuele
yfully swatted Isabe''s backside.
Isabe grumbled and stood up to walk towards the bathroom. Unexpectedly, Emanuele followed
her. He filled the bathtub with water and bath foam, then sat down. With an inviting gesture, he
beckoned Isabe to join him.
The bathtub was spacious enough for two people. After Isabe joined Emanuele, he held her close
and shey on top of him. In the bathtub filled with soapy bubbles, the twoy in silence.
It was their first time bathing together, and Isabe felt a bit awkward, but Emanuele''s strong and
muscr arms kept her still.
As Isabe rxed, she realized it was quite beautiful, like floating in the clouds. It was warm,
soothing, and carried the sweet scent of bath foam.
As they bathed, Isabe felt something hard pressing against her buttocks. She couldn''t help but
sigh. Emanuele was in the mood again.
In the next moment, he parted her legs and entered her.
They continued their passionate escapade deep into the night. Emanuele washed and dried
Isabe''s body, then led her to bed. Isabe was too exhausted to think any further, and for once,
she didn''t dream.
The following day, Isabe woke up to find Emanuele absent. He was always busy and seemed to
have endless energy. She couldn''t believe he''d gone to work after theirte-night activities. It was
past 9 am, and they''d only slept for about five hours.
Isabe couldn''t help but worry for Emanuele''sck of sleep, even though he had killed so many
people and was being pursued. He''d tied her to him and wouldn''t let her leave the country. This
devil deserved nothing but condemnation.
Yet, Isabe''s inner turmoil revealed her true feelings. She couldn''t help but care for Emanuele,
even after all that had happened. Maybe she did like him, which was why she worried about him.
Isabe sighed and rubbed her face. Continuing this rtionship would eventually drive her insane.
Isabe got up, changed into casual attire, a short T-shirt and jeans, and headed downstairs. Grazia
was already awake, lying on the couch, watching TV.
Although Grazia''s face seemed calm while watching TV, Isabe knew her soul had left her body for
a while. The television yed Isabe''s current favorite variety show.
Lilly said to Isabe, "I think this show might be suitable for Grazia."
The show was lively and humorous, at least giving Grazia a temporary escape from her sadness.
Isabe thanked Lilly for keeping Graziapany while she was asleep.
"Not a problem. So, Isabe, what would you like for breakfast?"
"Egg toast and milk, please."
Lilly headed to the kitchen, and Isabe sat beside Grazia. Isabe noticed that her favorite male
guest was on the show, and she wanted to rmend him to Grazia. But as soon as Grazia saw
him on TV, she burst into tears.
"Isabe, don''t you think this guest looks a lot like Andrew? So gentle, considerate, and kind to
women. He''s just like him, isn''t he?" Grazia said, tears streaming down her face as she watched the
man on the television.